Chapter 3 Red Faction - Savior's Grace
Moments ago, after the end of the last one-sided match, The Warden announced the next match up: Allebaba vs Rouge.
"Looks like its finally my turn." Rouge grinned. "Sorry Cu, looks like whatever you have left to say has to wait."
"No problem..." His partner Cu replied, looking a bit disappointed. "Just win and listen when you come back."
"Rouge, approach the main gate!" The guardsmen shouted at that moment.
"Like there's any doubt." Rouge replied with a smile, turning on his heel and heading off towards his next fight.
"Fight! Win big!" Basia shouted, throwing her arms in the air. "Rouge you got this!"
Rouge gave the wolf-girl a thumbs up.
He arrived in front of the main gate within short order, guardsmen slowly surrounding him as one particular Galactic Patrolmen approached.
"Ready scum?" His voice with clear distaste.
With a smirk, Rouge gave his answer.
"Ready as I'll ever be."
The Warden flipped his mic carelessly in the air, barely catching it every time while giving every appearance that he is bored.
It would be a few minutes still before the next round would start, and The Warden simply didn't like being idle if he could help it.
Like right now.
"Should be interesting though..." He muttered between throws, looking at the crowd off to his left. "Seeing what our only volunteer for the tournament can do."
Located on the upper half of the carved in stands, the fighter in question standing next to his client. The latter is some mid level mob boss with slick back, dreaded hair, rust colored skin, a square chin, and big black eyes.
The pair were talking, probably bout how his client expected him to win big and be worth his hourly rate or some equally trivial nonsense.
Warden flipped the mic one last time, catching it with a bit more care before twirling it several times in his hand.
"Lets see how a bodyguard from the Galactic Underground measures up against the worst the Galactic Patrol has to offer."
Several minutes later...
Rouge waited outside the pair of doors, rolling his shoulders at he finished the last of his warmup.
Outside, barely, he could hear The Warden hyping up the crowd. The results were obviously favorable given the rumbling Rouge could feel through the walls.
"Our first fighter for the 3rd round!" The MC of the GDT shouted. "A last minute entry to the roaster! A smuggler caught with his partner earlier today! Everything else is unknown about this fighter! Aside, might I add, that this duo of criminals were attempting to smuggle Type 5, yes F-I-V-E, materials to an unknown destination!"
"A mysterious man, the clear black horse of the tournament! With a power level rated at 10,500, though clearly capable of preforming feats well beyond this reading! GIVE IT UP FOR ROUGE!"
Rouge let out a sigh. It was hard to suppress his true power this much. Necessary to maintain his cover, yet a pain in the ass he already broke once.
Given the hint, he suspected The Warden knew he was hiding his true power.
Whatever.
He'd die if he try anything, being a corrupt cop and all.
Rouge matched out in step to the doors opening before him. The renegade smirked, placing his hands in his pockets as he walked along with the roar of the crowd at his back.
The Warden took a few moments to study this so called smuggler before raising his arm in the air.
"His opponent! Our only volunteer for the tournament! A bodyguard known throughout many circles of the Underground, a man who has an impressive track record with only 4 failures amongst hundreds of completed jobs!"
"A member of the mysterious Gin race! Which, for those that don't know, are extremely tricky to deal with!"
"With a power level of an even 8,000! Ladies and other scum of the GDT, I present to you: Aliebaba!"
A blue skinned humanoid with small, dark eyes, a thick, small beard of sorts on his chin, and the rest of his hair slicked back and rolling over his shoulders appeared behind the camouflaged doors and began his approach from the opposite side.
Aliebaba's face featured thick eyebrows and a chin that framed his lower jawline.
He wore a mix of black dress clothes and what appears to be native clothing from his people; gold arm bands, hoop rings, pointed shoes, and puffy black pants.
Aliebaba had all the appearance of a fatherly figure and serious businessman all in one.
He took his time, walking like he's out on a stroll before coming to stop about 20 feet from Rouge.
Aliebaba adjusted his tie, smiling at his foe.
"Greetings, my worthy opponent." He said, all business like. "Let's put on a good show for the crowd."
Rouge let out a single laugh. "Oh it'll be entertaining alright."
