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06.29.34
1413 Hours
Polaris, Aphea System
Resa was the only one to approach him. She ran up to him and wrapped her arms around his massive frame. He did the same to her. Her eyes were still filled with tears, their trails clearly visible on her pale skin.
"I...I..." she stammered.
"It's okay..."
After a few moments they disentangled and faced each other.
"Wha- what happened to your eyes? Your hair?" she inquired with wonder.
"I'm at the next level. I guess this is what happens. But, it's so weird, I feel completely normal. I remember you telling me how pumped you feel when you go Super Sayjin, but I feel like just plain old me."
"When... How did this happen?" she asked.
"It's a long story. I'll tell it to you later." he promised. "Here comes the dean. He's gonna want me to explain some things to him, like why I beat his prize student into the ground."
The dean was a Thrakan named Barta. He was unusually tall, even for a Thrakan. He stood at an impressive seven feet, with large, black eyes that bore holes into you if you stared at them long enough. Traditionally, the dean was the strongest fighter in the Coalition. Barta was no exception.
Every five years, a competition is held to see who the dean will be. All contestants must pass a certain number of intellectual tests before moving on to the tournament which decides the deanship. The dean who is in power at the time of the tournament fights the opponents one at a time until they are all defeated, or he/she loses. Loss is determined by unconsciousness. The current dean is given a period of rest before each fight in order to make things fair. The winner becomes the dean for five years, and the position can be held for an unlimited number of terms as long as he/she keeps winning. Only the strongest were allowed to train the students in the Academy.
It is traditional for the dean to select a prize pupil whom he personally trains and directs. Barta's pupil was Danja. If the dean's apprentice is defeated in fair combat, he dean must either accept the victor as his new pupil, or fight the victor to restore his student's honor. Barta didn't like humans.
"Hello, sir," said Sabre
"What is going on here?" asked the agitated Thrakan
"I, uh, that is sir, I beat Danja, sir."
"You? Ha! Likely story. Tell me who really beat my prize student."
"Uh, it was me, sir," Sabre reiterated.
"Are you lying to me human?" Danja's eyes narrowed.
"No, sir, I beat him in a fair fight. Ask anyone here."
"He really did, sir! You should have seen him he..." Sabre's shot a glance at Resa that cut off her interjection.
"You're telling me, that you, a human, beat the strongest fighter in this school?" asked Barta incredulously.
"Yes, sir, I am."
The dean looked around. All the students in the arena seemed to be in a mute state of shock, disbelieving what their senses had registered. The looks on their faces was all the proof Sabre needed to validate his story.
"Well, boy, I am going to be honest with you. I don't want you as my new protégé because you are a human. I don't like you humans. You're small, stupid, erratic, and funny-looking. Once I beat you I am going to reinstate Danja."
Normally, Sabre would have backed down from the dean. But that was then, this was now. He had a newfound confidence that came with his new power, and he knew he didn't have to take crap from the dean. It was an unwritten rule in the academy and the Coalition that you didn't have to take another person's disrespect if you were stronger than them. This attitude was most likely derived from the Sayjins. They had rubbed off a lot on the other races.
"Well, sir," Sabre's voice inflected with sarcasm. "I suppose that would be what you would do if you could beat me, but it's not going to happen."
"Insolent human, you will pay for your affront," snarled Barta.
"Bring it on."
That was the last straw. Barta shot to the top of the arena and announced the fight that was about to take place. All the students below except Resa and Danja moved to the sides of the building. Resa stayed in place in order to shield the unconscious Danja from any stray blasts, and also to get a better look at Sabre. She was experiencing a torrent of emotions at once; fear, love, wonder, resentment, and joy all ran through her at once. The resentment came from her Sayjin pride in that the human had surpassed her. The rest of her emotions stemmed from her love of that man who now seemed more complete than he had before. But she still had her doubts, as did the rest of the warriors, as to his ability to compete with the dean himself. He was definitely strong, but there was no way he could be that strong.
Sabre floated up to meet his opponent. No words were exchanged, but the deans eyes spoke murder and all sorts of profane words. Sabre just kept a cocky smile on his face. Barta began his power-up. He extended his arms to the sides of his body and held them there, closing his eyes and gathering the necessary energy to hyperdyne. His skin pigment began to alternate between dark and bright red. The dean then shot his arms directly in front of him, then pulled them into his sides. He let out a roar as his muscles grew even larger than their normally massive proportions and his skin shone a bright red. His pulsating red eyes were downright scary.
