[Saga] Witness the Beautiful Chaos! (Open)

[Ohkara Minamaru]

“Earth...” he spat the word, his perfectly-sweet, deep voice carrying a tone that almost made it sound unattractive; almost... ”What an awfully disgusting looking planet,” he groaned, peering at the monitor of his space pod; a picture of the blue sphere shining brightly in the small, dim ship.

In such light only his perfect face and beautiful, flowing green hair stood out; his pale blue skin was flawless in all aspects, his cheek bones in the perfect place, even his chin was the perfect balance of strength and beauty. A smile slid over his perfect features and a small chuckle from his perfect mouth echoed throughout the tiny ship's cabin, “Hehehe! I'm honored to bring the first sight of beauty to these unfortunate souls!”

His perfectly-toned muscles were starting to cramp up; he felt as if he'd been crammed inside the small ship for ages. In truth, unbeknownst to him, he'd been inside for longer than time could measure; having been trapped inside some kind of magical vortex in space and been transported to this universe. It seemed that in this universe, unlike his own, Frieza had been defeated; it just so happened that he was being taken to the same planet which the Frieza of this universe had perished- twice!

“Once I clean this place up a little bit, I am sure it will fetch a nice price for Lord Frieza. He should be very pleased,” his ship slammed hard into the ground in the outskirts of Central city; the crash landing an intentionally harsh first sign this would not be a pleasant visit for the people of Earth. Landing atop an urban cul-de-sac block of town, cratering the ground below it; blowing the nearby houses to pieces. Screams were as quick to come as the landing has been, people rushing out of the nearby homes in panic; some already dead-or-dying, being helped from the homes by others.

The door to the space pod opened, and out came the man of the hour: dressed in his Frieza-clan armor, adorned with a blue cape which accented his perfectly false “Knight-in-shining-armor” look. “Feast your eyes on the first and last most beautiful sight you'll ever see!” his hands rose to the sides of him, his forearms dressed with light-pink arm-warmers; raising to the sky, he positioned himself directly above his space pod to avoid losing it with his next move, “I, the most beautiful being in the Universe, Zarbon, am here to exterminate you!”

His arms shifted, positioning themselves near his chest. With a sudden jerking motion his arms shot out to his sides once again, his body releasing an explosive-sphere of pink energy. As the blast radiated outwards the ground cratered with it, destroying everything- and everyone in its path; effectively leveling three whole city blocks. A bold, but not overdone, display of his power.

As the dust subsided, Zarbon's arms lowered and he rose further into the sky. A loud clunk of his space pod hitting the bottom of the crater echoed below him, but his methods had been effective in making sure it made it through.

Stopping at a pleasing vantage-point his wonderful olive eyes cast a look over the city, through his blue scouter “It's a shame though,” he said, tapping the button on his scouter to get a read on the planet, “I was hoping to at least have a little fun...” He moaned, feigning disappointment.

“Oh well... The quicker I finish this, the better; I wouldn't want to catch this planet's ugliness!” he exclaimed, laughing at his own joke- as if someone so beautiful could ever "catch" ugliness. Raising his hands out in front of him, he readied a second attack, a large ball of pink energy forming between them.

However, Zarbon would undoubtedly be met soon enough by someone who could put up a challenge. The only question was would they soon enough to avoid anymore damage?

[Ethar Luxun]

Ethar was at his home in the mountains, shielded by his talisman which prevented Zarbons scouter from detecting him. He was listening to the radio when an emergency bulletin came on, informing there was an attack in central city's suburban area.

"Eh, about time something happened." He said, as he got up and put his vest on. Walking to the door, he quickly took off flying as fast as he could towards where the attack was taking place. However, as he flew towards the city, Ethars energy would appear as a bright blip on Zarbons Scouter, with a level of over 35,000.

Finally viewing the crash site, Ethar descended down and saw who was causing the destruction. His eyes went wide as he recognized who it was, and glared. "Zarbon..." He muttered to himself as he touched down infront of the fashionably evil person who had been terrorizing the innocents of the city. Glaring at Zarbon, Ethar quickly looked over his outfit to see if there was any evidence of any device that might of been responsible for bringing him to their universe, but couldnt see any.

