Chapter 2: Battle Set, Match!
Everyone scattered, putting as much distance between themselves and the energy ball as they could. When the blast impacted the ground, the explosion completely destroyed the hill, setting off an earthquake. People inside the shelter screamed as the ground they were encompassed in shook violently, dust raining down. After a moment, the ground stopped shaking, and they looked around with scared eyes, wondering what was going on.
Donovan blasted into the air, but stayed relatively close to the blast, letting it obscure him in smoke. He lazily caught a few of the smaller rocks sent his way, and dodged some of the larger ones. He closed his eyes to protect them from the dust, and reached out with his senses, feeling everyone, enemy and ally, powering up to fight, and splitting off into pairs. He felt two energy signatures head his way, and gauged their power.
Once the signatures were practically on top of him, Donovan spun, striking out with his left leg as he did so, feeling it connect with two bodies. Donovan blasted out of the debris kicked up by the explosion, and felt the two enemies come after him. Donovan drew back his arm, and threw the small rocks he had caught before. The looks on the faces of Donovan's opponents were priceless when they emerged from the smoke and were pelted with rocks.
The Caprian and Tolstoy that had ridiculed Donovan glared at him, blood running down the Caprian's nose and above his left eye, and from the Tolstoy's mouth from where the rocks had struck them in the face.
"Maybe you should go home. If you get caught off guard that easily, this'll be easier than I thought."
In response, they both powered up, and shot at Donovan. He let them come, powering up slightly, and gave ground when they were upon him.
The two obviously had practice fighting together, as would be expected. They didn't get in each other's way, and followed up the other's blow with one of their own. Donovan merely gave ground to them, weaving in and out of their blows, and blocking when necessary. And he watched.
Donovan suddenly swerved to the right, but the two fighters stayed with him, still attacking. Donovan suddenly attacked, making a right jab straight into the Tolstoy's face, feeling bone and cartilage, or a Tolstoy's equivalent, break and bend. Donovan then spun slightly, feeling the Caprian's kick miss his back by a centimeter, and gave the Caprian a kick to the chin, then a round house kick to the waist, sending the Caprian flying a good distance away. Donovan finished the round house by bringing the heel of his foot down onto the Tolstoy's armored shoulder, sending the alien plummeting to the ground. Donovan followed.
The Tolstoy managed to flip himself over and land on his feet, cracking the ground slightly as he fell into a kneeling position, with his right hand on his knee, and his left pressed onto the ground. He heard Donovan land in front of him, and the Tolstoy brought his fore and middle finger up and pressed them to his forehead. He channeled power into his fingers, and leaned back quickly, throwing his left hand back to catch himself, and his right hand forward, toward Donovan's face.
"Special Beam Cannon FIRE!"
Donovan brought his hand forward; fingers splayed wide, and placed his palm against the blast. He powered up a little more, and sent the energy into his hand. After a moment, the attack had run its course, and Donovan looked down at the shocked Tolstoy.
"Not bad, you actually singed my fingertips."
Donovan then pushed the energy in his hand out, firing a rather large blast at the Tolstoy at point blank range. The Tolstoy screamed as the energy burned his body, picking him up, and throwing him nearly a hundred feet away.
"MASENKO HA!"
Donovan turned to face the Caprian who had come to his ally's aid, and had just fired a very powerful attack. Donovan gathered as much energy into his left hand as he could, and backhanded the attack away. He then blasted at the Caprian, ignoring how his left hand had suddenly gone numb.
Donovan closed the gap quickly, striking out with his right hand, followed by a left kick. The Caprian ducked the punch, and blocked the kick with his forearm, but was unprepared for Donovan's elbow to come down on his head. As the Caprian was dazed from the blow, Donovan retracted his left leg, and hit the Caprian in the chin with his right knee. As the Caprian's head shot up, his body following slightly, Donovan punched him in the gut with his right hand, followed quickly with his left, which twitched painfully now that feeling was starting to return. Donovan punched forward with his right again, but the Caprian caught his fist. The Caprian drew back his left hand and punched at Donovan, who turned sideways, and wrapped his arm around the Caprian's forearm. Donovan then brought up his legs and kicked the Caprian in the chest. The alien's armor cracked from the blow, and he released Donovan, and was released in turn.