He was much stronger than Danja, Sabre felt, and the scouters reported this, reading his power level at 295,743,902. He knew this wouldn't be much different than his fight with Danja if he wanted it to be, but he decided he needed to teach the dean a lesson.
"My turn?" Sabre asked.
After getting the glare he knew he'd get, Sabre started his power-up. As before, he decided to take his time. He didn't do anything fancy; he simply hovered in the air, and raised his power gradually. The power building within him seemed familiar, even though he had only done it three times before. While powering up he decided two things: one, he needed a name for his new powered up state, and two, he had to destroy the arena scouters in order to make the fight fun. If Barta knew what his power level really was, he'd probably be paralyzed with fear, and that wouldn't be any fun. The second order of business he took care of just before he transformed. The scouters read him at 200,246,721 when he shot off multiple ki blasts to neutralize the devices. The blasts left arcing trails as they raced with precision to their inanimate targets. Barta sensed what the human was doing and did not take any defensive measures, although he wondered what the hell the boy was up to.
"Now this is where things get fun." Sabre taunted.
Then something happened that the human hadn't planed. One of his blasts had sent a rather large feedback wave through the power system. It shorted out the lights in the arena, and it became dark as night within the building. The scene to the spectators below was frightening and fascinating at the same time. When the power went out, the only sources of light were the two combatant's flaring ki. Barta's glowing energy pulsated an eerie red, outlining his body in a subdued radiance. His eyes were that of a devil's glowing a bloody red, narrowed in rage.
Neither combatant moved when the lights went out. The darkness had no effect because the second one moved the other would have felt it. Sabre still hadn't powered up very much yet, and his ki was a rather dull white and it surrounded him like a sphere. As Sabre began to push himself to the next level, the arena took full notice of his awesome transformation.
It started with his hair. It was just a flickering at first, the white was dancing along his hairline, hinting at the power yet to be released. His blue eyes began to fade; he felt his muscles involuntarily tense up, ready to explode. He wanted the transformation to go slowly, even if it burned up some of his energy. (Not that it mattered, mind you. He could have taken all year and the result would be negligible) As he clenched his fists, bolts of azure electricity shot up all around them, crawling over his forearms. His short hair was now visibly alternating between brown and white, being blown up and around by the energy radiating from his body. His eyebrows settled at a brilliant white, and his eyes were now totally gone, being replaced with glowing energy.
Sabre let some of his built up energy vent, and as he did this his muscles bulged and his hair flashed a blinding white. The bolts of energy that were at his forearms now covered the entirety of his body, casting a terrifying shadow on the arena wall. Sabre once again felt himself relax as his body adjusted to the power flowing through it, and as he did so, he let up his control some and allowed his body to be enveloped in a burst of blinding white ki his body generated.
The blast sent a shockwave that shook the arena's foundation, knocking some of the spectators below off balance. A vacuum now surrounded his body, his energy destroying the air around him as a result of its intensity. Being at the bare bottom of his transformed state, Sabre figured he'd warm up a bit before letting lose.
"Are you ready now, human? Don't think your fancy light show impressed me. I will defeat you," Barta assured him.
"I'm gonna beat you like an unwanted pack mule," Sabre retorted. (That was the expression his father used if he didn't clean up his room)
The Thrakan's energy flared, signaling he was going to attack, his pulsating red body barely illuminating the darkness.
"Wow, he really does kinda look scary," Sabre thought to himself, even though he had not a trace of fear in his being.
Barta lunged at him straight on, sending a right hand punch directly at Sabre's face which was smacked away. He then sent a kick towards his torso that connected with nothing but air and threw a left-handed uppercut that Sabre allowed to connect. He had to allow his body to relax to let the blow move him a few feet back in the air. The dean shot behind him and elbowed him in the back, knocking him a few more yards forward. Sabre easily recovered and met the Barta's attack head on. He was sending punches and kicks at an unbelievable speed toward Sabre's body, all of which the human lazily deflected. He then slowed down considerably, feigning fatigue, and allowed the dean to think he was pummeling his body. After numerous repeated blows to the gut, he began an intentionally sloppy counterattack of his own, allowing the dean to grasp both his hands. As he did this, Sabre broke his grip and drove his knee into the dean's gut.