"Look at this folks!" The Warden cut in. "Such difference from two beings that aren't labeled Society's Refuse! That said, I don't think we can wait for much longer! Ready? Let the match begin! NOW KILL EACH OTHER!"
Rouge took a slow leap forward, landing within a foot of Aliebaba. The latter responded by immediately bringing up his guard: Two fists raised up in the air and legs spread like a boxing stance.
"Go ahead and start things off." Rouge said with a smirk. "First one is free."
"If you insist..." Aliebaba grunted out, throwing a right hook into his opponent's face. The blue man followed up with a left blow to Rouge's check, then an uppercut with his right and finished with a kick to the back of Rouge's left leg.
At that point, Aliebaba hopped back, somewhat surprised that none of his attacks caused so much as a flinch from his foe.
"Heh, four blows huh?" Rouge rolled his neck. "Not a bad combo, aimed at my face to stun then my leg to take me off balance. You certainly know the right way to end a fight fast with your fists."
"Comes with the job." Aliebaba replied, allowing a small smile. "Though coming across problems like you isn't uncommon either."
Rouge rolls his head. "And what do you do against trouble makers like me?"
Aliebaba opens his mouth to reply, then immediately pulls his left arm up to guard against Rouge's right swing. The bodyguard clenches his teeth, his left hand falling numb.
Rouge follows up with a left kick to the waist. Aliebaba barely manages to pull his right arm down to at least cushion the blow. The blue man winces, flying a few feet before landing on his feet.
His right arm bruised, some blood leaking out. The bodyguard grabbed his right arm with his left, moving the forward to see what still worked.
"You...You're hiding your true power aren't you?" Aliebaba asks, a serious look on his face.
Rouge shrugs as a reply.
"I've fought plenty of assassins rated at 10,000. You're blows are much stronger then theirs."
Once more, Rouge shrugs. This time closing his eyes. "Maybe those guy's weren't as strong as you thought."
Aliebaba shakes his head. "Deny all you want. I've been in this business long enough to know when someone his pulling their punches." He moved his hands and threw off his expensive suit in slow motion.
The blue man loosens his tie, revealing a leather strap similar to those used to carry concealed handguns on his left side. Only this one was smaller, and rectangular.
"Tell me, are you familiar with magic?" The bodyguard asks, pulling out a bronze flute from the carry-on. "Whether you have or not, you are in for a trip..."
Holding it with both hands, Aliebaba places the flute in his mouth and begins to play a set of slow, long notes. Ones that would set someone's mind at ease.
Rouge raised his eyebrow, unsure about what would happen next yet choosing to let it go on anyway.
The crowd around them seems to be responding to the music, many calming down from the hypnotic vibes of Aliebaba's flute music.
A few minutes passed before Rouge felt the first bit of doziness seep in.
"Ahhhh...You trying to *YAWN* make me fall asleep huh?" Rouge asked, moving his body around to stay awake. "Won't work as well as you think. Smart play though..."
Aliebaba couldn't reply of course, but he did respond by changing the song he was playing.
From slow to fast and upbeat. Despite this change, Rouge still felt drowsy.
Even the crowd above was still drifting between sleep and sleepy.
With the upbeat tone change came a new surprise. Cartoon figures ranging from light orange humanoids wearing turbans, puffy pants, and welding swords to giant yellow skinned buff boys in puffy pants with large, comical chins.
Throw in a few magic carpets, a handful of cartoon lions, and a few other creatures of various sizes and that's what suddenly appeared from thin air.
"Oh...an...army of minions on top...top of me being drowsy?" Rouge gave a sleepy smile. "Now...that's...the perfect...wake up work out..."
Aliebaba let out a snort, otherwise focusing on maintaining his music magic.
On command from the notes being played, the cartoon army advanced. Rouge dodged with all the grace of a drunkard the first few attacks before managing to deliver counters here and there.
The entire scene played out like your typical Saturday Morning Cartoons with all sorts of bizarre creatures attempting to due Rouge harm and the latter artfully dodging, countering, and overall looking like a damn fool throughout the whole ordeal.
Minutes of this spectacle played out in a seemingly never ending cycle until one particular moment.