"You. Why are you here?" He asked, while keeping himself calm incase Zarbon tried anything to hurt the civilians while he was there...

[Ohkara Minamaru]

“Oh-ho! What's this?” the pale blue alien wondered as his scouter sprang to life, beeping a warning as someone made their approach. His ball of energy instantly vanished, and his right arm jumped up to tap the side of his scanner; beeping once more the advanced piece of equipment highlighted the approaching power level, revealing a modest level of around 35,000.

A sly smirk crossed Zarbon's face as he turned to face his aggressor; it seemed that fate had decided to meet his request of some fun. It seemed not even fate could deny someone so beautifully crafted such a request. Thankfully fate would be quick as well; “Good, wouldn't want to keep such a pretty face like mine waiting for too long...”

Kindly touching down in front of him, Zarbon smiled at his challenger. Though his scouter read a decent amount of energy, he was somewhat surprised by what he got. A brown haired, human-looking man dressed in unfashionable monochromatic clothing. Scoffing at his appearance, the alien touched a hand to his chest, “Me?” he asked in response to the newcomer's question, a look of feigned surprise on his face. “Well, I am just enjoying myself,” he told him, waving a free hand at all the wondrous chaos he'd caused already.

After a moment of what seemed to be bliss, Zarbon's gaze returned to the brown-haired man, and grew serious, “I am afraid to inform you that this planet has been annexed by rule of the great Lord Frieza, and as such the general populous will no longer be allowed to inhabit it.” Once again a pleased smile slid across his face as he eyed his opponent, watching carefully for any sudden movements or attacks. Tapping the scouter once more to scan the man, it read “ERROR”, and glitched out, bringing a very quick-lived look of genuine surprise to his face. ”Piece of junk,” he thought, making out what seemed to be the symbol for a Saiyan, or maybe it was a half-Saiyan, right before the screen went back to a power level display. It seemed this man might be more valuable alive than dead.

“However, seeing as you have a...” after stopping mid-sentence as if to ponder his next words for a moment, he continued, “... Moderate power level, and a fairly pretty face, I have decided to extend you an offer.” His word radiated smugness, but there was also a good amount of intelligence to them as well; Zarbon was one of Frieza's most trusted advisers for a reason. “Surrender now, and you will be spared; I believe Lord Frieza would welcome an addition such as yourself.”

The offer, however was not in the least bit sincere. Compared to Zarbon in power, this man was a pathetic worm, and compared to him in looks, well just the thought made the pale-blue alien chuckle. “However, if you decline such a gracious offer,” he warned him, “I will be forced to destroy you.”

[Ethan Snow]

"Destroying him would be a little tough there 'Greenie!'" Ethan shouted as he sailed in literally out of the blue. "...Especially since you're going to have to deal with me." Well not exactly out of the blue, but he did arrive from over the bay and his arrival was more akin to riding on a rocket powered surf board then a sailing yacht. With eyes and ears everywhere though, hold overs from his days running the planetary spy ring that eventually spelled the end of the Saiyan occupation, it was little wonder that the blue haired teen was able to arrive and respond to the dialogue in progress as if he'd been there the whole time, though it might perhaps be surprising to one not familiar with the boy's past accomplishments. Still, the shirtless boy had arrived and on his usual, stylish ride, slowing from the high speed he'd used to travel there from his boat. Having heard of the attack through Mr. Smith, Ethan had donned his headphones prior to heading towards the potential battle, something he didn't usually do, so as to get continued updates from the eyes and ears on the ground. It was thanks to Mr. Smith's coordinating efforts that the blue haired teen knew right where to go, though Smith would now need to perform one last role before Ethan would sign off with him.