Barta's concentration was broken when the blow connected, sending five kinds of pain throughout his body. At that instant he knew he was in trouble, for no one had ever hurt him this bad before. He felt the true power that the boy was hiding, and that thought alone made it hurt all the more. He realized that the human had reached a new level, and that he was a fool for allowing his ego to blind his senses. The blow drove him forward, placing his head level with Sabre's.
"This is going to hurt, bad." the human warned the incapacitated Thrakan.
Sabre began to pummel the dean's body, sending blow after bone-crunching blow that released shockwaves of compressed air into the deans head and torso.
Sabre then grabbed the dean by his glowing hair and tossed him high into the air as if he was a mere doll. Sabre shot above him, leaving a pure white trail of energy arcing along the path he was taking. He stopped directly above the dean, brought his arms above his head. When he brought them down, a massive, yet relatively weak blast hit Barta, enveloping him and driving his battered form to the ground.
The dean was visible through the white ki blast and his body was spread open, arms and legs akimbo within the maelstrom of power. His clothing began to disintegrate in the blast, sending tatters of it to be atomized. He was driven a good four feet into the ground by the blast, a crater surrounding him. Sabre floated high above, his body illuminated with indescribable power. The electricity that was on his body began to move more rapidly, and his ki flared even brighter as he sent a barrage of powerful energy blasts to the dean's body. Each spectator watched the blasts move as if in slow motion, watching their curving trails, seeing the beams cross each other's paths. As they hit in a repeating pattern at regular intervals, Barta's body was lifted clear of the ground, helplessly being tossed about by the power being released on and around him. When the first blast hit, the dean's world became black.
After a few moments Sabre stopped his barrage and brought his arms out in front of him. He clasped one hand behind the other (think CPR) and began to charge up an attack. This was Sabre's most powerful technique, another which he had yet to name, but he reduced the amount of energy he put into it dramatically in order not to kill the dean. Small spheres of ki began to dance in front of his hands, eventually being drawn to the confluence of energy in the palm of his hand. The electricity that was crawling on his body now centered along his forearms and hands, changing from white to a bright blue. His flaring ki surrounding his body was at an all-time brilliance, his muscles and veins bulging. His eye sockets overflowed with the energy his eyes had become, dripping it out into the wind being stirred up by his power, forming streaks of white beside his head.
Sabre, feeling that he had gathered just enough energy, wordlessly released the blast. His body was driven up slightly by the energy. The blast flared out about two feet on either side of his had, increasing its width to about four and a half feet. The beam, now a bright, blue-white, rocketed to the point in space from which Barta's body was descending. When it him, the arena's fifteen foot reinforced plasteel doors exploded outward, sending them outside with tremendous speed. The blast drove everyone to the ground, the spectators being unable to shield their bodies from such an intense explosion. The dean's already beaten and battered form was once again driven into a crater in the ground, except this time held in place by the energy.
Once he hit, the energy seemed to pass through him, then dissipate. Suddenly the ground below the dean was rocked with the backwash of the blast, crumbling it below him and knocking him back into the air, this time with enough force to reach Sabre's altitude.
As the unconscious body came to eye level with the human, he eyed its shattered form with pity. The body began to descend rapidly, but Sabre gently caught it before it hit the ground. He felt the Thrakan's body would give out if it took any more punishment. Somehow, he thought it ironic that the two strongest fighters in the coalition were both beaten by a 'mere' human. He picked up the two fallen warriors, one in each hand, and carried them over to the tattered aid tent in the corner. Sabre laid them down on the cots and hooked them up to the med stations. Their vitals were weak, but they would pull live.
Once he turned around, he realized he may have over done it. The arena, normally covered with a lush green grass floor, looked liked the surface of a dead, moon. Large craters created by stray blasts litter the floor. The blast doors were completely torn from their hinges, and the arena walls were cracked and buckling in numerous places. The large rocks that were used for cover in training exercises were either cracked in two or turned to pebbles. Sabre realized that the only illumination in the arena was coming from himself and the dim emergency lights, most of which were non-functional. A side of effect of his new powers must be enhanced vision because he could see everything plain as day.
