Budokai Top 16 Round - K414 VS Amara

    Degrade and glitch. That was just hurtful. Leriac even managed to say a cool line after, despite the fact that she couldn't have possibly chosen to be born, much less exceed the expected parameters. Making a wall from the floor was smart, but soon there would be no ring to fight on, that would lead to a technical mutual ring-out. But the flurry of discs cut and tore at the earthling in full, she had made no further attempt to block, which could only mean... The madwoman! She was going for an all-out attack! How gutsy can fleshies be!?

    When Leriac rose her fingers in accusation, K4 had already activated 'Circuits Bizarre'. He didn't have the time to leverage the usual transitional procedure, instead overheating his core to the point of controlled nuclear meltdown. It worked. At the cost of having green, noxious goo running through his veins, the cyborg didn't wasn't unceremoniously zapped like a bug. He had landed on a handstand, throwing himself from the bolt's trajectory.

    Crashed on a dented bed of tiles, 404K was glowing green in body and ki. He hopped to his feet, looking as winded as a machine could. He felt birthed. "You're the biggest lunatic of us all." he said in a hiss that was vaporous and crackling, stretching his metal hands as if this was his first time seeing them. Having a body felt warm, comforting, comparable to a fleshy having all their creature comforts fulfilled. Then he noticed that blessed little variable Leriac, at whom he pointed a finger. But nothing came. "Ah, blast. I can't seem to attack you." 4K sighed at that annoying little parasite of flesh masquerading as a robot, he was waking up slowly. They were having an argument on property, and not being a dickhead. Losing his patience, 4K relented "I guess it wouldn't be optimal for me to kill you right here and now, in front of all my cameras and fans..." there was some inner strife "While coated in more sponsors than a corporate zebra." energy VRÃUMshed from the machine man's hands, in the shape of ki swords "So, are you stepping off now, or am I going to have an accident?"

    "Stepping off it is, then." 4K spat a glob of radioactive goo, it sizzled a hole into one of the last surviving tiles. The egotistical man-child robot, unentertained, needed overloading pain to not chase after Leriac. K4's brain thoughts began streaming back, not strong or awake enough to take back control. But 4K wouldn't risk erasure, either the saiyan's or his own. "Talk about dramatic!" he shouted, raising his arms for praise and applause. Instead he was pelted with trash and food, hurled abuse too foul for transcription. His amplified shouts were drowned in the chaos, he was alone in a shouting match against thousands. Not able to thunder, he shot middle fingers and insults, tearing his superfluous battle gear as messages came in that this and that sponsor had decided to void their contract. Most were from before his meeting with Santanael, meaning that they were gone gone.

    Incinerating the debris around him with a kiai, the air smelled of ozone and finally went quiet. Only the raging and warbling of 4K's energy was heard, until his voice growled like an electric guitar "The hogs are over! DEAD, you hear me!?" a mutter dared to rise until he shot a wave of energy at the clouds "If you have an ounce of bonafide GONADS you'll bet on me against that substandard CHROME twat Saizomaru! Because you're WARTHOGS, trampling soft piglets like TRUFFLES and DUNG!" specks of magma-hot green dribble poured from 4K's mouth, he felt like vomiting despite not having the means to "BYE."

    Blasting upwards, 4K didn't stay on the atmosphere. His battle against K4 needed to happen somewhere safe and quiet, like the dark side of the earth's moon.