Monty, the third kid to Robert, and also the twin to Marlowe, was
working out in his lab, outside his house. He stood much shorter than his
brother, who was six foot, and about the same height as his sister, five
foot six. He was quite scrawny compared to his siblings. He was stronger
than an average human- it was in his half-sayajin blood- but he was
extremely weak in the physical department compared to his fellow family
members. He had an aura of nerd surrounding him, so to speak. He has a
small case of acne, slightly messy albeit pretty short hair, and big
glasses covering his eyes, and always wore formal clothes unless he was
working on big machinery, like mechs.
"So, dad wants me to improve the Zett sword..." Monty mused at the craftsman-ship of the sword laid upon the table in front of him. It was a strange sword indeed. Modelled after the original which encased Old Kai so long ago, this one was more of a combat sword than it's predecessor, with a razor edge and glimmering laconium/gundanium blade, some of the strongest material in existence, "Bloody physical combat. There's no need for it, technology can produce much better weapons than a mere human body!"
Monty wasn't for the idea of physical combat at all, not that he was a pacifist. No, not at all. Much to the contrary, Monty was probably the most crazed fighters out of the lot. His massive intelligence fueled quite a bit of powerful magic potential, though his insanity from even the slightest drop of adrenaline running through his veins prevented him from ever achieving his full magic potential, due to lack of concentration in such events. However, he was a fighter to be feared when it came to guns and power suits, and even mechs.
"The Satan Slayer? Interesting name..." Monty pondered aloud, "I wonder why he would want a demon slayer blade? Maybe...? Nah, couldn't be."
Monty knew all to well the horrors of the Demon God, and was too smart to let the thought of his return elude him. Why else would his father want such a blade crafted? But the Demon God was dead, or so Monty thought.
"Now, let's take a look at these blueprints..." Monty opened a rolled up piece of paper.
The drawing that revealed itself as the blueprints unraveled was a deadly looking long, broad sword. Starting at the bottom, there was a medallion hanging off the end by a chain. The medallion sported a yin-yang symbol, and on the flip side of the circular medallion was a dragon. The handle of the sword was strange, made of a flexible outer coating that molded to the users hands, and a gundanium shaft running up the middle. Apparently, from what Monty could devise, this handle would provide a means of channeling the users ki throughout the sword, absorbed from the users body. The top of the handle also sported a major change. Now, on wither side, instead of just metal out on either side, their was an intricate design. On one side, metallic angel wings flowed outwards and down over the majority of the handle, and on the other side, a metallic ape jutted out.
"This is a symbol to the bond between my mom and dad... that's apparent. Dad is a sayajin and Mom is a Trivadian arch-angel." Monty stated the obvious to himself. The blade was in a league of it's own though. Still made of a laconium/gundanium hybrid metal, the blade was shaped different. Razor sharp one side, still, but on the other side was a jagged saw pattern. Most peculiar of all, though, was a spiraling pattern going up the middle of the sword from side to side.
"And that must be used to channel ki throughout the blade..." Monty finished looking over the blueprints, talking to himself, "All-right, lets get to work, and see what I can improve on here as well."
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Meanwhile, Robert was in his gravity room, training under extremely intense artificial gravity. Upwards towards one million times earth's gravity, but Robert kept on with his training routine as if he never even noticed it. It was but a breeze to him, training under gravity.
Sayajins were, of course, grand fighting machines, a race of fierce warriors that could be argues to be a little lower on the evolutionary chain than a human, what with the tail, but anyone who dared insult that was met with a fate they wished they hadn't. The last person who had called Robert a monkey had been embarrassed, physically and mentally, as Robert had challenged the said person to two competitions: a quiz and a sparring match. Needless to say, Robert being smart and strong beyond any human today, he slaughtered the guy in both competitions.
"This is a cinch. Let's kick this up a notch!" Robert laughed.
He went over to the flashing gravity machine within the dome-like training facility. He flicked a few buttons, and turned a few knobs. Suddenly, Robert felt a whole lot more weight on him as the gravity doubled.