A cartoon lion, supported by a ridiculous looking mammoth, pounced at Rouge from the front while a gang of sword wielding orange men accompanied by a yellow giant flanked from behind.
The renegade smiled wide, showing his teeth as he let out a simple heh.
Flashing his aura before concentrating his energy into an all round energy explosion, Rouge blew all the cartoon foes surrounding him away.
Maintaining his wide smile, Rouge tilted his head to the side while crouching down. "I'M AWAKE NOW BITCH!" He shouted, violently exploding forward and blowing other cartoon foes away with the back blast of his speed.
By the time it took to blink, Rouge, pulsing in his aura, stood before Aliebaba. The blue man managed raise his eyebrows in surprise before his foe swiped the flute from his hands. Rouge raised his arm, crushing the bronze flute with a simple clench of his fist.
"No more of this bullshit." Rouge smirked. "Not that I didn't enjoy fighting till my blood boiled to the point of fully waking me up, we got other things to do with our time you know?"
As he spoke, Aliebaba's magical cartoon army faded back into the void of which it came.
The bodyguard threw his head back, letting out a laugh.
"I never stood a chance did I?" He stated, sinking to his knees. "Fine. I accept my fate. Kill me."
Rouge raised an eyebrow, dissipating the aura around him. "You sure you wanna die on your knees?"
Aliebaba smiled, staring straight into his foes eyes. "It is fine, I have nothing left to throw against someone as strong as you. My last gift to you is to knee before your unquestioned superiority over me." He held his arms out to his sides. "Didn't you say you have other things to do? Why hesitate? End this."
Rouge smirked. "You know, I kinda like guys who face their death with dignity." He said, raising his hand to the blue bodyguard's face. "For what it's worth, this was fun while it lasted."
Aliebaba nodded. "Thank you."
"Hold." A deep voice said from nearby. Rouge and Aliebaba turned their heads, gazing upon the sight of Surge staring back with his arms crossed.
'How the hell did he sneak up on me?' Rouge thought as the criminal warlord approached the pair. He stared at Rouge the whole time, stopping nearly face to face and holding his ground for several minutes.
Both parties stood unflinching, with only Rouge blinking during the whole ordeal. Suddenly, Surge turned his head low towards Aliebaba.
"Bodyguard. How would you like a new job offer?" The criminal warlord asked, causing the blue man to blink several times in disbelief.
"R-really?" Was all the bodyguard could utter in reply.
Surge nodded, pointing a thumb high and behind. "Indeed. After all, it seems you are currently unemployed."
As if on que, a loud voice rang out yelling as hard as the owner could
"ALIEBABA, YOU GODDAMN FAILURE!" Aliebaba's employer shouted from the stands. "YOU COST ME A DAMN FORTUNE YOU BASTARD! I'M RUINED! YOU ARE FIRED YOU WORTHLESS HACK OF A BODYGUARD! DO YOU HEAR ME? FIRED!"
Aliebaba let out a chuckle. "Seems that I am." He rose to one knee. "We can talk details later, but for now I accept."
Surge allowed a small smile to form on his lips, extending his hand towards the blue man. The latter took it without hesitation and pulled himself to his feet.
The warlord took the bodyguard's hand and held it above their heads.
"LET IT BE KNOWN THAT I AM USING MY SPECIAL PRIVILEGE TO SPARE CONTESTANT ALIEBABA FROM THE RULES OF THIS TOURNAMENT AND HERBY RECRUIT HIM INTO MY EMPLOYMENT! ANYONE WHO DARES TO HARM THIS MAN WILL HAVE TO ANSWER TO ME, THUS I HAVE SPOKEN! NEEDLESS TO SAY, THIS MEANS THAT ROUGE WINS THIS MATCH AND MOVES ONTO THE NEXT ROUND!"
"There you have it folks!"The Warden cut in without missing a beat.
"The honor of the first being saved in the Galactic Death Tournament isn't even one of the prisoners we handpicked for you all today! That said, we now have proof that Surge will indeed save particular participants that catch his eye! Even losers can still win it seems!"
"Now, let us prepare the stage for the next battle! Oteela vs Marte! Place your bets as we aim to be back in the next 10 minutes!"