"Now as for this Freezer guy. Well that just aint happening." Ethan continued as he drew to a hover about fifty feet away. "You see, he clearly doesn't know the can of worms he's opening up here. You start trouble here and we will defend ourselves. You see..." the boy paused and looked down at the destruction this Zarbon character had already caused just landing his ship and make a face of mock surprise as if he hadn't noticed it on the flight over and then looked back up and smiled at the blue skinned man. "...Oh dear, it looks like you already did start trouble. Well, I guess We're going to have to teach you that lesson after all. Pity, we could have done something much more fun. Now I guess I'm going to have to kick your behind, stuff you back in that flying tennis ball and send you crying home to Ice Box, or what ever your boss' name is." Ethan added sounding like his usual cocky self.

"Oh, one thing before we start..." the boy held a hand up to the headphones still on his head. "Mister Smith? Would you be so kind as to start an evacuation of the city please. just in case our guest decides to get even more messy. Thank a million." Directing his attention back to the intruder, Ethan smiled again and took his phones off, resting them around his neck. "Now, where were we?"

[Ethar Luxun]

Sensing Ethan arrive next to him and order an evacuation of the city, Ethar listened to Zarbon and Ethan for a few moments before Ethar made his reply to the intruder. "As my friend has said, Destroying me is something beyond your skills Zarbon." He said, maybe shocking the intruder that Ethar seemingly already knew about Zarbon. It might even confuse Ethan abit.

This occurred to Ethar, as he looked back to his friend "Ethan, let me handle him for now. Focus on getting civilians to safety, while I keep him occupied until people are safe. Its a long story, I will fill you in later." He said, before turning back to Zarbon.

"Sorry Zarbon, I will have to reject your offer. Frieza will have to find another planet to take over, and if you value your life, and your....ego... Id suggest you leave immediately. Before you will know what its like to get your face wiped off your head." He said, threatening the intruder as he balled up one of his hands into a fist. He hoped that Ethan would listen to Ethar for once, and focus on the public's safety first.

[Ohkara Minamaru]

As he was conversing with the young brown-haired man a second blip was caught on his scouter. It seemed that company was rushing to the scene. Appearing hastily over the bay, one could spot the bright blue hair of a second challenger. Tapping the button on his scouter, it would be revealed to Zarbon that this man was a human; one of the planets many natural inhabitants. Though his power level looked fairly impressive, Zarbon was still unphased.

His eyes flared with rage upon the man's insult, and it only grew as he continued to ramble on; fairly normal reaction for someone who was literally about to go extinct. ”Oh?” the universal beauty scoffed, shaking his head a little while pulling a stray strand of hair behind his ear, ”While I am a little surprised at the sudden evacuation, its no matter. The both of you will soon be out of the way; you're only merely prolonging your own kind's extinction.”

These two seemed well informed, the blue-haired one arriving and joining in the conversation like he'd been there the whole time, the brown-haired one knowing Zarbon's name without ever being introduced; however, Zarbon too was intelligent, and experienced in conquering worlds. He was far more than just a pretty face, and he wanted to one might find him turn into the opposite. A beast.

A sly smile slid across his perfect face, revealing his composure in such a situation; the brown-haired man asked the other to stay back and “let him handle it” for a while. Letting out a dry chuckle, Zarbon shrugged, ”Yeah, why don't you just do that. Split up and die one by one instead.” he mocked them, and chuckled again, shaking his head, ”Oh-ho! Not only are it's inhabitants ugly, they don't even have brains, do they?” he cackled, drawing both of his arms back.

”No-oh,” he said, his face darkening and growing more serious, ”I think I much rather take you both on. Perhaps the only way either of you even stand a chance...” he taunted, then scoffed, ”Hah! Yeah, right!”

Quickly pushing both of his arms forwards, palms pointed at either opponent, Zarbon unleashed a furious barrage of pink ki-blasts, ”Dahdahdahdahdahdahdah!” he exclaimed, all while retreating backwards a ways, distancing himself from them, but lessening the barrage the further back he went. Taking the pair on at once would make things interesting, Zarbon would have to stay very mindful of his distances, but that was something his scouter would aid him in too.