"Much better. This may pose a little challenge now. Split-form!" Robert shouted.
As he finished those words, his body split into two separate entities, the true Robert, and a clone of him, each equally powerful. They lunged at each-other the second they both were ready, which was quite quick. Each of the entities threw an impressive amount of punches, while easily playing the defensive game too, with blocks. The real Robert slammed the clone with an elbow, rocketing him across the room at intense speeds into a wall. He ricocheted of it, leaving a massive dent in the wall, and landed on the ground- face first. Robert wasted no time though, he dashed at the clone, knowing he had a lot more in him yet. He reared up for a hard soccer kick, but never completed it, as the clone countered.
"KI BLADE!" The clone shouted, hopping to his feet quickly with his arm outwards.
Instantly, a ki blade, a good 4 and a half feet long, ignited upon the clones fist, made of pure, red ki energy. He swung the semi-transparent blade at Robert, who was completely caught by surprise. Just in time, though, Robert had stopped his previous attack in favor of something else. He ignited a counter to the ki blade, an energy shield, on his left arm, from the same source of power. He blocked the vertical axe swing above his head. However, the clone was persistent, and tried to force Robert's shield down upon him. Robert struggled against the clones pressure, but the blade was drawing a little nearer, his arm getting lower above his head. Robert formulated a plan, though. With his free hand, he slammed the clone in the gut, and as he bent down clenching it with one hand, Robert followed up with a kick straight into his face, vaulting him upwards into the roof of the training facility, where he stayed implanted
"You're beaten!" Robert shouted upwards, with a smirk.
He flew upwards at the clone- still stuck in the roof, and delivered one final blow, a hard punch to the head, which knocked the clone unconscious.
"Hmph...... Nothing can beat the original!" Robert praised himself with a little arrogance, something not normally seen in him.
The clones essence was absorbed back into Robert, completing him once again, as Robert floated to the floor slowly, and strode over to the gravity machine, completely shutting it off.
"That was a good workout!" Robert thought over what he'd done that day since he woke up- train, train, and train some more. It was now three in the afternoon, he'd been training since six this morning.
'Time for a snack!' Robert thought happily, and walked happily out of the training facility and back to his house...
"So, dad wants me to improve the Zett sword..." Monty mused at the craftsman-ship of the sword laid upon the table in front of him. It was a strange sword indeed. Modelled after the original which encased Old Kai so long ago, this one was more of a combat sword than it's predecessor, with a razor edge and glimmering laconium/gundanium blade, some of the strongest material in existence, "Bloody physical combat. There's no need for it, technology can produce much better weapons than a mere human body!"
Monty wasn't for the idea of physical combat at all, not that he was a pacifist. No, not at all. Much to the contrary, Monty was probably the most crazed fighters out of the lot. His massive intelligence fueled quite a bit of powerful magic potential, though his insanity from even the slightest drop of adrenaline running through his veins prevented him from ever achieving his full magic potential, due to lack of concentration in such events. However, he was a fighter to be feared when it came to guns and power suits, and even mechs.
"The Satan Slayer? Interesting name..." Monty pondered aloud, "I wonder why he would want a demon slayer blade? Maybe...? Nah, couldn't be."
Monty knew all to well the horrors of the Demon God, and was too smart to let the thought of his return elude him. Why else would his father want such a blade crafted? But the Demon God was dead, or so Monty thought.
"Now, let's take a look at these blueprints..." Monty opened a rolled up piece of paper.
The drawing that revealed itself as the blueprints unraveled was a deadly looking long, broad sword. Starting at the bottom, there was a medallion hanging off the end by a chain. The medallion sported a yin-yang symbol, and on the flip side of the circular medallion was a dragon. The handle of the sword was strange, made of a flexible outer coating that molded to the users hands, and a gundanium shaft running up the middle. Apparently, from what Monty could devise, this handle would provide a means of channeling the users ki throughout the sword, absorbed from the users body. The top of the handle also sported a major change. Now, on wither side, instead of just metal out on either side, their was an intricate design. On one side, metallic angel wings flowed outwards and down over the majority of the handle, and on the other side, a metallic ape jutted out.
