The Battle Begins...

The four stood off in the middle of a wasteland, three against one. Leon and Shenron were the most eager to begin. Leon wanted to end this threat for good, and Shenron wanted to dominate everything. In the midst of the tension, Nebarid stepped forward.

"Let me get a crack at him. I want to see what he's made of." The young super saiyan stretched his arms and legs and got into an Olympic runner stance. "I hope your ready for this, otherwise it won't be very fun."

The mystic power only smirked and motioned a "come on" with his hand. The response was a sonic blast that pushed him away, digging into the ground with his feet. Next that came was a hard elbow to the chest. The problem was that he couldn't see where his opponent was coming from. Shenron dug into the contents of Soraxus's mind and instantly found out how to sense energy. He caught the leg that swung for his neck, then swung the speeder upward in a dragon throw.

Nebarid was a little shock at the sudden changed of events but, went with it to his advantage. He dashed straight down gathering momentum beyond terminal velocity and hammered his fists into his enemy's skull. The resulting shock wave, caused the ground to shatter in the immediate area and a nearby plateau to collapse, engulfing them in debris ad dust. He flipped away and got back into his stance. "How'd you like them apples?"

When the debris cleared, Shenron was still frozen from the moment of impact, but slowly looked up. He was still smirking. "Try harder" was all he said. The two simultaneously sprinted for the other and begun a high-speed trade of blows. Nebarid jumped over a backhand swipe and countered with a leg sweep. He tried to follow up with a punch to the ribs, but hit an afterimage. Shenron kicked him from behind and took to the air after him. \Nebarid flipped and rebounded in midair, and again clashed fist first into Shenron. Every time Shenron would try a heavy swing, he'd pass through an illusion, and take a hit from a random angle. This is a rare time where he had trouble keeping up.

Leon and Zuyoi stood at the same ground where they arrived, not having moved since then. They had let their auras die down and settle into the calm super saiyan state. Right now, they watched in tension as black and blue streaks crossed the sky above, and clash often with a shockwave that rocked the plains.

One thing in particular about this area was the shattered ground where Nebarid had engaged Shenron. How deep did this crevice go, with this much power in the combatants' output? One thing is for sure, there was heat escaping from below the surface. The fissure ran an even 35 miles under, far enough to dig into te outer mantle of the planet. That can't be a good sign. If this battle stretches for too long, it could end up a pile of space trash.

The blue and black streaks parted and the auras dispersed, leaving a clear view of Nebarid and Shenron, glaring eachother down, Nebarid with hate, and Shenron with a more neutral expression.

"I grow tired of your presense" Shenron put a hand forward and it glowed red. There was no aura about it. His hand just simply turned into a dim red light. It's like he wasn't even trying, yet so confident his attack would defeat Nebarid. "While I am impressed at your level of skill, you have no idea what power you toy with. I have so much untapped power you can't begin to fathom."

"Then, show me what you got" was the words you heard before Shenron set forth a red beam. Ir moved faster than Nebarid anticipated and slammed into his body. The saiyan began to send his power into his hands and attempt to force the blast back. He pushed wih alot of power, but there was no way he'd send it flying back. All that was left was the sound of dispersing energy, and the red light shot upward and ino the upper atmosphere. He stood and accounted for the burns that appeared on his hands and chest, then grinned. "Now it's my turn."

Nebarid stood in the air and concentrated. After a moment, he let out a grunt that slowly elevated into a war cry. The blue aura exploded around him, gold lightning lashing out in every direction, one shooting out and blowing away a plateu. With an effort, all the outward energy shrunk and condensed into his hands, which were in front of his chest in a Big Tree Cannon fashion. "Sniper Shot!"