Here we go.

Furious Cannon: The user starts in a 4-star formation and brings the hands down straight in front of them. Aura circulates from the chest up to the arms, forming a huge ball of energy. And with a fiery-red ki stationary, releases it as a huge blast towards its target.

Rain and fog enveloped the area. Sounds of clicking heels could be heard in the streets as the rainy woman and her cohort were making their way towards their objective. Elsewhere a war had started. A power was about to be unleashed. Sure the guild war had erupted up into a tower of a volcano, wishing to burst its magma into the world.

And so the woman hummed in her depressing hum, seemingly longing for someone to attach herself to. It was just another mission.

"Let's get them, you guys!" Natsu yelled as the Phantom Lord building was seemingly charged. The siege had begun, or at least the first half. It wouldn't last long.

"So, look who it is..." Cyrus almost smiled at the fellow earthling. His brown eyes tried to deduce the feeling in Damon's. "Damon Fury." He almost felt bad. "The test subject." And Damon's nerves were hit. "Well, failed test subject." He could sympathize. Cyrus wasn't exactly very strong, even when training under certain amazing masters.

"Cyrus...long time no see. Last time I remember I kicked your butt."

"Well, that may be true, but that was quite a while ago. I've trained quite a bit since then." Erza saw the confrontation, with her almost about to charge in and help, until she saw Crusher being thrown away by a being with flowing golden hair and a cheeky smile.

"Damon!" She yelled as she was conflicted. He turned, and let one blue eye rest on her. Immediately he could see her predicament.

"Go! Help Cruser with the Saiyan; I've got this guy," Damon incredulously pointed at Cyrus, who stood solemnly.

"Crusher! How's it been, old pal?" The Saiyan said with a cheery smile. Crusher only glared seriously.

"Rikyu, I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to kick your ass." Rikyu kept his calm cheerful smile, and slowly got into his stance.

"Well, you can certainly try bud, but I'm gonna warn you. I've gotten much stronger since last we jousted." Crusher got into his own stance.

"So shall we begin?" Both Rikyu and Cyrus said at the same time.

Damon launched at Cyrus, who took his punches head-on, electing to send them side to side expertly. Damon only narrowed his eyes as he sent an uppercut with his right leg, electing Cyrus to go flying back. He stopped in mid-air, slowly wiping his face, only turning his eyes back, narrowing them more.

And a flurry of punches and kicks flew, both wishing to gain the upper hand. Both styles seemed even at the point.

Noises of explosions sounded as their fists and knees met over and over, both trying to gain the upper hand.

"Enough..." Damon said as he broke off and they landed a few feet away from each other. He let his legs spread as power formed.

"Kaio-Ken!" The red aura exploded around him, letting his muscles slightly bulge and expand. His body perspired lightly as his breathing got only a touch heavier.

"Heh, you think that technique is going to give you victory?"

"Well, let's just find out..." Damon charged, his speed much faster than before, and the bout was on again. Cyrus seemed to be enjoying the match as he landed blows, catching Damon off guard. "Damn it!" Damon yelled as he charged again after being pushed back.

"Face it, you're just not up to snuff."

"Take this!" Damon charged back and let a stream of powerful vengeance shots out, sending Cyrus on the defensive as the blasts came at him. Cyrus backhanded the first one away until the shots kept getting more powerful, and so he resorted to his own weapon.

He slowly released his sword from its care and held it in his hands. And as the Ki blasts came at him, he slashed them right down the middle, dispersing them just as quickly. Damon cursed his luck.

"I forgot to mention, Trunks taught me how to use this baby." And he held his gleaming sword for all to see.

"Kaio-Ken Times Three!" Damon charged in for close range. But Cyrus kept redirecting his punches with perfect accuracy and skill. Damon had had enough of it.

As he punched he screamed in anger as his fists got faster and faster. Cyrus' eyes slowly got wider as he realized what was happening.

"Can you keep up with my Raging Inferno?" He yelled as his fists kept getting faster and faster. Two blurred fists turned into three, four, five

six...

seven...

eight...

a dozen...

25...

"How are you doing this?!" Cyrus yelled as he was being pushed back, barely able to keep up and track the punches.

