[Saga] Witness the Beautiful Chaos! (Open)

[Ethan Snow]

Ethan's stomach seemed to be the center of the world today, as usual it'd betrayed him, being his single largest weakness, something the attacking alien must have picked up on because he had been drilling it mercilessly the moment he got his hands on the boy. While Ethan would have liked nothing more then to escape the punishment, his unruly body was doing everything to hamper that and were Ohkara present she certainly would have known what the teen was experiencing and why he was now laying so helplessly across the crumbled building supports. The few moments the beaten teen had to breath didn't last though and like a demonic monster set on only one thing, the green hair's alien descended through the remains of the structure with frightening power, slamming his heel down into the boy's stretched and vulnerable middle.

"Uuuuuuuaaaahhhhhhh!!!" Ethan cried out as Zarbon's boot buried it's self much to far into his organs, and as Ethan feared, something let go. It was as if his insides were exploding and with that explosion came a spray of blood from the crying teen's mouth. Yes, he did in deep have tears in his eyes, so powerful was the impact to his guts that Ethan couldn't contain much of anything anymore. The dull ache his innards had been in was renewed, hot and sharp and though he was coughing up blood and pretty certain he was about to get himself killed, his treacherous body went into a familiar spasm, and more tears, it was utterly humiliating.

But Zarbon didn't stop with just one murderous kick, no, in the moment Ethan's body started to writhe and blood had poured from his mouth, now leaving a trail running up the side of the teen's head, the alien repositioned himself and brought his other leg down into Ethan's pulverized middle. "AAAAaaaaahhhhhggggg!!!..." Ethan screamed, more blood escaping his mouth along with the expelled breath from the impact. "Arrrrg... Ethar!... He's killing mmm... Rrrrg..." Ethan cried out for help but couldn't finish, his defeated body going into another rolling spasm, straining the boy's wits to the breaking point and sending him into a fit of desperate coughing for air. His eyes were closed by now so he only felt Zarbon's gloves hands closing tightly around his wrists. He was aware of being hoisted off the already disintegrated rubble beneath him and then lifted higher. The speed was incredible. 'What the hell is he doing?... Uh, why do I care, I wish I could just pass out...' the boy's thoughts reflecting his resignation. The intense acceleration he was feeling as Zarbon held onto him wasn't upward flight as he thought though. Zarbon had only traveled far enough up to escape the collapsing remains of the building before starting to rotate the boy in a circle. The pull of centrifugal force stretched Ethan's injured body and compressed his throbbing organs, making the teen groan as the spin increased. and then, just as quickly as it has started, Ethan was free. Zarbon's hands had released him and the shirtless boy could feel himself cartwheeling through the air. He had no idea how fast or when he'd hit the ground, he only know it had to be inevitable.

'I've got to stop myself... If he doesn't kill me the impact will...' Ethan thought to himself, but he was so drained and in so much pain he could barely get his eyes open the crack necessary to see that he was indeed flying across the city and fast enough that the fall could indeed finish him in his condition. Ethan had slipped out of his transformed state though when Zarbon kicked him the second time, and could barely summon the will to keep his eyes open, let along the power to summon his board. Hell, he could barely move a muscle. No he was committed to where ever the hell it was Zarbon had thrown him.

[Ethar Luxun]

Ethar tried to continue charging his special attack, but seeing one of his best friends getting slaughtered was getting too much for him. "Fuck it, This has to work..." He thought, as he saw Ethan spewing up massive amounts of blood. He knew that humans couldnt lose too much blood, before they go into shock and die, and Ethan was getting pretty damned close to it from what he saw.

After the massacre, He saw Zarbon smash him through a building before spinning the poor soul around and around before throwing him at Ethar, then following up with a large blast right behind him, in an attempt to wipe them both out. "Its now or never!" He said to himself, before he ceased charging, but held the charge and used his Zanzoken technique to zip into the air. Thats right, ZIp. He zipped into teh air, used Ethans stomach to propel himself higher... granted, it was more abuse for the poor teen, but the impact of Ethars would would show him down, and push him into the ground and out of harms way...for now.

Outstretching his two fingers wit hteh energy, Ethar Shouted "SPECIAL BEAM CANNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!" as the energy erupted from his fingers, firing a small, and very fast beam that collided with Zarbons own attack.