"This is a symbol to the bond between my mom and dad... that's apparent. Dad is a sayajin and Mom is a Trivadian arch-angel." Monty stated the obvious to himself. The blade was in a league of it's own though. Still made of a laconium/gundanium hybrid metal, the blade was shaped different. Razor sharp one side, still, but on the other side was a jagged saw pattern. Most peculiar of all, though, was a spiraling pattern going up the middle of the sword from side to side.
"And that must be used to channel ki throughout the blade..." Monty finished looking over the blueprints, talking to himself, "All-right, lets get to work, and see what I can improve on here as well."
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Meanwhile, Robert was in his gravity room, training under extremely intense artificial gravity. Upwards towards one million times earth's gravity, but Robert kept on with his training routine as if he never even noticed it. It was but a breeze to him, training under gravity.
Sayajins were, of course, grand fighting machines, a race of fierce warriors that could be argues to be a little lower on the evolutionary chain than a human, what with the tail, but anyone who dared insult that was met with a fate they wished they hadn't. The last person who had called Robert a monkey had been embarrassed, physically and mentally, as Robert had challenged the said person to two competitions: a quiz and a sparring match. Needless to say, Robert being smart and strong beyond any human today, he slaughtered the guy in both competitions.
"This is a cinch. Let's kick this up a notch!" Robert laughed.
He went over to the flashing gravity machine within the dome-like training facility. He flicked a few buttons, and turned a few knobs. Suddenly, Robert felt a whole lot more weight on him as the gravity doubled.
"Much better. This may pose a little challenge now. Split-form!" Robert shouted.
As he finished those words, his body split into two separate entities, the true Robert, and a clone of him, each equally powerful. They lunged at each-other the second they both were ready, which was quite quick. Each of the entities threw an impressive amount of punches, while easily playing the defensive game too, with blocks. The real Robert slammed the clone with an elbow, rocketing him across the room at intense speeds into a wall. He ricocheted of it, leaving a massive dent in the wall, and landed on the ground- face first. Robert wasted no time though, he dashed at the clone, knowing he had a lot more in him yet. He reared up for a hard soccer kick, but never completed it, as the clone countered.
"KI BLADE!" The clone shouted, hopping to his feet quickly with his arm outwards.
Instantly, a ki blade, a good 4 and a half feet long, ignited upon the clones fist, made of pure, red ki energy. He swung the semi-transparent blade at Robert, who was completely caught by surprise. Just in time, though, Robert had stopped his previous attack in favor of something else. He ignited a counter to the ki blade, an energy shield, on his left arm, from the same source of power. He blocked the vertical axe swing above his head. However, the clone was persistent, and tried to force Robert's shield down upon him. Robert struggled against the clones pressure, but the blade was drawing a little nearer, his arm getting lower above his head. Robert formulated a plan, though. With his free hand, he slammed the clone in the gut, and as he bent down clenching it with one hand, Robert followed up with a kick straight into his face, vaulting him upwards into the roof of the training facility, where he stayed implanted
"You're beaten!" Robert shouted upwards, with a smirk.
He flew upwards at the clone- still stuck in the roof, and delivered one final blow, a hard punch to the head, which knocked the clone unconscious.
"Hmph...... Nothing can beat the original!" Robert praised himself with a little arrogance, something not normally seen in him.
The clones essence was absorbed back into Robert, completing him once again, as Robert floated to the floor slowly, and strode over to the gravity machine, completely shutting it off.
"That was a good workout!" Robert thought over what he'd done that day since he woke up- train, train, and train some more. It was now three in the afternoon, he'd been training since six this morning.
'Time for a snack!' Robert thought happily, and walked happily out of the training facility and back to his house...