"Don't ask how! Just try to survive this next one!" Damon yelled again as a fist caught Cyrus off guard leaving him open. And Cyrus looked on in slight fear as the fist came crashing at him, faster than any before. It drove home, right in the gut sending him flying parallel perfectly to the floor. He crashed with a resounding boom as dust gathered from the explosion. Damon let out some heavy breaths as he smiled.

And then he looked on in slight fear himself. Even he had that cursed form!

His aura was the same, but the hair, it stuck out differently, and his Ki was flaring, easily much higher than before. Cyrus let some blood trickle down from his mouth as he moved back into combat.

"My turn."

Crusher held his eyes fixated on his opponent. He was powerful for sure.

"Let's do this!" Rikyu charged, letting blows fly across Crusher's body, who evaded and dodged them with ease, and as Rikyu was starting to frown, he was kneed hard in the gut, sending him tumbling over as he jumped in pain.

"Oww...ow...ow...ow." He muttered over and over again, as Crusher placed his leg slowly back on the ground for emphasis.

"It seems your reputation was true. Fine, it's time to activate my trump card." And he launched himself into a power-grabbing stance with his arms widened out as he yelled summoning torrential winds.

"You're a Super Saiyan..." Rikyu nodded as he held an air of seriousness as his teal eyes glared at Crusher. "I've got my own trick." Crusher let his hands fly out as his power gathered as well, summoning his true potential. His aura flared, lightning trickled heavily as his aura thickened and multiplied in power. His features became more defined as his hair grew sharper and agiler looking. He'd taken on his ultimate form.

"Mystic..." Rikyu uttered lowly, as he got into his stance. Erza was currently fighting goons as she looked at the stare-down occurring, feeling the tension rising. The two of them were at Wizard Saint level at least. Their power was unreal, as she could feel it radiating onto her own being.

And she saw them erupt into barrages, barely being able to keep up with the immense fight. Cracking blows ignited heated faces as eyes turned to view the spectacle. No magic was being thrown, but it sure as hell felt like two wizard saints were going down on it.

"Amazing..." Natsu muttered as he viewed the fight while punching away a goon blindly.

"You're good," Rikyu said, beginning to get his kicks out of the fight. His instincts yearned for him to kick it into overdrive; he bathed in the delight of a tough fight, anything less is like eating paper for a meal.

"Hmph," Crusher said as he increased the intensity, slowly pushing Rikyu back, startling the Saiyan. The fight had just begun...

"Time to get serious then."

Damon yelled as he flew back, slumping down to the floor against the hard wall. Blood trickled down his mouth as Cyrus simply stared at him. Damon crushed his left hand.

He cursed his luck. He hated this. Everyone was stronger! He had nothing to fight with, all he had was a dated and crappy technique against those bestowed with gifts from the Kais.

"Now practice! Let the energy flow, and concentrate!" The students looked on ahead, smiling as they knew they would have untold power released from them. Damon looked on, saddened as he looked at his own weak body.

"Damn..." He'd tried to pass the exam to get the tutelage, but the Kais failed him every time, he just wasn't strong enough. New-comers surpassed him in power it seemed as he looked down at his pathetic self again. "Why the hell can't I get stronger?!" He hated it.

"Well, maybe next time!" A fellow patroller ran by, mocking the human. He was known as Atlas, he had the "world on his shoulders," it was all a big joke. The patrollers decided to put him under such a name because of how truly pathetic he was. Saiyans ignored him outright, Majinns thought he was fun to "play with," Namekians looked at him with disgust; the Freiza clan...? They thought of him as less than a monkey; a flea on their body. And his fellow patrollers thought of him as a failure. He despised it. He trained countless hours, as his body barely got stronger. Nothing worked, even gravity training for all it was choked up to be. His body was repressing the progress and he couldn't find out why.

It was currently a year before the fated mission and again he had to watch as the yearly mystic exam passed him by, letting others surpass him again.

It made his mind numb; it made him cry out in anger in the training fields afterward. Oddly enough he always blacked out while letting his emotions run in the field; afterward was the only time he felt any stronger...but he couldn't remember a thing. Ever. His memories were repressed. They were locked away, along with his hidden power, but Damon, he didn't know at all. And to everyone else he was looked on as a failure; his mission completion rate was the lowest, he got beat by the weakest of opponents.