Drawing his hands over his head, the elegant warrior formed two large spheres of pink ki, and hurled them towards his opponents. The spheres would explode out from the barrage of smaller blasts, hopefully taking the two by surprise and heavily damaging them- of course, this being the first attack, the intent was more to see exactly what these two could take. Zarbon would make sure to take his time with them both, and he'd try to enjoy each pain-causing second.

(Seeing as the combat had begun, it is time to lock in PLs. While the thread will remain "OPEN", those in it right now will be locked in, and the posting order will be established:

Ethan:

Base PL: 41,478  

X2: 82,956

Ethar:

Base PL: 40,571  

X2: 81,142 

Zarbon:

Base PL: 42,000

Transformation?: ?

Anyone who joins this thread will be added to the order in the order they joined, and will have their PLs locked in. Also, just to keep in mind, seeing as this is a saga thread, death will be permitted.)

[Ethan Snow]

“Oy, I’m the only native you’re talking to here. So don’t go making assumptions, ya long haired pansy.” Ethan shot back after the blue skinned fellow insulted their intelligence when really it should have been Ethar’s bravado he should have been sniping at. The blue haired teen didn’t really have time to do his own but of sniping at Ethar, the idea of splitting up was after all ridiculous. Any threat to the city should be met with the maximum possible force and dealt with quickly to both prevent as much collateral damage as possible and to send the message that those would-be invaders will always be turned back by that force. What Ethar was proposing was the exact opposite of that philosophy, halving their power just so that he could pursue a personal vendetta or seek personal glory.

Ethan couldn’t convey those sentiments however as Zarbon gave them little time to react. Their would-be conquer raised his hands and immediately the teen knew what he was about to do and sprang into action, tipping his board nose up and sending a surge of energy into it, shifting the construct’s spectrum so that it could be used as a barrier. He could have just as easily circled around to the alien’s back side, after all it was unlikely the man’s arms could bend backwards. Instead though the shirtless boy chose a faster approach to deal with this enemy, regardless of what Ethar might have wanted. With the bottom of his board directed at his opponent, Ethan road out the barrage of ki blasts, letting the construct take the punishment as he flew forward, or rather down from his perspective. Being a close in fighter, Ethan had no intention of letting his opponent get away and closed distance with him even as each of the man’s blasts exploded against his board. Given that Zarbon was dividing his power and attention between the two of them, Ethar’s presence would hopefully be enough of a drain and a distraction to enable Ethan to close with relative ease. Relative was the operative term there, as the blasts were impressively powerful for something that was being so easily spammed. Still the machinegun of explosions would not hold the shirtless teen or his ethereal construct back.

As he closed with his quarry, the torrent of offensive fire paused, giving the teen a moment to glance down thought the translucent structure of his board and see that the green haired man had raised his arms and was preparing a pair of larger energy spheres for launch against his companion and he. Taking that opening, Ethan poured on the speed in a quick burst of downward force, intending to rush the man and either prevent him from successfully launching his attacks, or power through the explosion and shield bash his opponent with the bottom of his board. The latter proved to be the case as while Ethan was closing the distance with lightning speed, the twin pink spheres were set loose, the one targeted at Ethan exploding almost immediately as the boy hurtled in. The action of absorbing the explosive energy of the last attack was understandably draining, but being prepared for that fact, Ethan though strained, was not stopping, and a split second later would likely crash right into their attacker with the latter plastered against the underside of his of his board. With any luck, Ethar might still be in action after the barrage and use the collision to his advantage.

[Ethar Luxun]

Ethar was a bit peeved as Zarbon had spoke. He seemed alot more arrogant then the Zarbon he had fought in the alternate dimension.

He watched as the villian launched a series of weak ki blasts at both him and Ethan. The teen seemingly used his board as a barrier, blocking the small shots, but for Ethar, he merely slapped the weak blasts away, up into the sky so it caused no harm to any nearby onlookers.

However, as Zarbon quickly charged up larger blasts and threw them at the defenders, He saw Ethan power through one blast, taking the fight directly to Zarbon. But one blast was hurled at him.
Grinning to himself, He waited for the blast to get close to him, before suddenly releasing a burst of energy that cuased the orb to explode, covering Ethars position in smoke and dust.