Ethar Attack PL - 219,083
VS
Zarbon Attack PL - 126,000
Winner: Ethar

The two attacks seemed to struggle for a moment before Ethars attack vaporized Zarbons own attack with ease, and soared right for Zarbons stomach with amazing speeds. The entire battle was riding on this attack. Ethar secretly prayed to the gods above that his attack not only shocked Zarbon by defeating his own attack, but the shock would last long enough to blast a hole in teh aliens stomach. Or at the very least, fatally wound him.

If it missed, it was all over...

[Celeh]

Rascal's plans to break Celeh's ankle worked, at least partially. With the wind knocked out of the demoness, she wasn't able to put the kind of sudden force into that twist that she might have wanted, which left Celeh's ankle severely sprained and fractured just above the joint rather than fully broke. She wouldn't be doing much with that foot for the rest of the fight, that was for certain! With that leg in Rascal's arms, though, Celeh began to act quickly. The pain was staggering, and Celeh cried out in pain, "AAAAUUUGGGHHH!"

But that cry of pain was also a cry of fury. She had made her first mark by kicking Rascal in the solar plexus before, and she intended to play on that further. She pulled her free leg back and aimed another kick for the chest of the demoness. At the same time her tail swept around beneath her captured leg, likely out of Rascal's view, and reached up around behind her neck to coil around it in an attempt to choke her and prevent her from catching her breath. If the tail choke worked, the kick to her chest would likely hit for sure, further knocking the wind out of her. Celeh's tail hadn't come into play before now, and if Rascal knew anything about Saiyans, the use of her tail might be even more surprising since most Saiyans had a severe weakness in their tails. Celeh's tail was like a slightly weaker arm, but the grip on it was just as strong as her hands since it could coil rather than grasp.

The first kick wouldn't be the last, though whether the tail grab worked or not. She had to break free of Rascal's grasp, and so those kicks would keep pounding away aimed at the other woman's chest.

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A howl of pain escaped the Saiyan's lips as she fought back against Rascal. It caused the demoness to smile but only very briefly. The reason was because the woman began to lift her leg and kick it at her. She then barely saw some long brown or black thing lash out at her. She wasn't sure what it was until it wrapped around her neck. "Extra appendage..." She thought to herself feeling a crushing force on her wind pipe. She craned her neck down in order to try and lessen the damage but it only relieved the pain so much.

Then if that didn't make things better she lifted off her other leg and began striking the demoness' chest with it multiple times.

"Bam! Bam! Bam!" the foot went as it slammed against her body. Even with the 54,000 PL her toned body now supported the strike was beginning to hurt like hell. She reached out a hand looking like she gasping for hair but instead her palm up to the sky and raised two fingers. Then released her other hand and gripped under her wrist. It was time to release a little special treat, even if she lost her grip on Celeh! It wouldn't matter though because with this next attack she wasn't going to miss!

Pink ki swirled around the type of her index and middle finger and when it was done rotating a sphere of ki formed. She then sneered at her opponent and released her technique. It was a sphere that matched her ki's color that moved as she hurled it at the opponent and pointed directly at Celeh with her fingers. The Saiyan was going to be in for a surprise if she moved because by doing so she'd learn this attack was able to quickly follow her due to it's home abilities. While this was being launched she also followed up the strike by firing off another three strands of hair. This time to grab her if she tried to get away. The concentration needed for both was semi-extensive but the dual fold attack was worth the effort even as beads of sweat began flowing down her brow again.

[Ohkara Minamaru]

He had it. Victory was his. His Elegant Blaster barreled towards the duo with intense speed; the blue-haired boy would strike the brown-haired one, and then his blast would finish them off. Rushing forward towards the chaos, however; was a bad move on Zarbon’s part. Being in such close proximity of his attack blocked his view. His cockiness had gotten the better of him in the worst possible moment.

There was a sudden explosion of energy that even Zarbon could feel, however it all happened so fast. As quickly as the surge came something collided with his energy attack. Zarbon’s body stopped instinctively, his arms outstretching and pushing back he would let forth a mighty roar and explosion of more energy. His blast would push back, an admirable battle between two mighty forces; yet, after a moment of struggle the opposing force would prove too much.

Zarbon’s eyes widened as a relatively small, spiraling blast exploded through his own pink blast, and ripped through the sky towards him. He could now see what had played out below him. He’d underestimated the resolve of the Earthlings. Ethar had used Ethan as a spring board of sorts, propelling him forwards and redirecting the boy’s body towards a large crater; luckily for him, the large amount of water drawn from the city’s water vein’s had turned said crater into a pool of water.