He couldn't really grow stronger. The only thing he had was the Kaio-ken technique, and it took a lot out of him to just do that.

He continued to practically explode in frustration at the sight in front of him. And then a fragile touch landed on his shoulder, revealing it to be Penelope, nicknamed Hope for her heroic deeds and her potential power as the Future Warrior. She smiled at Damon as he lightly blushed; he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

"It's ok to be weak, just make sure you get strong. If not for you, for me, ok?" She asked with a cheer as she extended a hand of trust. "So, will you be my partner on some missions?"

He couldn't believe it. He said yes immediately. He said he'd never fail!

What a fool he was. The images of her lifeless body popped up into his head. Her smile, even though he failed. And now, he had to go down again! It wasn't fucking fair. He despised it, he wanted it to end, his helplessness. He was the useless patroller, the one who was a laughing stock. The only reason people knew of him was that of his failure. And now in a whole new world, with all of his new friends, who actually give a damn about him, he was going to lose. No...no he wasn't.

"I-I won't lose..." he said slowly. He body shook as he slowly rose up. His body had taken quite a beating from that one hit. The aura Cyrus was emanating was immense. "I'm done being the laughing stock I was in the Time Patrol. I'm not going to fail anyone anymore." His anger swelled as his promise propelled his emotions.

He rose his eyes revealing the burning dragon slits. Cyrus looked on slightly shocked but kept himself reserved. Damon let his Ki fly as it flowed into him. Kaio-ken died down as his aura intensified. He'd achieved the form...he'd finally gained control of it! He could feel the power

He checked his power, flexing his hands and muscles, smirking slightly, but turning his face back to that of seriousness as he finally glared at Cyrus, with untapped rage and fury in his eyes.

"You hurt my friends...and I'll make you pay."

The structure shook as exchanges increased.

"You think it's ok huh?!" Damon yelled as he slammed a fist into Cyrus' face. "You think it's fine to hurt people? To make them suffer? You think it's ok you god damned bastard?" He screamed in fury as he launched barrages of unparalleled fists. He sent Cyrus on the defensive for sure.

Cyrus was confused, conflicted and slightly scared; emotions were supposed to hamper opponents, make them easier to defeat, this was the opposite.

"How are you so strong? How are you even controlling this?"

Cyrus usually kept his composure, but he almost questioned how this man could suddenly get so powerful, it was certainly not fair in his eyes.

He also lashed out with anger, however, as he sent a punch to Damon's face, all it did was graze his head to the side, where he slowly turned back, fury still evident in his yes, and screamed a massive Ki-wave out of his mouth. Cyrus went flying back unsurprisingly but recovered fairly quickly.

"AAAUGH!" Damon screamed as his body lanced in pain. His veins popped as his body convulsed in pain. The power was going to overwhelm him. "I gotta finish this."

"Retribution..." He began charging. Cyrus took the opportunity to charge towards him. His power was going to expire.

Cyrus had a great plan, surely.

"Rifle!" Damon screamed as the powerful Ki wave came crashing out of his palms.

Cyrus in that instant side-stepped the blast, and just as quickly, Damon tried to swing the blast into his face, however, Cyrus had teleported behind him.

"What?!"

"You're truly a strong opponent." Damon's form dissipated as Cyrus kicked him down to the floor, just as the guild hall took the brunt of the blast, creating quite a hole. Air fluctuated as Damon slowly fell, his power almost completely dropped to deathly levels.

Damon slowly opened his droopy eyes. He was surrounded by comrades, his family in Fairy Tail. Many were injured, others angered, Natsu was yelling like crazy, Crusher was idly chit-chatting. Gray had his shirt off, to which Lucy was slumped, regretting joining the guild. Damon was slumped over in a chair as he righter himself. He let his back fly up earning bunches of rewarding pops and cracks as he sighed in content.

"They hurt master!" Natsu screamed. Everyone was angered by that. He was practically drained dry. Phantom Lord had pushed them back.

"They had warriors like Damon and Crusher...one of them was a Dragon Slayer...their guild is pretty scary."

"I'm...I'm sorry..." They all looked at her with sympathy. Lucy looked as though she was on the verge of tears.

Damon placed a firm hand on her shoulder, "No, don't be." He'd heard the whispers. Phantom Lord was after her.