Surge turned his head to look at Rouge. "Good fight. Maybe next round you fight someone worth your true power."
Rouge smirked, turning on his heels and headed back to the hidden doors he arrived from. "I think it'll be a bit before someone like that comes along!" He answered.
Soon enough, the door opened revealing four guardsmen that quickly moved to secure the renegade soldier and escort him back to the waiting room/lockers from whence he came.
"Good fight! End too quickly though!" Basia stated the moment she approached her new best friend.
"Guy was too weak to really enjoy is all." Rouge replied, puffing out his chest. "Though that magic bit was interesting. Rare to fight someone who can use the stuff in combat."
"Yes, never fought Majjiiccc user before." Basia crossed her arms behind her head. "New fighting style, can be tricky!"
"That's why its exciting to experience new things Basia. You never know what will come your way and it makes you try extra hard to win the fight!" Rouge gave his new friend a wide smile. "Its one of the bits I really love bout battles, yeah know?"
"I same! I same!" Basia agreed, nodding her head up and down at an alarming speed. "Fighting fun! Very fun! Feel alive when battling!"
"Ahhh see Basia, I knew you and I were cut from the same cloth!" Rouge wrapped his arm around the she-wolf, pulling her close and messing with her hair with his free hand. "The two of us might as well be the same person or something hahaha."
"Yes! Rouge understand Basia Serigala very well!" She stated with a wide, teeth showing grin. "Only person other than Good Dog that gets me. We two peas in a pod!"
"Rouge...can I talk to you?" Cu cut it.
"Go for it." Rouge replied, turning his gaze to the purple humanoid.
"There's no easy way to say this...but I want you to focus-"
"There's my winner!" Miss Konto shouted from halfway across the room as she quickly closed in, Hiroha trailing behind from a safe distance with Seelo not far behind.
It took a minute for Rouge's sponsor to reach the group.
"I cannot tell you how enjoyable it has been taking all the money Aliebaba's former client bet! I have never seen a man grovel with tears running down his face in such a pathetic display to 'appeal to my better nature'. I only wish I recorded the whole ordeal." Miss Konto announced with a laugh.
"Rouge, darling, you made me so much money and gave me great entertainment in one move. If you survive this, I'd like to offer you a full time job as my personal fighter."
"I'll consider it, assuming we get through this whole death tournament." Rouge replied with a smirk.
Miss Konto took a few steps closer, standing as close as she could to her chosen fighter without pressing herself against him.
"Of course, in the meantime...would you perhaps...like a reward for your efforts?" Miss Konto said, tracing her finger across Rouge's chest.
Rouge tilted his head. "The 'adult fun' kind of reward, is it?"
Miss Konto replied with a seductive smile. 'Goddamn, even with all those badass scars she's smoking hot.'
Hiroha drew near during the latter half, catching the reward part of the conversation. He let out a laugh, smiling with his mouth open as he closed in.
"Careful bud, you don't know where that pussy's be-"
Whatever Hiroha had to say was silenced forever by Miss Konto's heel digging deep into his crouch. The cartel leader's eyes seemed to pop out of his skull as he grabbed his family jewels, soon collapsing in a hep on the floor.
"Myyy children!" Hiroha managed to say in a high pitched voice, tears running down his face. "Yooou killed my future children!"
"Like any woman will let you impregnate them unless you paid a small fortune, uncultured swine." Miss Konto soundly replied, placing her hands on her hips while giving her victim the coldest scowl Rouge had ever seen in his life.
Seelo "I...I concur that my former business partner fully deserved that retaliatory strike, need I remind you that Hiroha is currently my chosen fighter for this highly illegal and immoral tournament where many of my current assets are in jeopardy of being liquidated upon the poor preference he may conduct due to your harsh retaliatory strikes?"
"Oh?" Miss Konto took a stepping turn towards the slug man. "Does that mean you are willing to take the punishment on behalf of your prized fighter from this point forward?"
Seelo's slug eyes retracted close to his head. "I retract my previous statement."
"Fucking traitors, all of you!" Hiroha shouted, regaining part of his normal voice.
Rouge couldn't help but laugh. Basia still at his side offered a smile but otherwise didn't really understand what was happening.