He became acutely aware of the fear that was in the building. Most of the fighters had recovered from the impact of the last attack, and were afraid to move. Everyone was transfixed upon the glowing white body. Resa, who said nothing as Sabre picked up Danja's body, had a look of wonder and fear on her face.
"It can't help that it's dark in here," he thought.
To assuage their fears, he sent multiple glowing balls of ki around the arena, almost lighting it up as it had been before. Sabre could see the fear in their eyes, and now felt embarrassed.
"Uh, hi guys," he said timidly, "long time no see. I, uh, I guess I've changed a bit." he raised his hands in a gesture of peace, but that just caused everyone to flinch.
The silence in the arena was deafening. Finally, one voice broke the tension.
"Is it really you?" It was Resa's voice.
He turned to where the voice was coming from and saw her timidly approaching him. She looked like she had been in a fight, even though today he had been the only one to battle. Her armor was cracked in numerous points, and her muscular shoulder was exposed where it had been completely destroyed. It was bleeding pretty heavily, due to a piece of armor lodged in it. Her body must have taken a beating when she was protecting Danja from his blasts.
"You've changed... I mean, I thought you got stronger before... but not this much..." her voice trailed off.
"Yeah... but I'm still the same on the inside." he used the same words as she did when she went SSJ for the first time.
"Now what do I do now? I kinda realized that I over did it a little. How am I going to explain this," he gestured to the devastated arena, "but more importantly, to whom?"
Normally, an event like this was reported to the dean, and then appropriate action was taken. But now, with the dean out of the picture, who was he to report to?
"I, I don't know... How?" Those were the only words she could muster before she collapsed on the ground.
Sabre picked her up and began to head towards the exit. He was going to go collect his thoughts and talk with Resa for a little before the dean awoke. Just before he exited into the night he spoke.
"Tell the dean I stepped out for awhile. You guys will be able to find me. I don't know what to do, but I want to talk with Resa for a bit." He started to turn again, but stopped. Remembering an old earth saying he picked up from an old movie he spoke the infamous words in a funny accent,
"I'll be back."
06.29.34
1413 Hours
Polaris, Aphea System
Resa was the only one to approach him. She ran up to him and wrapped her arms around his massive frame. He did the same to her. Her eyes were still filled with tears, their trails clearly visible on her pale skin.
"I...I..." she stammered.
"It's okay..."
After a few moments they disentangled and faced each other.
"Wha- what happened to your eyes? Your hair?" she inquired with wonder.
"I'm at the next level. I guess this is what happens. But, it's so weird, I feel completely normal. I remember you telling me how pumped you feel when you go Super Sayjin, but I feel like just plain old me."
"When... How did this happen?" she asked.
"It's a long story. I'll tell it to you later." he promised. "Here comes the dean. He's gonna want me to explain some things to him, like why I beat his prize student into the ground."
The dean was a Thrakan named Barta. He was unusually tall, even for a Thrakan. He stood at an impressive seven feet, with large, black eyes that bore holes into you if you stared at them long enough. Traditionally, the dean was the strongest fighter in the Coalition. Barta was no exception.
Every five years, a competition is held to see who the dean will be. All contestants must pass a certain number of intellectual tests before moving on to the tournament which decides the deanship. The dean who is in power at the time of the tournament fights the opponents one at a time until they are all defeated, or he/she loses. Loss is determined by unconsciousness. The current dean is given a period of rest before each fight in order to make things fair. The winner becomes the dean for five years, and the position can be held for an unlimited number of terms as long as he/she keeps winning. Only the strongest were allowed to train the students in the Academy.
It is traditional for the dean to select a prize pupil whom he personally trains and directs. Barta's pupil was Danja. If the dean's apprentice is defeated in fair combat, he dean must either accept the victor as his new pupil, or fight the victor to restore his student's honor. Barta didn't like humans.
"Hello, sir," said Sabre
"What is going on here?" asked the agitated Thrakan
"I, uh, that is sir, I beat Danja, sir."
"You? Ha! Likely story. Tell me who really beat my prize student."
"Uh, it was me, sir," Sabre reiterated.
"Are you lying to me human?" Danja's eyes narrowed.