Donovan punched the Caprian in the chest, driving air out of the Caprian's body, then moved behind him, clasping both hands and drawing them back as the Caprian folded in on himself, trying to breath. Donovan brought his hands down on the Caprian's un-guarded back, sending the alien flying into the Tolstoy, who had been trying to rejoin the fight while Donovan's back was turned.
The Caprian crashed into the Tolstoy, sending them both into the ground, and raising a large cloud of dust. The dust suddenly shot outward in two places as the Caprian and Tolstoy zanzokened. Donovan turned around so fast he blurred, facing the two aliens as they reappeared, powering up to their full. The two threw their arms forward, and fired their combined energy in one large blast.
Donovan waited till the last second, then zanzokened himself to between the two aliens who were both panting heavily. The two turned to stare at him, as he floated there with his arms crossed over his chest, powered up to a level much higher than either of theirs. Donovan threw his arms out, pointing a hand at either of them, and screamed.
"HAAAAAA!!!"
Energy ripped forth, engulfing the two fighters before they could even scream. The blasts moved away from Donovan, curving, and carrying the two renegades with it, crashing into a nearby mountain, and a plain. Donovan lowered his hands and reached out with his senses.
He felt the energy of the two aliens vanish, and a moment of nausea washed over him.
He hated killing, no matter what the crimes of the other.
The explosions caught everyone else's attention, and some turned to look, seeing who had won. Other's didn't.
Zafar took advantage of his opponent, the other Caprian, as the purple skinned alien looked at the explosions. He snapped his attention back at Zafar, but was a moment too late.
Zafar's arms shot out in a blur as he struck the Caprian in the same spot in quick succession, cracking, and eventually, totally destroying the armor. Zafar then drew back his right hand and punched forward with it, driving it into the Caprian's chest. The Caprian's eyes widened as he looked down at the hand in his chest. He looked up at Zafar's face, silently asking 'why' with his eyes as he felt Zafar gather energy into the hand buried in the Caprian's chest.
Zafar stared back at the Caprian with cold eyes, and released the energy, vaporizing the Caprian's heart and lungs. Zafar withdrew his clean hand, the energy attack having burned off what blood that had accumulated, and let the Caprian drop.
As he watched the Caprian's body fall he idly wondered how many humans had looked at the Caprian with those same eyes Zafar had just seen.
Of the two Nameks, only one turned to look at the explosions. He also turned back instantly, but the other Namek had already attacked, throwing his arms forward to cover the 20 feet between them, stretching each limb, as well as the fingers, to grab the other Namek, Zafar's friend, by the arms. The elongated fingers, and the claws on each finger, drove into the arms at several key points, severing tendons, and temporarily paralyzing the Namek's arms.
"Before I kill you, I want to know your name."
Zafar's friend glared at the renegade Namek.
"Nerim."
The renegade Namek nodded then started to gather energy to send down his arms, and into Nerim's flesh. Nerim, however, merely drew his head back as if he were looking at the sky. He then snapped his head forward, and it stretched the distance between the two Nameks, and collided with the renegade Namek's forehead in a powerful head-butt. The renegade Namek reeled from the blow, releasing Nerim, who channeled power into his arms and repaired the damage. Nerim then drew back his own arms and shot them at the other Namek, stretching them out, and driving them into the renegade's chest. Nerim repeated Zafar's maneuver, gathering energy and sending it into the renegade's body, searing vital pieces of flesh, killing the renegade instantly.
"Next time your trying to kill someone, don't talk. Just do it."
Nerim withdrew his arms, letting the renegade collapse.