Miss Konto turned back towards Rouge, giving the man a wink. "Now, about that reward?"
"I'm not about to say no to a badass, smoking hot babe like yourself." Rouge replied. "Where you plan on this going down thought? Doubt the guards will just let us do it in front of everyone...or maybe they're into that shit. Who knows?"
"Oh no worries there darling. There are plenty of secluded places in this room where one can afford plenty of privacy." Miss Konto smirked, raising an arm up to brush aside some loose hair. "Where do you think Grim Grops and Pumpkin have run off to?"
In fact, the pair disappeared halfway through Rouge's match. One could hear some rather...disturbing noises if you pass by one of the four separate bathrooms connected to this waiting room/gym. This disturbance would be the only hint granted to those whom don't dare explore further.
"Fair enough." Rouge said with a shrug. He turned his head to his fellow Red Faction comrade. "Sorry Cu, can I ask you to watch the next few fights and see if anyone is gonna be worth my time?" Rouge asked with a sly smirk. "I can't say I know how long this might take..."
"Sure..that's fine." Cu replied with a bit of annoyance.
Rouge blinked a few times before realizing what was getting at his partner.
"Ah, the universe just keeps getting in the way of whatever it is you wanna talk with me about eh? I'll give you my full attention when I get back, promise."
The Warden flipped the mic in his hands as he waited for his subordinates to finish bringing the next two fighters. All the while, the zealous man pondered what he suspected all along.
'Our smuggler friend is much more than meets the eye.' The former number 1 Galactic Patrolmen concluded. 'In an instant, just before the match ended, that fellow managed to raise his fighting power nearly 5 times in the blink of an eye.'
"And who's to say that's their limit?" The Warden thought aloud, catching the mic once more before changing it up and balanced the flat end on the back of his hand.
'If I were to guess...this Rouge could easily be as strong as...say 200,000. Maybe 300,000' The Warden smiled. 'Which would mean he and I would likely end up as the final pair to kill each other as the epic climax to this extravagant execution. I highly doubt that Devil Possessed will survive too much longer anyway, given how fast they burn through lifeforms.'
The Warden turned his gaze towards the crowd, picking up a species that avoided his attention up until now. A Mrago; creatures that each wore distinct masks, each tailored by the wearer to their unique tastes. The rest of their body were covered by straw wrapped around them in a cone like formation.
If one didn't know better, they would think the Mrago were a species of mask wearing, sentient straw people as its rare to see any body part of these tribesmen.
That said, it is commonly known that they can twist their heads at unnatural angles.
"Those info brokers don't know when to stick their nose out of things." Warden muttered, not entirely surprised that a Mrago showed up here. "Unwelcome pests trespassing on holy ground."
That was the thing about the Mrago, they showed up when you least expect it to record events that gained the attention of the collective of their species, and you would only see them when they want to be seen.
How these tribesmen found out about said events to begin with, even after all steps to keep it confidential were taken, no one but the Mrago know for sure.
Some theorized that they possessed the ability to see into the future. Others, given the natural talents of Mrago in many major fields, concluded that the Mrago have built a computer of sorts that can accurately predict when and where major, historical events or places worthy of recording for intel would take place.
It baffled the minds of many, as these secrets are some of the deepest guarded by the Mrago.
These tribesmen were in high demand for the vast amounts of services they specialize in, but selling intelligence would be their most demanded.
'Fine.' The Warden thought. 'Let the Mrago record this glorious event in history, as the turning point to the Galactic Patrol's resurrection into a just organization bent on delivering true justice.'
'Let those of future generations have an accurate account of this moment, when the cleansing of all evil truly began in earnest.'
Several minutes later...
"Alright ladies and scum of the Underworld, thank all for your patients!" The Warden spoke into his mic. "We are ready to start the 4th round of the Galactic Death Tournament! Are you ready?!"
The crowd roared and stomped their answer.
The Warden smiled. "That's the enthusiasm we're looking for! Introducing our next fighter!"
"A marauder wanted in 2 systems! A chance encounter with local Galactic Patrolmen ended her potential pirate carrier short! A brutish member of the Cyclops race!"
"Rated at a power level of 12,530, GIVE IT UP FOR OTEELAAAA!"