"No, sir, I beat him in a fair fight. Ask anyone here."
"He really did, sir! You should have seen him he..." Sabre's shot a glance at Resa that cut off her interjection.
"You're telling me, that you, a human, beat the strongest fighter in this school?" asked Barta incredulously.
"Yes, sir, I am."
The dean looked around. All the students in the arena seemed to be in a mute state of shock, disbelieving what their senses had registered. The looks on their faces was all the proof Sabre needed to validate his story.
"Well, boy, I am going to be honest with you. I don't want you as my new protégé because you are a human. I don't like you humans. You're small, stupid, erratic, and funny-looking. Once I beat you I am going to reinstate Danja."
Normally, Sabre would have backed down from the dean. But that was then, this was now. He had a newfound confidence that came with his new power, and he knew he didn't have to take crap from the dean. It was an unwritten rule in the academy and the Coalition that you didn't have to take another person's disrespect if you were stronger than them. This attitude was most likely derived from the Sayjins. They had rubbed off a lot on the other races.
"Well, sir," Sabre's voice inflected with sarcasm. "I suppose that would be what you would do if you could beat me, but it's not going to happen."
"Insolent human, you will pay for your affront," snarled Barta.
"Bring it on."
That was the last straw. Barta shot to the top of the arena and announced the fight that was about to take place. All the students below except Resa and Danja moved to the sides of the building. Resa stayed in place in order to shield the unconscious Danja from any stray blasts, and also to get a better look at Sabre. She was experiencing a torrent of emotions at once; fear, love, wonder, resentment, and joy all ran through her at once. The resentment came from her Sayjin pride in that the human had surpassed her. The rest of her emotions stemmed from her love of that man who now seemed more complete than he had before. But she still had her doubts, as did the rest of the warriors, as to his ability to compete with the dean himself. He was definitely strong, but there was no way he could be that strong.
Sabre floated up to meet his opponent. No words were exchanged, but the deans eyes spoke murder and all sorts of profane words. Sabre just kept a cocky smile on his face. Barta began his power-up. He extended his arms to the sides of his body and held them there, closing his eyes and gathering the necessary energy to hyperdyne. His skin pigment began to alternate between dark and bright red. The dean then shot his arms directly in front of him, then pulled them into his sides. He let out a roar as his muscles grew even larger than their normally massive proportions and his skin shone a bright red. His pulsating red eyes were downright scary.
He was much stronger than Danja, Sabre felt, and the scouters reported this, reading his power level at 295,743,902. He knew this wouldn't be much different than his fight with Danja if he wanted it to be, but he decided he needed to teach the dean a lesson.
"My turn?" Sabre asked.
After getting the glare he knew he'd get, Sabre started his power-up. As before, he decided to take his time. He didn't do anything fancy; he simply hovered in the air, and raised his power gradually. The power building within him seemed familiar, even though he had only done it three times before. While powering up he decided two things: one, he needed a name for his new powered up state, and two, he had to destroy the arena scouters in order to make the fight fun. If Barta knew what his power level really was, he'd probably be paralyzed with fear, and that wouldn't be any fun. The second order of business he took care of just before he transformed. The scouters read him at 200,246,721 when he shot off multiple ki blasts to neutralize the devices. The blasts left arcing trails as they raced with precision to their inanimate targets. Barta sensed what the human was doing and did not take any defensive measures, although he wondered what the hell the boy was up to.
"Now this is where things get fun." Sabre taunted.
Then something happened that the human hadn't planed. One of his blasts had sent a rather large feedback wave through the power system. It shorted out the lights in the arena, and it became dark as night within the building. The scene to the spectators below was frightening and fascinating at the same time. When the power went out, the only sources of light were the two combatant's flaring ki. Barta's glowing energy pulsated an eerie red, outlining his body in a subdued radiance. His eyes were that of a devil's glowing a bloody red, narrowed in rage.
Neither combatant moved when the lights went out. The darkness had no effect because the second one moved the other would have felt it. Sabre still hadn't powered up very much yet, and his ki was a rather dull white and it surrounded him like a sphere. As Sabre began to push himself to the next level, the arena took full notice of his awesome transformation.