Zarbon let out a horrid curse, the surprise one that filled him with rage, however; that would be the last thing he’d do. With incredible force Ethar’s Special Beam Cannon connected with Zarbon’s chest. His eyes bulged, his body folded, his mouth opened wide and spewed out an unbelievable amount of blue blood. Just as quickly as the attack struck, it ripped straight through him, drilling a whole directly through his body.

”Daammmn…. You…” he groaned as the last of the attack exited his back. His body went limb, his eyes went blank, and suddenly he reverted back to his base form. His body dropping, it too would plummet for the large lake-like crater below them. There was no coming back from an attack like that. He was finished; they had succeeded

[Ethan Snow]

Tumbling out of control looked to be the order of the day, and to where Ethan knew not. What he did know was that he was in trouble, and although still conscious, the teen's pain wracked body could barely function. As he helplessly rolled in flight, following the arc Zarbon had put him on, Ethan caught sight of Ethar on one revolution, and then again on the next much closer. The third though was the real kicker, literally. As if his mauled midsection hadn't been through enough, his friend had vaulted up into Ethan's flight path and then kicked the blue haired teen right in his stomach.

"Aaagghhhhhhh!" Ethan half gasped and half gagged from the impact, choking out more blood. Why? Why would the other young man do that? Hadn't he suffered enough? He's been protecting the other young man, only to get kicked by him and have his already savaged innards brutally battered some more. It wasn't until a moment later, falling away back first and being afforded a view of the action that Ethan understood. He watched as Ethar launched a beam of spiraling, crimson energy that intercepted a blast Ethan had no idea was following him. As he continued to fall, his arc now much more steep, the shirtless teen watched as the beam cut through the pink ball of energy and slashed right through the blue skinned alien who'd launched it.

"...Heh.... Good..." the ravaged teen mumbled as the beam tore through the alien, all but ensuring the other's demise. Ethan wasn't happy so much that the other would surely die, but rather that the threat had been stopped. The boy never was blood thirsty and even during the war had never actually killed anyone, nor ever aimed to do so. Those thoughts aside now, and with the last vestiges of his consciousness and dwindling power, Ethan had to turn his attention to arresting his own fall else he'd very quickly be joining Zarbon, from the impact alone without the benefit of his transformed state. Water or no water, with the speed he was falling, and without being able to ascend back into his higher form, Ethan would not survive his appointed meeting with the ground below. Knowing he couldn't possibly focus enough to summon his board, nor would he even be able to stand on it, the boy had to do something far more basic, simple and quick to execute, something he'd done a few times in the past to out wit opponents. Forcing his pain ravaged muscles to respond, Ethan groaned as he twisted himself in the air, each movement burning his wrecked abdominals and as he turned himself around. Then focusing the last of his energy into his hands, the boy practically screamed as he willed the weakened and aching muscles of his body to elevate his arms out in front of him. With his limbs extended, the blue haired teen waited for the last moment and then released the energy, still too breathless to accompany the release with it's usual breathing technique and verbiage, Shakka.

To the outside observer it would have looked like Ethan was trying to land on his hands and knees when he was suddenly consumed by an explosion an instant before impact. In reality, Ethan had released the last of his energy with both hands, letting off two separate Shakka blasts. The kick back of the blast energy bouncing off the ground bellow cushioned the boy's fall with it's concussion, though obscured this fact with a cloud of dust knocked into the air by the same means. The energy release also altered the boy's trajectory somewhat, landing him on the wall of the crater. When the dust cleared after a few moments, Ethan was laying amidst a pile of rubble, crumbling concrete and stone. Blood was still smeared up his cheeks from earlier and was no being joined by a fresh trail running out of his nose as well as several new scrapes on his shoulders, in short, the boy was a wreck. Though also covered in sweat and breathing in a labored fashion, the boy was still for the moment, alive and miraculously, still conscious, although his expression plainly indicated he'd rather not be awake. More miraculously then Ethan's survival and still wakeful state was the fact that his headphones, although build out of no particularly special materials, were still intact and handing around his neck, although the wire and long since ceased to exist.