The hidden doors opened on the left, revealing the Cyclops known as Oteela.
She wore A black, short unzipped leather jacket that only covered from the chest up, a simple black, pull up bra, black, leather pants with chains wrapped around her legs, black fingerless gloves, spiked boots, and had a worn fur scarf loosely worn around her shoulders.
Her skin is a hot pink, her single eye a dark blue, and her hair shaped into a mohawk was a pinkish brown.
She walked like a punk, smirking as she approached the center of the arena.
"Her opponent!" The Warden yelled, waving his free arm towards the empty side of the room.
"A key member of the Bloodstars mercenaries! Responsible for several genocidal acts across 24 systems these infamous mercs are known for! A sudden betrayal resulted in why she's her today!"
"At a power level of 12,800! Introducing MARTEEEEE!"
The doors on the opposite side opened, revealing a oni humanoid-looking figure.
Marte wore a purple half-fur jacket with hot pants, a white tube top, and heavy duty boots with thick multilayered straps.
She had black stripped tattoos, most of which were simple tiger lines, featured on her face, neck, and upper chest just before her breasts. Her skin is colored olive (the brownish kind, not the green one), her eyes a bright yellow-red with red mascara around the outer sides of her eye lids, her hair a super pale blond (which is basically white but not quite)
Marte is a mongrel: A being with traits from multiple species mixed so diversely that they don't truly belong to any one race.
Both Marte and Oteela featured figures with abs, only with the latter having a more bulky built that would easily confuse other ignorant individuals into thinking she would be a guy.
Oteela stood taller, leading at a height of 7ft to Marte's 5' 5''. Oteela is considered short for a Cyclops.
The two female fighters stood about 12 feet from each other, Marte cracking her knuckles while Oteela rolled her neck.
"Ready to get your ass kicked, sister?" The latter said.
"Wouldn't bet on it, bitch." The forward replied.
"Fighters ready?" The Warden called out, both replied with an enthusiastic "YEAH". With a smirk and the downward chop of his free hand, The Warden started the match.
Without a second wasted, both Oteela and Marte rushed headfirst at each other.
The two locked arms with each other, trying to overpower each other. When that failed, the two tried to knee each other trading blow for blow.
After a few minutes of this stalemate, Marte pulled her head back and opened her mouth. Predicting what was coming, Oteela launched an eye beam in time to clash with the mouth blast her foe launched.
The force of this point blank blow pushed both fighters away.
"Not bad..." Oteela muttered, throwing her hands forward. She launched a purple colored energy valley at Marte, the latter of which ran clockwise around the arena.
This continued for the next few minutes, round and round in a circle growing closer and closer as Marte closed in, only stopping once Oteela broke off her attack. The Cyclops held her head, dizzy from the constant spinning.
Marte didn't waste the opportunity as she smashed her elbow into Oteela's eye.
"AHH YOU FUCKING BITCH!" The latter screamed, falling on her ass as her hands moved to cover her one eye.
"Not my fault you're an idiot!" Marte replied, stepping into Oteela's open legs and smashing hook after hook into the sides of Oteela's face.
With a yell, Oteela countered by capturing Marte by wrapping her legs around the latter's waist. The massive female pulled herself back, throwing her hands on the ground and flipped herself backward, throwing Marte into the ground headfirst.
Oteela released her hold, threw herself backward and onto her own feet. She turned her head back, looking at her foe on the floor.
"Ha, got what you deserve bitch."
Marte formed a smile on her face. "Is that so?" She replied with a chuck, throwing herself to her feet. "Guess you deserve this then!" She shouted, throwing sand at Oteela's eye.
The Cyclops rushed forward, avoiding the sand but opening her backside to her foe's next move.
Marte jumped forward, waving her left hand over her right, and an orange like aura surrounded that hand. It formed into a triangle like shape, easily allowing the mongrel's hand to piece the backside of Oteela.
She didn't strike anything vital of course, it wouldn't be fun to end the fight so soon.
Oteela stumbled forward, spinning around with a look of fury.
"ALRIGHT BITCH THAT DOES IT!" She shouted, firing off another eye beam at Marte. The latter raised her arms with a teeth flashing smirk. An orange, octagon shaped ki barrier quickly formed in front of her guard, blocking the attack resulting in a brief smoke cloud to from.