It started with his hair. It was just a flickering at first, the white was dancing along his hairline, hinting at the power yet to be released. His blue eyes began to fade; he felt his muscles involuntarily tense up, ready to explode. He wanted the transformation to go slowly, even if it burned up some of his energy. (Not that it mattered, mind you. He could have taken all year and the result would be negligible) As he clenched his fists, bolts of azure electricity shot up all around them, crawling over his forearms. His short hair was now visibly alternating between brown and white, being blown up and around by the energy radiating from his body. His eyebrows settled at a brilliant white, and his eyes were now totally gone, being replaced with glowing energy.
Sabre let some of his built up energy vent, and as he did this his muscles bulged and his hair flashed a blinding white. The bolts of energy that were at his forearms now covered the entirety of his body, casting a terrifying shadow on the arena wall. Sabre once again felt himself relax as his body adjusted to the power flowing through it, and as he did so, he let up his control some and allowed his body to be enveloped in a burst of blinding white ki his body generated.
The blast sent a shockwave that shook the arena's foundation, knocking some of the spectators below off balance. A vacuum now surrounded his body, his energy destroying the air around him as a result of its intensity. Being at the bare bottom of his transformed state, Sabre figured he'd warm up a bit before letting lose.
"Are you ready now, human? Don't think your fancy light show impressed me. I will defeat you," Barta assured him.
"I'm gonna beat you like an unwanted pack mule," Sabre retorted. (That was the expression his father used if he didn't clean up his room)
The Thrakan's energy flared, signaling he was going to attack, his pulsating red body barely illuminating the darkness.
"Wow, he really does kinda look scary," Sabre thought to himself, even though he had not a trace of fear in his being.
Barta lunged at him straight on, sending a right hand punch directly at Sabre's face which was smacked away. He then sent a kick towards his torso that connected with nothing but air and threw a left-handed uppercut that Sabre allowed to connect. He had to allow his body to relax to let the blow move him a few feet back in the air. The dean shot behind him and elbowed him in the back, knocking him a few more yards forward. Sabre easily recovered and met the Barta's attack head on. He was sending punches and kicks at an unbelievable speed toward Sabre's body, all of which the human lazily deflected. He then slowed down considerably, feigning fatigue, and allowed the dean to think he was pummeling his body. After numerous repeated blows to the gut, he began an intentionally sloppy counterattack of his own, allowing the dean to grasp both his hands. As he did this, Sabre broke his grip and drove his knee into the dean's gut.
Barta's concentration was broken when the blow connected, sending five kinds of pain throughout his body. At that instant he knew he was in trouble, for no one had ever hurt him this bad before. He felt the true power that the boy was hiding, and that thought alone made it hurt all the more. He realized that the human had reached a new level, and that he was a fool for allowing his ego to blind his senses. The blow drove him forward, placing his head level with Sabre's.
"This is going to hurt, bad." the human warned the incapacitated Thrakan.
Sabre began to pummel the dean's body, sending blow after bone-crunching blow that released shockwaves of compressed air into the deans head and torso.
Sabre then grabbed the dean by his glowing hair and tossed him high into the air as if he was a mere doll. Sabre shot above him, leaving a pure white trail of energy arcing along the path he was taking. He stopped directly above the dean, brought his arms above his head. When he brought them down, a massive, yet relatively weak blast hit Barta, enveloping him and driving his battered form to the ground.
The dean was visible through the white ki blast and his body was spread open, arms and legs akimbo within the maelstrom of power. His clothing began to disintegrate in the blast, sending tatters of it to be atomized. He was driven a good four feet into the ground by the blast, a crater surrounding him. Sabre floated high above, his body illuminated with indescribable power. The electricity that was on his body began to move more rapidly, and his ki flared even brighter as he sent a barrage of powerful energy blasts to the dean's body. Each spectator watched the blasts move as if in slow motion, watching their curving trails, seeing the beams cross each other's paths. As they hit in a repeating pattern at regular intervals, Barta's body was lifted clear of the ground, helplessly being tossed about by the power being released on and around him. When the first blast hit, the dean's world became black.