Caular took advantage of two of his opponents, two of the three Yubans, and fired powerful energy blasts, blowing their grotesque heads off. The suddenly shorter corpses fell to the ground while Dram looked on impassively. The two captains glared at each other before launching themselves forward, powering up as they did so.
Letta couldn't help the smirk that bloomed on her face as the Yuban she was facing was stupid enough to look at the explosions.
She zanzokened forward, catching the Yuban's attention as she appeared in the air right above it, hands clasped together. She brought her hands down on its head, crushing its skull.
The twins were having a little difficulty with the two remaining Tolstoy's, who didn't look at the explosions, but remained focused on their opponents.
Mortlem ducked under a high kick, and dodged to the right of a downward punch. He flew backward to get some distance, but the Tolstoy followed, coming at Mortlem with his leg ready.
Mortlem threw his hand forward, firing a quickly prepared energy blast. The Tolstoy stopped his forward momentum, and shot upward, over the blast. He grinned down at Mortlem until his scouter went crazy, and he felt an energy signature getting closer. He turned around to see the blast Mortlem had fired coming straight at his face. It was the last thing the Tolstoy ever saw among the world of the living.
Mortlek had deflected the blast back up at the Tolstoy, but in doing so, had left himself open. The other Tolstoy had taken advantage of the opening, and gathered energy into his left hand, and fired it at Mortlek in a tight beam. Mortlek turned back to the blast to receive it in his chest, the blast driving him away, and eating away at the armor and flesh underneath. Mortlek powered up, and threw his weight to the side, letting the beam pass to his right.
He reached up and placed his right hand over the wound, which was bleeding feely.
The Tolstoy laughed, and gathered more energy into his hands, forming another attack. He didn't think that Mortlem had finished off his opponent, and would interfere, so the Tolstoy didn't even bother to pay attention to his back.
Until it exploded, that is.
Mortlem let the energy in his hands disperse as he flew over to his twin and Mortlek let him examine the wound.
"Nothing to bad. It looks worse than it is."
Mortlek nodded, and the two turned to watch Caular finish his fight.
Caular ducked under Dram's fist, then flew up higher to get over a spin kick with Dram's left leg. He blocked a two punch, one kick combo, then returned the favor, making a straight jab at Dram's face with his right fist, and a roundhouse kick with his left foot, followed by a vicious uppercut. Dram blocked the punch, dodged back from the kick, but was caught off guard by the uppercut, and was sent several dozen feet higher into the air. Caular flew after him, gathering energy into his hands.
Half way to Dram, Caular threw the energy blast in his left hand at the other captain, who crossed his arms in front of his face to block it. Dram uncrossed his arms, and his eyes widened at Caular suddenly zanzokened in front of Dram, his right arm already moving forward with the other energy blast to slam it into Dram's face. Dram was propelled backward, the energy searing his face and shoulders, eating away at the skin badly enough to draw copious amounts of blood in several areas.
As Dram flew backward, Caular raised his right arm, gathering energy, which circled the arm, growing spikes after a moment. The energy traveled up from Caular's armpit to just above his hand where it was revealed to be a disc, which suddenly grew to be three feet in diameter, with the sound of a buzz saw.
"Destructo Disk!"
Caular drew his arm back, then threw the disc at Dram, who at the last moment, was able to zanzoken over to Caular, and head-butted him in the gut, impaling Caular on Dram's horns slightly.
"Good bye Caular."
"Good bye Dram."
As Dram gathered energy to send though his horns into Caular's body, Caular placed both of his hands on either side of Dram's head, and fired two energy blasts, one from each hand. Dram was stunned into withdrawing his head, the energy he had gathered flying out of his horns in two long spikes into the sky.
Before Dram could recover Caular drew his hands back, gathered energy, and threw them forward, firing a blast of immense power at point blank range into Dram's face, burning the top half of Dram's body into ash.
"I'll be sure to say hi once I reach hell, Dram."
:Author's Note: Well then, how was that? Please let me know in a review.