"This is all because of them." The guild nodded. "Also, where's Erza?" He asked, confused as to where she was.

And that's when the ground shook. Everyone panicked as the ground shook once more.

"What the hell's that!" Naruto practically screamed.

They all ran outside, Erza following behind from her watching over the master. They saw, well, a guild hall, moving towards them. It was hard to believe.

A giant voice came over the mic.

"Look at you little fairies scurrying around. Scared without your master?" The guild tensed up, many glaring at the approaching super-structure. "No matter. Surrender the Heartfelia girl, and nobody will get hurt." Lucy was about to willfully walk forward, giving herself up, all the while crying.

"Screw you!" Natsu screamed. "We don't give up friends! Our guildmates are family, and we don't just let them go!" The guild screamed in a resounding choir of approval, many clasping their weapons ready for a fight. Damon could feel a climbing power. He looked over and could see Crusher tense as well.

"Very well little fairies, then you'll die from our Jupiter Cannon!" And that's when the cannon revealed itself. It charged, and before anyone could act, Erza charged forward, adorning her adamantium armor.

"Everyone get back!" She practically screamed over the panic.

"Erza you won't survive that!" Crusher yelled as he made his move. She had already set up her shield, in a bunker of a position as the blast came head-on.

Damon rushed for her as well, he couldn't let her take it head on.

Before either could reach her and assist in the defense of the huge beam, they were struck by high power Ki attacks. They were both sent back as Erza screamed out in struggle and pain from the beam making contact with her. Her armor strained under the pressure and eventually relented in the form of braking as she was flung back onto the ground. She'd blocked the attack, barely, but her body was burning, her hair singed, her eyes closed, her breathing slowing. She was at the least unconscious.

Damon could sense her Ki getting lowe,r he rushed as quickly as he could his body shaking from the fear swelling up inside of him. Not again!

He just wished it not to be again.

"The cannon will recharge soon fairies, and then we'll blast you all to smithereens. Last chance, hand her over, or you'll all die!" Damon kneeled down and took her body in his hands. Her breathing slowed as she coughed up blood. She was heavily injured. Damon was shaking, light tears formed in his eyes.

"Erza..." She needed medical attention, quick. "Guys, she's hurt. She needs help now!" He screamed.

As help rushed over, and members took her away, he could feel her Ki deplete, at least in his own mind. They rushed her away as her hand seemingly went limp. His eyes widened as a shadow cast over him.

He slowly stood, the wind blowing calmly. He bore his hate-filled eyes at the structure. The fucking bastards, he'd make them pay dearly.

"Another ten minutes!" The practical sing-song voice of Jose sounded. "Titania won't be the only one to fall!" A chord struck in Damon.

Crusher was helping others to their feet as he saw Damon just staring at the assaulting guild hall. Then he felt the eerie calm before the storm, as suddenly and violently the pressure sped up, and aura erupted around Damon.

"Screw your fucking cannon..." he said in a practically hushed voice. His eyes swelled with pain as slits formed once more. "Screw your fucking mission. You're just fucking trash that needs to disappear."

And in the other building, a smiling Cyrus could be seen. The power erupting from his fellow human was quite scary indeed. It looked like he was about to dish out payback.

"Wow!" Rikyu said next to his fellow guild member, "do you feel that?" Cyrus nodded solemnly. "It's making my blood boil for a fight. Is that Crusher?" He asked, still wanting to finish the interrupted fight.

"No. It's from the other Time Patroller." Rikyu kept his amazed face plastered to the rising storm.

"I'll show you a cannon!" He howled in anger as he charged up, his Ki skyrocketing and debris being blasted back heavily. Almost everyone took cover.

"Ooooeee, the new guy sure has some power!" Natsu yelled next to Gray, who had the same set of widened eyes.

His power continued growing as he placed his hands up high. He spread them out as well as his legs.

Vegeta, the one Saiyan besides Goku he could respect. He stood, covered with Sweat as the Saiyan sized him up, crossing his arms.

"Not bad for a human I suppose. Still, you're fairly weak, to say the least." Damon huffed as his power slowly recovered. Vegeta was right, he hated his weakness.