Moments later, a brief surge of energy would be detected in Zarbons scouter, and the smoke that enveloped Ethar suddely was blown away, revealing not only that Ethar was unharmed, but he was wearing a new type of armor, as well as holding a staff. Both the staff and armor glowed with magical properties, but that wasnt the only thing that had changed with Ethar. If one were to look closely, they would be able to make out actual arcs of electricity sparking off of the duke.

Cracking his neck, Ethar was still smiling as he had started to reveal his new special weapon. One that he had been working on ever since Akassa was defeated and banished...

Storm Magic - After many months of research and experimenting, Ethar had grown adept at using Storm Magic. A type of electrical energy that could be used to for a large variety of techniques, ranging from stunning opponents through direct physical contact, to manipulating the weather to unleashing devastating disasters. (All additional 'techniques' are not included with 'Storm Magic')('Storm Magic' has no effect on its own, and is purely for immersive purposes.)

[Ohkara Minamaru]

One of them reacted as quickly as Zarbon had; rushing forward with impressive speed. ”Perhaps I underestimated the human...” the alien thought to himself as he attacked, however it was already too late. As the pale-blue-beauty unleashed his final shot the blue-haired boy connected with him, his board of energy hitting him directly as it burst through to pink explosion from his ki.

Being a whole-body shot, the attack was harsh, however the foreign warrior had experienced much worse. Shaking his head a little the alien huffed, ”You'll have to try much better than that!” he taunted. Using the full extent of his speed, Zarbon skidded in the air to his left, fluidly firing a harsh round-house kick towards the boy's back.

His scouter neatly kept track of the other problem; who seemed to have detonated his attacks, and was now donning a new, interesting looking set of armor. The change might have been intimidating to a weaker foe, but to Zarbon it was just a simple transformation. It seemed for the moment Zarbon would be able to devote most his attention to the one attacking him instead of dividing it; for him, this was definitely an advantage.

If his first kick connected Zarbon would rush towards the surfer, unleashing a quick barrage of four punches. Upon firing the last, Zarbon's leg would cock back; firing an upwards kick towards the teen's head, and back flipping a distance away in the process, an attack he called the Purple Circle.

[Ethan Snow]

Succeeding I bashing the blue skinned alien with his board, Ethan was all set to pull back and let Ethar have a whack at the guy, it was after all only logical that they should work together. Ethar though had other plans evidently, whether it was his intention or not, the brown haired young man left the boy out in the proverbial cold, and in that time the alien named Zarbon darted around behind the kid's back. Ethan tried to track with him the moment he saw the man was no longer under his board, but the other was took quick and before the boy to get away, the alien's leg collided with his back, drawing a gasp from the shirtless teen as he arched himself backwards from the sudden pain. The impact though was quickly followed up by four fists crashing against the boy's skin, each forcing more of a reaction out of him.

"Ahh!... AAAHHH!... ARRRG!... AAAAHHH!..." Ethan yelled with each strike as Zarbon blasted punches into a back. Though not exactly used to such hits, the teen supposed they could have been worse. Still trying to keep his wits about him, the blue haired teen knew he had to react. Had the alien started pounding on his abs, Ethan might have been content to let him get a few hits in just to show him how strong he was, but his back wasn't something he could flex so it just wouldn't do. Reacting as fast as he could and given the alien seemed content to lambast the teen from behind, he'd have to teach him that it wasn't such a good idea, and so with his right palm pointed backwards, unleashed his custom energy technique. A Ki blast that did not travel in the form of a ball or beam, but in fact exploded right then and there, in Ethan's hand, directing all of that energy forward and hopefully right into the man's face.

"Shaka!" Ethan yelled as the explosion erupted from his hand. It of course didn't save him from the knee that was coming his way as the man was already in motion, but the impact and Ethan's own counter were virtually simultaneous and while the boy tumbled forward from the shot to the back of the head, dazed in the process, he hoped the blue alien took the full force of his counter and was in a similar position. Dropping to the surface of the ruined street below, Ethan landed roughly, his board dissolving on impact and the teen stumbling a few steps before regaining his footing.