[Ohkara Minamaru]

”Wha-wha-whaaaaaat!?” Ohkara exploded, jumping out of her bed. She had overslept today; having set the alarm to 5PM instead of 5AM. As soon as the radio came on, it started with the emergency broadcast signal, the shear pitch of it feeling like nails to the young woman’s eardrums, the sudden shock making the girl jump from her bed with widened eye. Fingers extended, aimed a deadly, toxic green Finger Shot towards the clock radio, but just as she was about to take the shot the noise stopped and the broadcast began:

“Warning, there has been an invader stopped in the outskirts of the city. Two men, our very own Ethan Snow, and the man known as the Silver Saiyan are on the scene!”

Her eyes widened even more, and she drew her hand back, ”What? No…” she said, her expression darkening, ”What if they’re…” Suddenly, her face would raise, her eyes burning with anger, ”No.” stepping into the center of her room, she clasped her hands to her chest and closed her eyes. Feeling carefully, she could sense a total of 5 energy levels, however three of them seemed to dwarf the other two. Focusing on the higher ones, she could sense it was indeed Ethan and Ethar, who were engaged in combat with an even more powerful enemy.

Snapping to attention in their direction, she gave a serious nod, ”Don’t worry guys, I am on my way!” Quickly donning her yellow gi, today she ditched the weights; she would need to move at full speed to reach them before anything happened.

As she blasted off, out through her window and into the sky, her speed was unbelievable; yet it would still take some time to get to her friends. She could feel Ethan’s energy signature fluctuating- he was being beaten. Ethar’s was steady, but he gave off a second, more powerful signature- likely a charging blast, ”Oh no…” she gasped, ”This is bad! Don’t die on me, guys.”

Reaching them just as Ethar’s blast was fired, Ohkara stopped suddenly, watching the crimson blast rip through the invader’s own pink one and straight into his chest. Bursting out the other side, a hand rose to Ohkara’s mouth and she gasped, ”The Special Beam Cannon,” she noted internally; that was Ethar’s trump card- luckily for them, it seemed to be a success.

The brown haired Noran was in peak condition; as if he hadn’t been fighting at all. Ohkara’s brow furrowed. Although his plan had succeeded, there was no doubt she didn’t agree with the strategy of using the blue-haired teen as a decoy.

Attention snapping back to the surfer as she landed roughly against the ground, the young woman decided to aid him- Ethar had things handled. Touching down, she would run towards the teen, ”Ethan! she shouted, waving a hand in the air. However, upon closer inspection she saw he was in poor condition, and could feel his power level at an all-time low.

Crouching beside him, she cast a caring eye over his tortured body, ”Ethan…” she sighed, shaking her head. There was no denying his poor state made her feel guilty; had she woken up on time, she’d have been able to prevent this, or at the very least taken some of the fight off his shoulders.

Very carefully pulling the boys’ head to her chest, she cradled him, tears forming in the corners of her eyes, ”I’m so sorry I wasn’t here… I will make it up to you…” Gently propping her hand under his knees, she picked him up and rose into the air, ”Ethar!” she shouted up to the man, ”Good job! But you and I are really going to need to have a talk about your choice of strategy!” Of course, there was still time for the young woman to be her natural, grudge-holding self.

[Ethar Luxun]

Seeing that his attack was indeed a success, Ethar let out a sigh of relief as the life was drained from their attacker's body. It fell down to the ground below, and crashed, kicking up debris upon the impact. Turning around and was about to tend to Ethan, He quickly sensed Ohkara's energy, and saw her cradling him.

She was shouting up at him, and of course, he heard her loud and clear. He glided down and touched down near the pair, and knelt down beside them.

Placing a hand on Ethans back, Ethar couldnt help but give off a soft smile before looking at Ohkara. "Its a long story Ohkara, but we are going to have to quickly get him to a hospital, or back to my place." He said, as he looked up and saw Ohkara's slightly angry look at him. "Trust me, if I haven't done what I had done, Both Ethan and I would of perished against our foe. But thanks to me, only that fiend was killed. So I saved Ethans life in a way." He added, as he looked down at the beaten and broken Ethan.

"Rest well Ethan, you did a great job..." He said, as he then place his hand on the boy and closed his eyes for a moment. Things were silent for a moment, before Ethar opened his eyes again. "His wounds are very serious, but not fatal. Id say he deserves a major vacation after today." He said with a soft chuckle.