As Marte lowered her arms, Oteela's pink hand reached through the cloud and grabbed her face. The Cyclops lifted her foe off her feet, pulled her back, and slammed her face first into the ground. Oteela then picked Marte up by the collar of her jacket, slammed her forehead into her nose, kneed her in the crotch, then headbutted her again before letting the mongrel drop to the floor.
Oteela proceeded to kick the ever loving shit out of Marte's chest, face, and wherever else the furious Cyclops felt like hitting as she cursed with each blow.
Minutes passed as these blows continued, eventually a smile formed on Marte's face. Soon after, she started laughing to the bewildered fury of Oteela.
"What are you laughing about you fucking bi-AAAHHHHH!"
As Oteela spoke, Marte quickly rose her head and dug her teeth into the Cyclops's leg. Then, she formed two ki made drills atop the fangs in her mouth, digging further into the meat of her opponent's leg.
"YOU GODDAMN ANIMAL!" Oteela shouted, landing a blow on top of Marte's head. Only this blow seemingly didn't phase the latter. Oteela sent a second, then a third blow unto her unprotected skull and, like the first time, completely ignored these attacks.
As Oteela pulled her fist back for a fourth blow, Marte bit down harder into her leg. The drill ki fangs dug until Marte snapped her mouth as close to shut as she could, ripping a bit of flesh from Oteela's leg.
The Cyclops screamed, collapsing to the ground as she rolled back and forth cursing and shouting in pain.
Marte chewed the torn flesh for a moment before spitting it away. "Nice try." She stated with a wide grin, licking a bit of blood running beside her mouth. The mongrel took a few steps forward, raising her leg and bringing her boot down upon the side of Oteela's face.
Unrelentingly, Marte continued to stomp on her foe's face even as the Cyclops tried to roll away. The back, the front, the side, all were subjected to Marte's assault as she kept pace whenever Oteela tried to get away.
These kept up for a total of 9 minutes, stopping only a few moments after Oteela ceased any sign of movement.
Marte let out a sigh, coming down from her battle high. She stepped back, turning her head up to The Warden.
"Rules say we stop when our foe is unable to fight back right?" She asked pointing a finger at her foe's face, now swelling up with blood running free. "I say unconsciousness counts on that regard, right?"
The Warden let out his own slight sigh. 'I'd prefer it if you killed the bitch.' He mentally complained. Still, the show must go on.
"WE HAVE A WINNER!" The Warden yelled into his mic. "The 4th round goes to: MARTEEEE!" A roar of cheers and angered shouts replied as winners and losers of individual bets were revealed.
"This was a closer fight then the last 3, as we have our first victor with a bloody face!" The Warden replied. "A number of factors went into this one, experience to name one, but I think we can all agree that Oteela lost cause she is an idiot."
"And thus we conclude the first of four brackets in the Galactic Death Tournament! Next match and the start of the 2nd bracket: Bara Dulf vs Vashre!" A chorus of boos chimed out upon announcing the latter name.
The Warden shrugged, scum would always hate would be heroes after all.
"We will take a 30 minute intermission to mark the end of this bracket, so for those of you holding for that trip to the bathroom, now's a good time. See you all soon scum of the Underworld!"
During the time between the 3rd and 4th matches, Surge and Aliebaba made their way across Galactic Prison Prime, escorted by a pair of Galactic Patrol guardsmen.
Their destination, Surge's ship: A newly constructed dart shaped vessel easily able to accommodate up to 20 individuals. She is a fast ship, painted in red and black to match a theme Surge started to try out with his criminal empire over the last few months.
The Gin engaged in small talk with everyone. Surge of course only replying in grunts with their two escorts giving enough satisfactory replies that encouraged the blue man to continue babbling along.
It took till the end of the 4th match to finally reach the hanger with Surge's ship. The quartet casually approach the new spaceship, Aliebaba whistling in approval.
"That's a fine ship you got here."
"It's a gift." Surge replied.
Aliebaba smiled, raising an eyebrow out of curiosity. "A gift from who?"
