Clearing The Mind [Open]

His power had doubled again, he could feel it. Mayze had asked to borrow a scouter back in the mercenary outpost to scan himself. What he had seen blew him away. Twenty-six thousand, and that was without drawing upon the further power within him that utilized his rage. Using that power, he guessed he was easily over one hundred thousand, easily one of the strongest saiyans in history… But not as strong as Vennel or Pitt. The thought annoyed him, he wanted to be the strongest saiyan, not the third strongest.

The mercenary had decided to test his new strength, and the concrete jungle was a great location to find his limits. That’s where he found himself now, standing atop a ruined skyscraper dressed in his typical black saiyan battle armor with white gloves. Down below were packs of prowling saibia-beasts, searching for unsuspecting prey.

The saiyan extended a palm, coalescing his ki into an orb onto his palm. He was about to launch the attack, when the building he was aiming at exploded? Wait what? Am I that strong… I didn’t even see it... He looked down at his palm, and saw that his orb was still there. Okay, so that wasn’t it, so what was it?

Mayze extended the vicinity he could sense ki, and found it immediately. It was like a bright beacon of power in an otherwise deserted place, aside from the pathetic signatures that roamed the streets. Just across from him too. How had he missed that? Must’ve been too caught up in his thoughts.

In an instant, he rocketed off the building, aura flaring into place around him as he broke the sound barrier. Within moments, he was on top of the building where the power was located. He hovered over it for a moment, offering a wave to the figure.

He couldn’t be sure if she were a saiyan. She looked to be around his age, around twenty if he had to guess. He didn’t notice any tail, and the clothing she wore was casual, not suitable for battle. An earthling? Her battle point seemed too large for that, he knew it was greater than his own. Questions for later he supposed, best to make an introduction instead of hovering here like an idiot. He descended, feet lightly touching the ground.

“Yo, that one was mine…” he gave her a serious glare falling quiet for a moment. Then, a grin broke across his features, “Ah, just kidding. That attack packed quite a punch though!” He figured it best to be friendly, and not make enemies for the time being.

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Mayze raised an eyebrow, somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Whoever this was, she didn’t seem very friendly, or at the very least, cranky. Mayze dropped his friendly grin, opting for a more cool expression as he listened to her questions. He studied her for a moment, noting her star-like irises. That was different. She seemed too tall to be a Tuffle, although, she may just be a genetic freak. Given her enormous ki signature, it wasn’t out of the question.

“Hmm, blast my head off?” he crossed his arms, ignoring her questions for the time being, “Tch, you can try,” he cockily replied. Mayze knew he may have been slightly weaker, but he had gone from battle to battle for five straight years across the galaxy. He had experience, then again, maybe she did too.

The saiyan held her gaze for a long moment, before speaking again, “That’s the thing. I’m not allied with anybody. Yet. Though, I’ve made friends with some fellow saiyans,” he answered, which of course, implied he was a saiyan. He was curious how she would react to that, although, if she paid close attention, she might notice the tail wrapped around his waist. It blended in with the armor, so it could be difficult to spot, particularly when it wasn’t bright out, “As for who I am, a mercenary. For hire by the way,” he smirked with those words. He figured she meant to ask for his name, but he meant to be purposely obtuse. Maybe he was playing with fire by being irritating, he would just have to wait and see.

The mercenary cocked his head to the side, mirroring her pose, “And who are you? A giant tuffle?” he gave her a once over, “Earthling? I don’t see a tail.”

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The women seemingly didn’t want a fight. Mayze eased up a little when that became evident. Truth be told, he may have been a little relieved. He had been in his fair share of fights lately, which meant he’d gone through several sets of battle armor. And… battle armor wasn’t exactly cheap, at least not the good kind. Armor was generally something you didn’t want to cheap out on for obvious reasons.

The saiyan flashed a knowing smirk, “Ah the Tuffles? They absolutely are. A few have offered me contracts to sign with them, but I haven’t accepted any. You’re right, they don’t stand a chance without outside help, although” he stressed the word, “the Tuffle’s have some strong fighters,” he was reminded of Cheri, the pink-haired crazy strong woman. Stronger than any Tuffle had any right to be, “If you spot a pink-haired one during the fighting, watch your step,” he said with a shake of the head.