Everyone scattered, putting as much distance between themselves and the energy ball as they could. When the blast impacted the ground, the explosion completely destroyed the hill, setting off an earthquake. People inside the shelter screamed as the ground they were encompassed in shook violently, dust raining down. After a moment, the ground stopped shaking, and they looked around with scared eyes, wondering what was going on.
Donovan blasted into the air, but stayed relatively close to the blast, letting it obscure him in smoke. He lazily caught a few of the smaller rocks sent his way, and dodged some of the larger ones. He closed his eyes to protect them from the dust, and reached out with his senses, feeling everyone, enemy and ally, powering up to fight, and splitting off into pairs. He felt two energy signatures head his way, and gauged their power.
Once the signatures were practically on top of him, Donovan spun, striking out with his left leg as he did so, feeling it connect with two bodies. Donovan blasted out of the debris kicked up by the explosion, and felt the two enemies come after him. Donovan drew back his arm, and threw the small rocks he had caught before. The looks on the faces of Donovan's opponents were priceless when they emerged from the smoke and were pelted with rocks.
The Caprian and Tolstoy that had ridiculed Donovan glared at him, blood running down the Caprian's nose and above his left eye, and from the Tolstoy's mouth from where the rocks had struck them in the face.
"Maybe you should go home. If you get caught off guard that easily, this'll be easier than I thought."
In response, they both powered up, and shot at Donovan. He let them come, powering up slightly, and gave ground when they were upon him.
The two obviously had practice fighting together, as would be expected. They didn't get in each other's way, and followed up the other's blow with one of their own. Donovan merely gave ground to them, weaving in and out of their blows, and blocking when necessary. And he watched.
Donovan suddenly swerved to the right, but the two fighters stayed with him, still attacking. Donovan suddenly attacked, making a right jab straight into the Tolstoy's face, feeling bone and cartilage, or a Tolstoy's equivalent, break and bend. Donovan then spun slightly, feeling the Caprian's kick miss his back by a centimeter, and gave the Caprian a kick to the chin, then a round house kick to the waist, sending the Caprian flying a good distance away. Donovan finished the round house by bringing the heel of his foot down onto the Tolstoy's armored shoulder, sending the alien plummeting to the ground. Donovan followed.
The Tolstoy managed to flip himself over and land on his feet, cracking the ground slightly as he fell into a kneeling position, with his right hand on his knee, and his left pressed onto the ground. He heard Donovan land in front of him, and the Tolstoy brought his fore and middle finger up and pressed them to his forehead. He channeled power into his fingers, and leaned back quickly, throwing his left hand back to catch himself, and his right hand forward, toward Donovan's face.
"Special Beam Cannon FIRE!"
Donovan brought his hand forward; fingers splayed wide, and placed his palm against the blast. He powered up a little more, and sent the energy into his hand. After a moment, the attack had run its course, and Donovan looked down at the shocked Tolstoy.
"Not bad, you actually singed my fingertips."
Donovan then pushed the energy in his hand out, firing a rather large blast at the Tolstoy at point blank range. The Tolstoy screamed as the energy burned his body, picking him up, and throwing him nearly a hundred feet away.
"MASENKO HA!"
Donovan turned to face the Caprian who had come to his ally's aid, and had just fired a very powerful attack. Donovan gathered as much energy into his left hand as he could, and backhanded the attack away. He then blasted at the Caprian, ignoring how his left hand had suddenly gone numb.
Donovan closed the gap quickly, striking out with his right hand, followed by a left kick. The Caprian ducked the punch, and blocked the kick with his forearm, but was unprepared for Donovan's elbow to come down on his head. As the Caprian was dazed from the blow, Donovan retracted his left leg, and hit the Caprian in the chin with his right knee. As the Caprian's head shot up, his body following slightly, Donovan punched him in the gut with his right hand, followed quickly with his left, which twitched painfully now that feeling was starting to return. Donovan punched forward with his right again, but the Caprian caught his fist. The Caprian drew back his left hand and punched at Donovan, who turned sideways, and wrapped his arm around the Caprian's forearm. Donovan then brought up his legs and kicked the Caprian in the chest. The alien's armor cracked from the blow, and he released Donovan, and was released in turn.