But it was then that Ethar started to feel for Zarbons energy signature, to make sure he was truely dead, but he felt two others in the distance, and they seemed to be fighting. Quickly looking back to Ohkara, Ethar told her "If you take him to my place, you will find the white medicinal ointment I used on you a long time ago in a small jar. If you apply it generously to his chest and stomach, and lightly on the open wounds, it will accelerate the healing of his internal injuries. The battle here isnt finished, so I must finish it, then I will be able to join you."

[Celeh]

Celeh felt confident that she'd taken the upper hand in this fight now. Her leg may have been crippled for the time being, but she'd gotten her tail around Rascal's throat, and with Rascal's arms busy forming some kind of attack, the Saiyan's tail would only tighten and increase its grip around her throat. She felt her kicks landing successfully on the chest and abdomen of the demoness. This caused a faint smile to curl onto the soldier's lips.

Celeh wasn't aware of the attack that Rascal had cooking up for her until the pink glow of that ki came into view. By the time she was able to react it was too late to stop the assault. Celeh went with her gut instinct and made a bold move. Instead of trying to run away from the combined attack, she used her tail as an achor and pulled herself closer to Rascal. The pink ball of Ki didn't have as much time to travel, so it didn't build up its full momentum before striking the Saiyan. Still, it hit with the force of a full strength punch and it landed right in her abdomen. She curled up and doubled over from the impaced, "G-gah!" She gasped, but her tail didn't loosen its grip. If she lost the grasp around Rascal's throat then she had already lost this fight. She knew that, what with the fact that she'd have a crippled leg to contend with, the fight would no longer be an even match as Rascal would have a clear weak point to focus her attacks on.

The three strands of hair were able to grab Celeh's arms and her other leg with ease, but they didn't accomplish much since the blast had already hit it's mark. She struggled against the hair, and even fired off a few blasts from her hands, using her wrists to adjust her aim so that they would be headed for Rascal's face. As close as the two were, dodging would be nigh impossible, and given that Celeh's tail still had a tight grip around Rascal's throat, it's very unlikely that the demoness was going anywhere. She and Celeh were locked in combat now.

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The explosions created by Zarbon, Ethar, and Ethan had rocked the city, however, not all the fighting was over. Rascal had entered the battle as a last minute arrival in order to cause some chaos but much to her shock trouble had already been going down. Now she was locked in combat with a female Saiyan who arrived late as well and as her blast landed and caused this woman to gasp in pain she too couldn't help but feel glee.

She would have gone into a long monologue as to how chaos was always the best thing to have for the world, but There was a small brown tail wrapped around her throat still as well as a blast of energy, created by her opponent, headed for her fast. It slammed into her eyes and in a flash of light she found herself engulfed by foreign energy.

"Argh! You wench!" Rascal screamed clawing at her own face in pain with her hands. They were the only thing capable of moving at the moment in terms of appendages so she had to make the best of it. This was because the Saiyan had stepped closer to her and literally locked her tail, arms, and legs into an twined mess with hers. It was a disaster but a great way to have a slug fest play out. One she was happy to oblige. She started by twisting a few strands of hair from her head around Celeh's wrists. They were already there loosely grappling hers. Yet she knew she had to apply only so much more pressure to cause them real pain and so she did enough so that they might constrict her blood flow or even snap apart.

A smirk appeared across her face while she lowered her hands from her stinging face and stated, "You're going to have every bone broken in your body you weird monkey. Then I'm going to take you and make you mine... You look too cute to kill and to be frank I'm into women, including myself." In the past she admitted this to another male demon just recently and from this encounter affirmed a strong alliance with him. If she could badly hurt this woman, drag her with her, and finally escape her predicament she'd be able to maybe use her for future goals. The problem was she had to loosen the other lady's control over the fight otherwise it might end up going in her favor. To make good with her measures she pulled back her left fist and attempted to fire a punch at the woman's abdomen. The way it curled inward on itself now appeared to her as though it were damaged. A soft target for sure to strike at when she almost had no way to block or avoid it. The same could be said of the demoness herself though if Celeh tried anything now.

[Ethan Snow]

Laying against the wall of the crater atop broken concrete and other assorted rubble, Ethan remained prone and almost lifeless, the only signs to the contrary being his open and open but listless eyes and the boy's slowly moving chest. He was taking one labored breath at a time, just trying to keep himself from slipping into blackness. The pain in his midsection was ferocious, a burning ache worse then he'd ever felt and the strength in his limbs simply refused to return. Within moments though a figure arrived overhead and descended towards him. At first he didn't recognize it, as although his eyes were indeed open, his mind was flooded with discomfort from every part of his body and occupied mainly with breathing and holding back the continuous urge to groan, not to mention throw up more of the blood mess he'd puked out while Zarbon was treating his stomach like a kettle drum. He heard a voice and finally when the figure touched down in front of him, he at least recognized it to be that of Ohkara.