"I stand corrected, you're a back stabbing pansy. Serves you right though." the boy stated a bit woozily, not yet confirming if his counter attack had succeeded or not.

[Ethar Luxun]

Ethar watched as Ethan and Zarbon exchanged blows. For a moment, Ethar thought Ethan was in trouble when Zarbon hit his back, but Ethan managed to retaliate with an attack of his own.

But even afterwards, Ethan looked like he was in a bit of pain when he regained his footing, and called Zarbon a 'Pansy'.

"Ethan, Do not let your guard down. Such an attack will barely even graze Zarbon. He is afterall, one of Frieza's elite fighters for a damned good reason." He said, as Ethar quickly used Zanzoken to rapidly move between Ethan and Zarbon. Hoping to take charge of the battle, for just enough time for Ethan to get his back fixed up, Ethar quickly formed a large ball of Ki in his free hand, and threw it at Zarbon in the hopes of adding additional damage to Ethan's counterattack, should it work.

"Sorry I took so long to enter the fight. I wanted to give my new powers a field test, hence the armor." He said, glancing back to Ethan, then back to where Zarbon presently was. "We can't go lightly on this fight, I know of some of Zarbon's abilities, and they aren't pretty from what I have seen. We have to go all out and end this quickly, or else things will get very....ugly..."

[Ohkara Minamaru]

His attacks had been successful, all the way up to his Purple Circle technique; however as he gave a spin, arching backwards to fire his kick, the blue-haired boy gave him a bit of a surprise. His hand pointed backwards, and he let out a powerful roar, firing an invisible blast of energy directly towards Zarbon's face. With no time to react, the alien was forced to finish his rotation rather abruptly, the energy connecting harshly and rolling him backwards a few extra times. Luckily for him, though his movements had saved the scouter on his face, but just barely.

It was then that the brown-haired man stepped in. With no notice, the man flashed over between the two fighters, quickly forming and firing a blast of his own. Grunting, Zarbon did his best to stop himself in the air, only for the ball of ki to connect with him. As it detonated the pale-blue alien let out a groan of pain, his body forced back a few more feet; now standing a good six yards from the two men.

A hand rose to his face, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth; the attacks were strong, but still no match for the powerful aggressor. Glancing down at the blue smudge on his forearm, the alien's eyes narrowed, ”How dare you!” he shouted, his gaze turning to the two men, ”How dare you tarnish my beautiful face!”

With fire ablaze in his eyes, Zarbon's own energy level exploded; reaching his maximum of forty-two-thousand. His muscles slightly bulged, and and to the full extent of his speed he shot forwards, arms spread behind him. Hands ready to grab as he neared them, the alien would reach for the two's heads; if successful in grabbing them, he would quickly butt the two together, ”I will make you pay!” he'd roar, shoving the two away from him afterwards.

Following up such an attack if it were successful, Zarbon's right hand would aim at the duo. Grasping his right forearms tightly with his left hand, it would take very little time for him to steady himself, ”Elegant Blaster!” he'd roar; a viciously, wide-spread, orange blast exploding from his palm; both men in its path as it fired forwards.

[Ethan Snow]

Somewhat dazed as he was, Ethan still seemed to be more focused on actually fighting the fight then Ethar, who seemed to want to talk about it rather then fight it. The older male went on trying to strike up a strategy rather then keeping on the ball. Ethan knew not to run his mouth during a fight, barring the quick taunt here and there, but the brown haired young man wanted to deliver Shakespearian length strategy speeches, all while in earshot of the guy trying to kill them. It was no wonder the blue haired man cut him off mid sentence and grabbed Ethar's head. Thankfully his friend had finally done something to get the heat off of the blue haired teen for a few moments, as by placing himself between the teen and the alien, Ethan was afforded an extra moment to react. With his restrictive weights still firmly fastened, the boy couldn't avoid getting grabbed himself, but he could avoid further cranial damage with a quick reaction. Raising his hands as the blue and green alien started to bring the two together, Ethan quickly pumped a burst of his energy into forming an amorphous blob of water, roughly half the height or a man, between them to act as a cushion.