So she was a saiyan, he believed her given her strength and presence on the planet. He gazed out on the ruined environment a moment before speaking aloud, “Hmm, well, if the war goes on much longer, there won’t be much of a planet left. But, I think it’ll be over soon. One more large battle and that’ll be it.”

Mayze wasn’t surprised by her question, of course people would want to know why he wouldn’t immediately align with the saiyans, “Well, it’s not only up to me,” he said with a frown, “If it were, I’d already be signed with ‘em. See,” he sighed, “I’ve partnered with a fellow merc. And he’s more motivated by money then me. He wants to see the final offer the Tuffle’s will come up with,” he rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed by the thought, “I don’t really care for money myself, but,” he hesitated for a moment, recalling something Cheri had said, “Apparently, some of the Tuffles are interested in terra-forming Sadala if they win this war, but I don’t know if they’ll follow through with it...”


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“Well, he’s not a saiyan, so yer probably right,” Mayze nodded in agreement, “Don’t think he cares much for the battle itself. Just the paycheck,” he wouldn’t hold it against the konatsian of course. Most people didn’t hold the same lust for battle that a Saiyan held. It was wired in their species’ genes. His kind were always seeking the next challenge.

He hesitated at her question regarding what terraforming exactly was. The saiyan wasn’t really well versed in it himself. He only knew the basics, which he learnt while taking contracts involving terraforming structures. It was absolutely something he felt he would struggle to explain in a simple.

“It’s uhhh, hmm, it’s well uh,” he couldn’t find the right words. He bit his lips, face scrunching up while he tried to explain, “It’s- well, basically, the process of making a planet livable,” he frowned, wincing after the words left his mouth. Not his greatest explanation, “I dunno much about it myself, but it involves pumping gas into a planet's atmosphere, and modifying it in different ways. It uhh, usually takes a while… I think,” that was about the extent of what he knew. Anything more and he’d have to whip out a book.

Something prickled the back of his senses. His eyes narrowed, and he held up a hand. He spun around, watching for anything out of the ordinary. He didn’t immediately spot anything. The mercenary stood still for a silent, listening for any sound of movement. Hearing nothing, he cautiously made his way over to the edge of the building, and peered down, meeting the eyes of a red saiba-men, with four others right next to it.

“Oh”

His foot, still in the air, was caught by the hand of one saiba-men. Given that his momentum was already headed forward, it was relatively easy for the creature to give a small tug, sending the unprepared saiyan stumbling over the edge, head first, hurtling down to the hard cement below.

Fortunately, like most saiyans, he could fly. The saiyan righted himself in the air, and began to push his ki beneath him, causing him to ascend. He took the time to get a good look at the side of the building he was just on, and what he saw caused his mouth to gape.

It was a horde. A massive swarm of various saibia-creatures were trying to swarm their way up the building. He cursed under his breath, they’d have to relocate, or deal with them.

He yelled over at Delia, “There’s a whole horde of ‘em scaling their way up here! Check the other side!”

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted it. From a distance, it looked like a black mark on the horizon, but as it began to draw nearer, the saiyan could make out individual winged creatures. He cursed under his breath. A swarm of air-borne saibia beasts was headed straight for them. It seemed they wouldn’t be able to just fly away if push came to shove.

He flew back to Delia, readying for combat as soon as his feet touched the ground. The combined presence of the duo’s power must have drawn them near. It was the only explanation he could think of.


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Delia seemed alerted to the danger after running over to the other side of the building. She yelled up to him, Mayze glanced at her and responded, “Yea, no shit we gotta do something! I’d say let’s fly away but,” he pointed to the flying saibiabeasts coming their way, using his other hand to fire ki blasts at the clambering beasts, “We got flying creatures incoming, and well… this might be fun.”

Mayze set his eyes on the incoming winged beasts. There were four of them total; great, large scaled creatures with a large head that held a jagged set of teeth. They were two legged with claws at the end, and two not quite stubby arms that also bore razor sharp claws.