'Oh, she's here. Finally, she can help...' he thought, momentarily forgetting that the fight had already been won. Things were a bit of a jumble at the moment, but as soon as she started to hoist him up, the movement bright a fresh throbbing to the ache in his middle and the boy lost his control and let escape a groan. The motion though did bring him partly back to his senses, his eyes focusing a bit more clearly as she carried him skyward. "Errrrrr..." the boy groaned, showing more signs of being aware of his surroundings. "...Hey... You're here... Great... I don't feel so good though..." Ethan mumbled as he no lay in the young woman's arms, his own free arm dangling lifelessly under him while the other was pinned against her. It was a sweet moment, at least for the half second it was allowed to exist before Ethar showed up and started painting a tapestry of how he'd single handedly won the day. Dear lord the guy's ego wouldn't quit. Coughing out a lesser dribble of blood mixed with saliva, the blue haired teen rolled his eyes up at Ohkara and then turned his head to the side so he could see the other young man.

"Ethar don't be so full of your self... I let him beat the crap out of me so you... could take that shot... There's nothing more d... Distracting then an opponent with... with a weakness you can easily exploit..." Ethan stated between labored breathes. "...Besides, I didn't ask for that kick you gave me... That one was a freebie... The next one you've got to earn." Ethan tried to chuckle, knowing full well he likely wouldn't block such a strike even if he saw it coming, but the action just produced more coughing and red tinged spit.

"Oh lord... I need that vacation..." the boy added and flopped his head back to gaze up at Ohkara. At about that moment something caught his ear and the boy paused to listen. There were sounds, not of emergency workers, they hadn't arrived yet. Neither was it citizens fleeing the area, it was already clear. Not this was something different. Had Zarbon brought someone else with him? They were clearly now the sounds of at least two people doing battle, but Ethan hadn't noticed another ship landing.

"Do you guys hear that?" the teen asked and then remained silent to continue to listen.

[Ohkara Minamaru]

Ohkara couldn’t help but laugh at Ethan’s response to Ethar’s self-heroic-exclamation; of course there was more than one side to every story… Peacefully shaking her finger beside Ethan’s head, she playfully scolded them ”Tsk, tsk, tsk, boys. Now’s not the time to start bickering. You’re both heroes to me!~” Shooting a wink at the two, she playfully stuck out her tongue. She was honestly just happy the two were alive.

Ethan’s mention of a vacation, mixed with his casted gaze towards the young lady made her smile, ”Mmmmmm…” she cooed with a nod, ”A vacation sounds wonderful…”

Of course just as she opened her mouth, Ethar mentioned the fight not being over, and Ethan noted a sound. Nodding at the two she pointed herself, and Ethan, towards the set of feuding fighters not far off from them, ”Don’t worry about them, guys…” she said, closing her eyes to feel out the energies a bit more. She had noticed the signatures before departing from her house, and was familiar with both of them.

One was a “little” girl, one notorious for changing her outfit and starting trouble. Ohkara had met this woman once prior, a little demoness by the name of Rascal- honestly, Ohkara hadn’t cared much for this woman, her peppy attitude and manipulative way disgusted her; however, she had stayed friendly with the woman in hopes of learning an interesting technique the woman displayed. The idea of stepping in a fight against her was humorous, and had she been fighting any stranger Ohkara would have likely came to her aid.

The other signature came from a Saiyan woman named Celeh. Ohkara had only met her once previously; however through a spar she came to develop a much deeper relationship with the woman- different as they were, they shared a similar fire- she was a warrior, but more importantly, a real person. Before meeting her Ohkara had honestly despised the Saiyans- she had made her realize that she had been wrong. Knowing the will and pride of the woman, there was no way she’d interrupt her battle- she might turn into an enemy.

”I know both of them. Celeh’s got things handled. If the other dies, it was because she did something to deserve it,” It was a cold comment, but it was also the truth.