When they crashed together the impact was still rough but between the water cushion dissipating the energy slightly and in the process spraying everywhere, and Ethan's own outstretched arms pushing against Ethar's chest, the blue haired boy survived the impact without any further potential brain damage. The alien though wanted to keep things moving fast and seemed rather upset that Ethan was fighting back. 'Well what the hell did he think I was going to do, stand there and let him try to beat my face in?' the boy thought to himself for an instant as the alien shoved them away. Getting distance again, Ethan pushed off of Ethar, separating the two and given he did not have the time to form, board and ride his surfboard, the boy continued to throw energy into his water forming ability and sprayed forth two jets of high pressure water, like one would expect to come from a fire hose. The intended effect was to use the spraying water as a reaction mass and as he did, Ethan propelled himself up and backwards, potentially soaking and even pushing Ethar as well since the other was right in front of him.

Ethan was only airborne for a few seconds before the alien launched an expanding cone of destructive energy towards the two. Ethan didn't know if ether could get out of the way or if he might already be since the jets of water were now blocking his line of sight to the other young man. When the blast washed over the area, the water Ethan had been spraying flash boiled into steam, exploding out with the blast to fill the area with a thick haze. The boy didn't escape completely unharmed though, catching the outer perimeter of the cone as he tried to propel himself away from his partner. The teen tumbled back to the ground, crashing on his back in the middle of the street, steam riding from his shirtless body. The boy's pants were simultaneously charred and soaked, though the residual heat was quickly drying them. Groaning and bringing both hands up to rub the sides of his head, Ethan realized this alien was definitely a heavy hitter and he couldn't afford to go easy anymore.

It would take the cloud of steam generated but the flash boiled water to clear and in that time, provided he wasn't interrupted, Ethan for the first few moments would remain on his back, fiddling with his fingerless gloves. It wasn't exactly an easy task to remove the strips of super dense metal from them, they were training aids after all and not intended to be modified quickly in combat. The same went for his belt, but that could be much more quickly removed then modified. His boots though were also a bit difficult. But if given the minute or so he needed on the ground, Ethan would pull the metal strips from his gloves, then the bars from his boots and finally haul himself to his feet and remove his belt. Tying the belt around the collected weights, Ethan tossed them towards the closest building, of course given their mass and the energy needed to perform such a fete, it was no surprise that the bundle of weights left a splintering crack in the sidewalk where they first impacted and then continued into the building, leaving a good soccer ball sized hole in the wall. Free of his restrictive weights now, and provided he was still unmolested, Ethan stretched and then cockily folded his arms up behind his head and looked up into the air for their opponent as the steam cleared, if it hadn't already, letting his power build until he crested the plateau that brought him into his higher, transformed state. Ethan wasn't going to say anything this time, he'd left the waves of invisible energy wafting off of him do the talking, and then his fists.

[Ethar Luxun]

It was a split moment that Zarbon had rushed in, and attempted to knock the two out. But luckily, Ethan softened the blow considerably with his water powers, but Zarob was quick to shove them away and attempted to follow up with an energy blast.

While Ethar lost sight of Ethar before the blast, Ethar had to look after himself as the energy blast was headed his way as well. Helding his hands out, Ethar attempted to halt the blast with his own bare hands. Luckily, His hands did catch it, but he could feel the burning sensation that the energy gave off, and he quickly diverted the force of the impact to the side, allowing the rest of Ethar to escape unscathed.

Feeling his hands badly burnt, he let his body's advanced healing take care of it as Steam also clouded the area. Focusing on the nearby energy signatures, he felt Ethan's energy spike up to a level that almost perfectly matched Zarbon's then surpassed it, and knew that Ethan was going all out at last. Ethar grinned to himself as the glowing runes on his armor seemingly faded, as Ethar's own powerlevel slowly rose up 40K (ish) but to Zarbons surprise, Ethars energy level suddenly spiked to just over 81K.