After a few moments Sabre stopped his barrage and brought his arms out in front of him. He clasped one hand behind the other (think CPR) and began to charge up an attack. This was Sabre's most powerful technique, another which he had yet to name, but he reduced the amount of energy he put into it dramatically in order not to kill the dean. Small spheres of ki began to dance in front of his hands, eventually being drawn to the confluence of energy in the palm of his hand. The electricity that was crawling on his body now centered along his forearms and hands, changing from white to a bright blue. His flaring ki surrounding his body was at an all-time brilliance, his muscles and veins bulging. His eye sockets overflowed with the energy his eyes had become, dripping it out into the wind being stirred up by his power, forming streaks of white beside his head.
Sabre, feeling that he had gathered just enough energy, wordlessly released the blast. His body was driven up slightly by the energy. The blast flared out about two feet on either side of his had, increasing its width to about four and a half feet. The beam, now a bright, blue-white, rocketed to the point in space from which Barta's body was descending. When it him, the arena's fifteen foot reinforced plasteel doors exploded outward, sending them outside with tremendous speed. The blast drove everyone to the ground, the spectators being unable to shield their bodies from such an intense explosion. The dean's already beaten and battered form was once again driven into a crater in the ground, except this time held in place by the energy.
Once he hit, the energy seemed to pass through him, then dissipate. Suddenly the ground below the dean was rocked with the backwash of the blast, crumbling it below him and knocking him back into the air, this time with enough force to reach Sabre's altitude.
As the unconscious body came to eye level with the human, he eyed its shattered form with pity. The body began to descend rapidly, but Sabre gently caught it before it hit the ground. He felt the Thrakan's body would give out if it took any more punishment. Somehow, he thought it ironic that the two strongest fighters in the coalition were both beaten by a 'mere' human. He picked up the two fallen warriors, one in each hand, and carried them over to the tattered aid tent in the corner. Sabre laid them down on the cots and hooked them up to the med stations. Their vitals were weak, but they would pull live.
Once he turned around, he realized he may have over done it. The arena, normally covered with a lush green grass floor, looked liked the surface of a dead, moon. Large craters created by stray blasts litter the floor. The blast doors were completely torn from their hinges, and the arena walls were cracked and buckling in numerous places. The large rocks that were used for cover in training exercises were either cracked in two or turned to pebbles. Sabre realized that the only illumination in the arena was coming from himself and the dim emergency lights, most of which were non-functional. A side of effect of his new powers must be enhanced vision because he could see everything plain as day.
He became acutely aware of the fear that was in the building. Most of the fighters had recovered from the impact of the last attack, and were afraid to move. Everyone was transfixed upon the glowing white body. Resa, who said nothing as Sabre picked up Danja's body, had a look of wonder and fear on her face.
"It can't help that it's dark in here," he thought.
To assuage their fears, he sent multiple glowing balls of ki around the arena, almost lighting it up as it had been before. Sabre could see the fear in their eyes, and now felt embarrassed.
"Uh, hi guys," he said timidly, "long time no see. I, uh, I guess I've changed a bit." he raised his hands in a gesture of peace, but that just caused everyone to flinch.
The silence in the arena was deafening. Finally, one voice broke the tension.
"Is it really you?" It was Resa's voice.
He turned to where the voice was coming from and saw her timidly approaching him. She looked like she had been in a fight, even though today he had been the only one to battle. Her armor was cracked in numerous points, and her muscular shoulder was exposed where it had been completely destroyed. It was bleeding pretty heavily, due to a piece of armor lodged in it. Her body must have taken a beating when she was protecting Danja from his blasts.
"You've changed... I mean, I thought you got stronger before... but not this much..." her voice trailed off.
"Yeah... but I'm still the same on the inside." he used the same words as she did when she went SSJ for the first time.
"Now what do I do now? I kinda realized that I over did it a little. How am I going to explain this," he gestured to the devastated arena, "but more importantly, to whom?"
Normally, an event like this was reported to the dean, and then appropriate action was taken. But now, with the dean out of the picture, who was he to report to?
"I, I don't know... How?" Those were the only words she could muster before she collapsed on the ground.
Sabre picked her up and began to head towards the exit. He was going to go collect his thoughts and talk with Resa for a little before the dean awoke. Just before he exited into the night he spoke.
"Tell the dean I stepped out for awhile. You guys will be able to find me. I don't know what to do, but I want to talk with Resa for a bit." He started to turn again, but stopped. Remembering an old earth saying he picked up from an old movie he spoke the infamous words in a funny accent,
"I'll be back."