”Actually…” she chimed in after a second, ”I’ve been meaning to talk to the two of you about Celeh…” Pondering the idea for the moment, she shook her head, ”No, for a different time..." she stopped herself, then glanced to the Noran, Ethar!” she exclaimed, a scolding brow rising, ”You need to come with me. From the looks of things, Ethan’s injuries are mostly internal. You have to know of something herbal for him to take; don’t expect me to try mixing the right stuff together!” Hopefully her words would stop the Noran man, and make him think about his injured friend.

”What if he tries to fight Celeh?” she asked herself internally. The question drawing a fire into her eyes, she wouldn’t take no for an answer; hopefully the half-Saiyan, half-Noran man would see that.

[Ethar Luxun]

Thinking about what Ohkara said, and looking back towards the two and sighed. It was true, his fight was over, and now he had to help Ethan.

"Alright. Since your much gentler then I am, Please carry him to my place. I will fly ahead and get everything ready." He said, as he smiled at Ethan. "Rest well, Your in good hands. Just dont throw up on anyone you guys fly over." He added with a soft chuckle.

Powering up, he focused his energy into flight and burst into the sky.

A thunderous boom sounded happened as Ethar broke the sound barrier mid flight as he flew towards his mountain home to begin prepping for Ethans arrival.

(Exit. Saga Gains. Weights. PL Please.)

[Celeh]

The opening that Celeh needed finally presented itself. As the blasts hit Rascal's face and she brought her hands up to cover it out of pain, this freed up Celeh's leg. Her wrists and one leg were still wrapped and tangled in the hair attack that Rascal was using, but that didn't matter right now. With the other woman writhing in pain and shouting in anger, Celeh made her true final attack. Her aura flared up and her power peaked for the final time in this battle. She jerked her arms downward and pulled Rascal's neck down as well using her tail. Although her injured ankle was now freed, she couldn't use it. She could, however, use the knee from that leg, which hadn't been damaged. And this was her last ditch effort to incapacitate the demoness. Her knee raised as she tried to jerk Rascal toward her and downward in an attempt to deliver a devastating knee directly to her face. Even if Rascal did managed to tighten her grip on Celeh's limbs, the surprise motion and the fact that Rascal had been squirming in agony when she began would make it much more difficult to resist or defend against. "This is it!"

Whether the attack succeeded in knocking Rascal out via blunt trauma, lack of breath, or otherwise was no longer in question. For Celeh, the outcome of the attack was everything. If it failed, she was likely done for. That last burst of strength faded as quickly as it came, and her power dwindled down to her natural base strength. She was left breathing heavily, sore from the blows she'd taken, and quite exhausted from pushing herself to maintain her maximum power for so long. If Rascal managed to stand up and take the attack, or somehow avoided it...Celeh would be too exhausted to fight back properly. Rascal would have the advantage in power for sure. But did she succeed or fail?


OOC: No longer Powered Up(x2). PL reverted to Base(33,500)

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In her time of pain Rascal felt a sudden jerking motion in her neck. It felt like her opponent was using her hands to grab her neck and pull her down along with her tail. "But into what?" she pondered before finding her nose slam into a hard, muscular knee. The pain was excruciating yet Rascal attempted to hold on by using her free hands to cover the blood dripping from her nose and exert her remaining power into making a stop gap for the injury. Her close range vision felt blurry yet beyond the scope of it she could see the faint outline of her foe panting for breath.

Rascal muttered before her current form began to lose its shape and full power, "This... This isn't over." She could still feel her hair tangled around the other woman's body and although her ki was very weak she might be able to take on the chance to finish her off via breaking her limbs or stabbing her with her hair strands.

Heavy breathes escaped the demoness though and she really wondered if she was up to it. Her body currently remained entangled with the Saiyaness and there remained little power in her body as it shrunk back to its normal shape. She truly wanted to capture this woman but now figured that would be impossible. The insolence of breaking her nose and nearly knocking her out riled her up too much. She wanted to pass out but inside slowly moved a hand into the upper part of her bra strap to grasp a tiny, green seed.

She'd move it to her mouth and bite on it feeling a rush of finite energy restore her to close to peak condition. It was her final gambit but this seed, called a Senzu Bean, was possibly going to turn the tide in her favor once more. Unfortunately, she could not find the resolve to power up once more to finish this. It now was the Saiyan's turn though to continue their spat. She probably could find the energy to now crush her limbs but wanted to see what kinds of plays the woman before her still had.

X2 Transformation Lost, Senzu Bean Spent