Quickly using Zanzoken, Ethar attempted to move through the steam at high speeds as he quickly formed his Spirit Sword on his right arm. His target wasnt Zarbons chest or head, but rather his right arm. If his quick attack was successful, Zarbon could possibly find himself one limb less then he had earlier.

Of course, if anyone got a good look at Ethar after his power had spiked to 81,000, they would notice that Ethar's skin had turned dreadfully pale, as the very pale skin accented his eyes, which seemingly were purple in colour. Almost, turning to a red colour....

[Ohkara Minamaru]

The ability to manipulate water wasn't a common sight for Zarbon, even as well traveled as he was. As the teen formed a cushion of water between he and his comrade, the two were saved of the harsh intended impact. However, the alien would still toss them away; upon firing his blast, it would be the brown haired male who stepped up to the plate.

Bracing himself for impact, the man faced the powerful blast with outstretched hands. To Zarbon's surprise his attempt would not be in vain- eventually tossing it aside and saving the duo from enduring too much damage. Connecting with the ground below, and Ethan's water attack, there was an explosion of thick steam, shrouding the blue-haired teen within. Zarbon wasn't too worried about losing sight of one of them, he still had his scouter.

Beeping in, Zarbon could see both their energies raising until they surpassed even his own. A look of shock crossed his face, ”How can this be?” he quietly asked, the increase in power a fairly significant one. Still tracking them, it would be his scouter which brought his attention back to the fight. In a flash the brown-haired man was upon him, a blade of energy in his hand.

Reacting quickly, Zarbon's whole body shifted to the side, rolling away from the attack with beautiful grace; however, he would not go unscathed, the blade licking moderately into chest- a diagonal slash, easily piercing the alien's armor.

A gasp escaped his mouth as he stopped himself, to reface his opponent. With the blue-haired boy currently grounded, the other was his main priority. Yet, there was still no doubt that at this point Zarbon had no chance, at least in his current state.

A smirk crossed the alien's face- he'd already learned a lot from the short time fighting his opponents. Firstly, the blue-haired boy was the strategist, he was sly, and quick. The brown-haired one was more brawny, overconfident, but powerful. Everything he'd learned pointed to him having at least a few seconds to recuperate if he opened his mouth. If he had just a few moments, then surely he could transcend even his opponent's current power levels.

”Maybe I underestimated you,” Zarbon admitted, hoping to catch the man in the mood for a brief conversation. Cautiously he would brace himself, but also how little sign of resistance, his hand rising to the bleeding wound on his chest, ”But you wouldn't be as savage as to attack me in such a state, would you?” Provided the moment, the brown-haired man likely to respond, Zarbon's muscles would bulge, his body increasing in size.

The only beauty behind this transformation was the speed at which it could be achieved. In the blink of an eye there was a very different creature standing before the young man, for lack of better words, a Monster:

Monster From: 126,000 PL

As his energy level plateaued, a toothy-smirk would slid across his face. Having transformed, the wound across his chest has stopped bleeding, and with the new power, he was revving to go. Just as quickly as he'd transformed, Zarbon was on the move again; rushing forwards, his speed unbelievable he'd rear his knee up, aiming for the man's gut. If it connected, he'd follow up with a upwards kick to the man's chin, followed by a spinning kick to send him flying away.

If successful with his barrage, the brute would quickly tap the button on his scouter, making sure to keep track of the of the blue-haired teen as he stood below, the steam finally clearing to make him visible.

Although this team was stronger than he'd first though, in his Monster form, Zarbon was confident that he could prevail. The duo seemed to be having trouble cooperating, and frankly reacted badly as a team. However, if he wanted to insure his victory, he knew he had to finish the fight quickly, before that changed. Outstretching his arms towards the males, he'd once again unleash a barrage of rapid-fire ki blasts; these blast smaller, yet fired quicker than before. However as rapidly spammed as their were, they were not completely directed at the Earthlings. Instead Zarbon would slyly fire towards the structures behind them. A few well placed blasts, and two taller nearby buildings would collapse, rubble raining down on them.