"You'll find out soo-"
"ALIEBABA YOU SON OF A BITCH!" A yell from across the hanger cut in. "DO YOU THINK YOU CAN WALK AWAY AFTER WHAT YOU COST ME HUH?!"
Surge's party turned to face the very angry former client of Aliebaba, along with a trio of other thugs.
"What's this about?" Surge asked, turning his body fully around to face these foolish intruders.
"Isn't in obvious Surge?!" The rust humanoid shouted. "That Gin lost me a fortune! Now I'm gonna collect what's owed!"
"Didn't you hear me when I stated this man is under my protection?" The Warlord replied.
"What of it?!" The mid level underworld boss shouted, clearly lost his anger. "I said I'm going to ice that failure, and that's what I'm going to do! I don't care how many fools I have to kill along the way!"
On that que, the three thugs the rust skin brought charged forward, some pulling out weapons. The two GP guardsmen rushed to engage. With two of the thugs intercepted, the third ran straight towards Aliebaba.
The bodyguard raised his fists, smirking. Before he could through a punch, the thug charging him fell to the ground. Aliebaba blinked, lowering his fists as he approached the fallen thug. He placed two fingers upon the thug's neck, checking his pulse.
"He's dead..." Aliebaba muttered.
"As will all who cross me." Surge answered, walking past his new recruit. He continued forward, passing the fight between the guards and other thugs as he walked towards the rust skinned fool.
"Stay out of this Surge!" The latter shouted, pointing a finger at the approaching warlord. "I gave my word that he'd pay, and I intend to keep it!"
"What a coincidence," Surge raised his hand. "I too am someone who keeps his word."
A orange energy blast launched out of his open palm, consuming the rust skinned, mid-leveled crime boss. The latter managed to utter a single shout, then disintegrated into ash.
At the same time, the guardsmen at his back finished off the two thugs, killing them as well.
Surge spun around, walking back to his ship. Aliebaba followed once he passed, leaving the two guardsmen to clean up the mess.
The warlord lead the bodyguard into the ship and to a small communications room. A single holographic projector set in the middle, Surge walked over and pressed several buttons.
Within a moment, a muscular figure appeared dressed in PTO battle armor with a tree like symbol printed on the chest.
"Is this our first recruit?" The man asked, looking at Surge.
The criminal warlord nodded. "He's a Gin, and they can use magic. Figured he would be useful."
"Indeed..." The holographic man replied, turning to Aliebaba. "Greetings, and welcome. May I ask for your name?"
The bodyguard crossed his arms, smirking. "Aliebaba, professional bodyguard. How should I address you, my new client?"
"For the time being, you may address me as Appleton..." The man in the holograph replied. "There is much to go over, but we shall have time to dive over the details at a later date. We will wait for any other potential recruits to show over the next few days. We ask that you remain in this ship for the time being. If you are bored, you can watch the tournament on the monitors located in the guest cabins."
Appleton smiled as he spoke the last bit.
"Welcome, to the true Planet Trade Organization."
Power levels:
Rouge: 10,500 (suppressed) 50,000 ("woke")
Aliebaba: 8,000
Oteela: 12,530
Marte: 12,800
And thus ends a new entry to Dragon Ball Double S!
The 3rd and 4th rounds of the tournament are now completo! Woooow!
Shout out to TrashGohan for submitting Marte in my contest to help decide the fighters participating in this tournament!
Its fun in a way, to write more trick/gimmicky fights where at least one fighter has a particular trait. Take magic, a barely touch upon bit in Dragon Ball Universe aside from Babidi during the whole Majin Buu arc...and probably some of Dragon Ball but its been awhile so I don't remember that all clearly.
Also interesting to play around with Ki manipulations. You gotta admit, drill ki fangs are savage to deal with haha.
As I stated before, gonna try to keep two matches per entry for the time being. As such, we shall be starting the 2nd bracket next time where more contestant entries will be shown!
The 5th match of the Galactic Death Tournament is set to start! Will Surge use his privileges to save anyone else in the matches to come? Will Cu finally get a chance to talk with Rouge before his all but certain death? Does the arrival of a Mrago foretell of what is to come or is the GDT the peak of what caught that mysterious race's attention?
Find out the answers to these questions and more next time on Dragon Ball Double S!