Mayze shifted into a fighting stance as the lead creature came close, slashing with a claw. He leaned out of the way of the blow, and jumped up and forward, bringing his knee up. He smashed the creature in its jaw, and then arced a punch toward its head, striking cleanly. The creature was sent flying away and through a building.

He was about to focus his attention on the others when a shout drew his attention. He glanced over at Delia and saw a green saibiamen flying his way. He raised a palm and shot off a ki blast, which struck the creature and incinerated it.

“Thanks for the hea-“ he started, but was interrupted as a slash raked across his cheek. He cursed under his breath, turning his attention to the winged beast that took advantage of his momentary distraction. He ducked under a follow up blow before blowing it away with a kiai. He sent ki blasts following after, which struck, consuming the creature in a fiery explosion. Fortunately, the claws hadn’t pierced his armor.

He turned his attention to the other two. One gave an animalistic roar and slashed with its arms. Mayze ducked under the blow, and reached out a hand, grasping the creature's arm. He grabbed hold and threw it to the building Delia was on.

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ooc: not super happy with 5is post. Sorry struggling while I’m away from my computer

Mayze turned in the air towards Delia when she called out to him, an approving smile crossing his face when he saw she had finished the flying creature he sent flying her way. Nice!

“Doing a-okay. How bou-“ the saiyan was cut off when something struck his back, pushing him forward a ways. He didn’t feel any pain, till a moment later. An intense burning sensation began to spread across his entire back, and he nearly lost his focus on flying due to the pain. He noticed flecks of green liquid had also splashed onto his arm, and the saiyan watched with side eyes as it ate into his armor. Thankfully there wasn’t enough to get to his skin, but the same could be said for his back. Acid began to eat through his skin, leaving stark red corrosive burns. Some of the acid dug even deeper, burning through the skin till muscle could be seen.

He flipped around to see what had done this, finding the last of flying creatures. The saiyan cursed under his breath for losing his attention earlier. He had been arrogant in the strength difference, but their acid seemed to not care for battle power.

Mayze glared at the creature, and with a roar- coming from half anger, and half from pain- rocket forward, leading with his head. He slammed into the creature’s chest, and through it, forming a large hole in its chest. It’s goey insides costed the saiyan, and a disgusted look crossed his face. Why did he think that was a good idea? Damn anger, now he’d be cleaning himself for hours.

The burning sensation he felt lessened, though; the pain was still strong. Gritting his teeth, he looked over at the building Delia was battling on. The saiyan held out a palm, and shot at the remaining shiva-men still trying to climb up. The blasts struck, shaking the building, and engulfing the creatures and incinerating them. Thankfully the remaining beasts seemed to get the memo, and began a retreat after realizing they were heavily outmatched.

The threat gone, Mayze slowly began to make his way to the building, a pained expression apparent on his face. His feet lightly tapped the ground next to Delia.

His breaths were pained, but he managed to get some words out, “L-Looks like they’re gone,” he wanted to laugh and crack a joke, but the pain he felt stopped him. He needed to get to some ice cold water to relieve the pain... and wash all the disgusting innards off.


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Mayze wanted to shrug, but he settled for an annoyed expression instead, “Yea… kinda regret it now,” his voice was clearly strained. It wasn’t that he was incredibly hurt, but acid had a way to deliver excruciating pay. He just had to get to some cool water. Shame many of the sources on the planet had dried out due to the war.

He did cock an eyebrow at her mention of flying away, “Uhhh, yes guess we coulda, but you’re right, there’s not much fun in that. Prolly could outpace those flying things pretty easy too,” Now, Mayze was kind of regretting not just jetting out earlier. It was all fun n’ games till someone got hurt.

Delia managed to catch sight of his injury, not that he was trying to hide it. He waved away her concern with a grimace, “Don’t worry about it. Don’t want ya getting this shit,” he gestured towards all the creature’s insides on his attire. “All over ya. I’ll be good, just slow. Been through worse in my time,” although, this was pretty up there, but he neglected to mention that. He was paying for his inattentiveness.

“Appreciate the offer though,” ah, classic Saiyan pride and denying offers of help!

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