Donovan punched the Caprian in the chest, driving air out of the Caprian's body, then moved behind him, clasping both hands and drawing them back as the Caprian folded in on himself, trying to breath. Donovan brought his hands down on the Caprian's un-guarded back, sending the alien flying into the Tolstoy, who had been trying to rejoin the fight while Donovan's back was turned.
The Caprian crashed into the Tolstoy, sending them both into the ground, and raising a large cloud of dust. The dust suddenly shot outward in two places as the Caprian and Tolstoy zanzokened. Donovan turned around so fast he blurred, facing the two aliens as they reappeared, powering up to their full. The two threw their arms forward, and fired their combined energy in one large blast.
Donovan waited till the last second, then zanzokened himself to between the two aliens who were both panting heavily. The two turned to stare at him, as he floated there with his arms crossed over his chest, powered up to a level much higher than either of theirs. Donovan threw his arms out, pointing a hand at either of them, and screamed.
"HAAAAAA!!!"
Energy ripped forth, engulfing the two fighters before they could even scream. The blasts moved away from Donovan, curving, and carrying the two renegades with it, crashing into a nearby mountain, and a plain. Donovan lowered his hands and reached out with his senses.
He felt the energy of the two aliens vanish, and a moment of nausea washed over him.
He hated killing, no matter what the crimes of the other.
The explosions caught everyone else's attention, and some turned to look, seeing who had won. Other's didn't.
Zafar took advantage of his opponent, the other Caprian, as the purple skinned alien looked at the explosions. He snapped his attention back at Zafar, but was a moment too late.
Zafar's arms shot out in a blur as he struck the Caprian in the same spot in quick succession, cracking, and eventually, totally destroying the armor. Zafar then drew back his right hand and punched forward with it, driving it into the Caprian's chest. The Caprian's eyes widened as he looked down at the hand in his chest. He looked up at Zafar's face, silently asking 'why' with his eyes as he felt Zafar gather energy into the hand buried in the Caprian's chest.
Zafar stared back at the Caprian with cold eyes, and released the energy, vaporizing the Caprian's heart and lungs. Zafar withdrew his clean hand, the energy attack having burned off what blood that had accumulated, and let the Caprian drop.
As he watched the Caprian's body fall he idly wondered how many humans had looked at the Caprian with those same eyes Zafar had just seen.
Of the two Nameks, only one turned to look at the explosions. He also turned back instantly, but the other Namek had already attacked, throwing his arms forward to cover the 20 feet between them, stretching each limb, as well as the fingers, to grab the other Namek, Zafar's friend, by the arms. The elongated fingers, and the claws on each finger, drove into the arms at several key points, severing tendons, and temporarily paralyzing the Namek's arms.
"Before I kill you, I want to know your name."
Zafar's friend glared at the renegade Namek.
"Nerim."
The renegade Namek nodded then started to gather energy to send down his arms, and into Nerim's flesh. Nerim, however, merely drew his head back as if he were looking at the sky. He then snapped his head forward, and it stretched the distance between the two Nameks, and collided with the renegade Namek's forehead in a powerful head-butt. The renegade Namek reeled from the blow, releasing Nerim, who channeled power into his arms and repaired the damage. Nerim then drew back his own arms and shot them at the other Namek, stretching them out, and driving them into the renegade's chest. Nerim repeated Zafar's maneuver, gathering energy and sending it into the renegade's body, searing vital pieces of flesh, killing the renegade instantly.
"Next time your trying to kill someone, don't talk. Just do it."
Nerim withdrew his arms, letting the renegade collapse.