"And that Saiyan girl is just like me, we dislike the weak." Damon slowly rose his head. He bit his lip and could feel anger from Vegeta's arrogance. Even after mellowing out over the years, the Saiyan still held his air of superiority, but he was a good teacher, that much was true with flying colors.

"I just can't seem to advance...it pisses me off beyond end." Vegeta nodded in understanding.

"In the earlier days, when I first met Kakarot I felt the same way. Every time I felt as though I could surpass him I got nowhere. He was the superior Saiyan, while I was the trash even though it should've been the other way around. I felt useless next to him. He would keep soaring to new heights of power. And me, I would be the secondary Saiyan, the weaker of the last surviving of my kind." He turned his head down from his previous leer in the sky.

"I learned quickly though, that a strength of a Saiyan came with anger. Most power can come from Anger. While it can make you sloppy, sometimes the anger can do just the opposite. I'd imagine Goku told you never to let your anger control you." Damon nodded slowly, beginning to get at what he meant.

"Me though, I tell you to try something new." He let his arms fall to the side. "Dig deep inside of you, pull out everything that angers you. Your failures, your defeats, your shortcomings, let them all surface up." Damon could feel his emotions rising. Every name, every obliteration he faced in battle, his weakness whenever he was needed to be strong, the condescending nickname the patrollers gave him. "Embrace the pain and anger. And COME AT ME WITH ALL YOU'VE GOT!" Vegeta screamed the last bit as he charged forward, Damon felt a new sense of renewed vigor as he let his emotions take control. His power began to rise slowly.

"You're just a failure isn't that right?!" Vegeta screamed as he landed a gut punch and sent Damon flying, spittle flying out of his mouth. "A lowly human, no more than that!" Damon landed and looked up to see innumerable amounts of Ki blasts coming, and as he dodged, or attempted to, they etched their damage into the landscape of grassy plains and dirt-patches.

"You can't do anything right! Heh, you can't even be strong enough for the female." He hit a nerve. "The woman doing the saving, the protecting, while you're just a coward and a pathetic one at that. You don't deserve a mate of Saiyan heritage human." Damon felt his anger beginning to boil.

Vegeta came in for another punch, only for it to stop as Damon cupped his hand around Vegeta's, he was surprised, it was working. Vegeta only smiled maliciously though.

"Not enough." He laughed as a Ki-blast sent Damon back, but not nearly as far as the punch had previously.

"Heh, maybe I should bring her here and ask her why she hangs with you, low-life trash." Vegeta batted away punches by Damon, looking right through his attacks.

"Shut up..." Damon said lowly as Vegeta only continued his taunts.

"Maybe she hangs with you out of pity." Damon felt something tug on the inside. Something wishing to release. "Because you're just too weak and won't amount to anything. Maybe that's why she bothers with you, out of pity for your situation."

Vegeta could feel the Ki pick up. It certainly was working.

"Maybe I should bring her here afterward, and play around with her. You can watch of course after you're beaten to a bloody pulp." Damon wasn't strong enough. He continued to insult him, but now he threatened to do that!

"I HATE THIS!" He screamed as he felt his body tremble. It shook in the pleasure of anger. It felt its embrace as Damon accepted it with open arms. He didn't care, he wanted power.

"Good." Damon's body was transforming, losing the sense of itself. "Now, let's finish this." Vegeta cupped his arms in front, letting Ki begin to charge up.

Damon's seemingly lifeless body set himself up with his arms facing up high. His legs spread out, creating a seemingly star-pattern. Ki slowly charged up from his chest, flowing into his arms, now placed in front of him.

"Final!" Vegeta screamed as the Ki reached critical mass.

"Furious!" Damon also screamed in a deeper voice.

"FLASH!"

"CANNON!" Damon screamed as the blast left, traveling straight for the enemy guild. Airstreams paused as the immense blast first took off, with time seeming to slow as it finally flew true.

And within moments, it seemed it quickened as a boom resounded as it accelerated towards the target. The beam crashed right through the barrel of the Jupiter Cannon as if it was firing in reverse. Then, it blew up as spectacularly as it had done on the Fairies. But it didn't stop there as it traveled straight through, layering the explosions throughout the guild hall.

Damon lowered his arms as the seeming dark clouds above dissipated, as well as the air coming back to take over the area the beam had previously been.