Caular took advantage of two of his opponents, two of the three Yubans, and fired powerful energy blasts, blowing their grotesque heads off. The suddenly shorter corpses fell to the ground while Dram looked on impassively. The two captains glared at each other before launching themselves forward, powering up as they did so.
Letta couldn't help the smirk that bloomed on her face as the Yuban she was facing was stupid enough to look at the explosions.
She zanzokened forward, catching the Yuban's attention as she appeared in the air right above it, hands clasped together. She brought her hands down on its head, crushing its skull.
The twins were having a little difficulty with the two remaining Tolstoy's, who didn't look at the explosions, but remained focused on their opponents.
Mortlem ducked under a high kick, and dodged to the right of a downward punch. He flew backward to get some distance, but the Tolstoy followed, coming at Mortlem with his leg ready.
Mortlem threw his hand forward, firing a quickly prepared energy blast. The Tolstoy stopped his forward momentum, and shot upward, over the blast. He grinned down at Mortlem until his scouter went crazy, and he felt an energy signature getting closer. He turned around to see the blast Mortlem had fired coming straight at his face. It was the last thing the Tolstoy ever saw among the world of the living.
Mortlek had deflected the blast back up at the Tolstoy, but in doing so, had left himself open. The other Tolstoy had taken advantage of the opening, and gathered energy into his left hand, and fired it at Mortlek in a tight beam. Mortlek turned back to the blast to receive it in his chest, the blast driving him away, and eating away at the armor and flesh underneath. Mortlek powered up, and threw his weight to the side, letting the beam pass to his right.
He reached up and placed his right hand over the wound, which was bleeding feely.
The Tolstoy laughed, and gathered more energy into his hands, forming another attack. He didn't think that Mortlem had finished off his opponent, and would interfere, so the Tolstoy didn't even bother to pay attention to his back.
Until it exploded, that is.
Mortlem let the energy in his hands disperse as he flew over to his twin and Mortlek let him examine the wound.
"Nothing to bad. It looks worse than it is."
Mortlek nodded, and the two turned to watch Caular finish his fight.
Caular ducked under Dram's fist, then flew up higher to get over a spin kick with Dram's left leg. He blocked a two punch, one kick combo, then returned the favor, making a straight jab at Dram's face with his right fist, and a roundhouse kick with his left foot, followed by a vicious uppercut. Dram blocked the punch, dodged back from the kick, but was caught off guard by the uppercut, and was sent several dozen feet higher into the air. Caular flew after him, gathering energy into his hands.
Half way to Dram, Caular threw the energy blast in his left hand at the other captain, who crossed his arms in front of his face to block it. Dram uncrossed his arms, and his eyes widened at Caular suddenly zanzokened in front of Dram, his right arm already moving forward with the other energy blast to slam it into Dram's face. Dram was propelled backward, the energy searing his face and shoulders, eating away at the skin badly enough to draw copious amounts of blood in several areas.
As Dram flew backward, Caular raised his right arm, gathering energy, which circled the arm, growing spikes after a moment. The energy traveled up from Caular's armpit to just above his hand where it was revealed to be a disc, which suddenly grew to be three feet in diameter, with the sound of a buzz saw.
"Destructo Disk!"
Caular drew his arm back, then threw the disc at Dram, who at the last moment, was able to zanzoken over to Caular, and head-butted him in the gut, impaling Caular on Dram's horns slightly.
"Good bye Caular."
"Good bye Dram."
As Dram gathered energy to send though his horns into Caular's body, Caular placed both of his hands on either side of Dram's head, and fired two energy blasts, one from each hand. Dram was stunned into withdrawing his head, the energy he had gathered flying out of his horns in two long spikes into the sky.
Before Dram could recover Caular drew his hands back, gathered energy, and threw them forward, firing a blast of immense power at point blank range into Dram's face, burning the top half of Dram's body into ash.
"I'll be sure to say hi once I reach hell, Dram."
:Author's Note: Well then, how was that? Please let me know in a review.