Chapter 3 Red Faction - Society's Refuse
Some time had passed since The Warden declared the preliminaries over. In that time, 31 members of the crowd were chosen to represent the surviving fighters.
31 scum chosen to aid in deciding the fate of their fellow criminals.
Warden found it amusing.
He looked upon these volunteers, really individuals whom bet heavily upon their chosen fighters, gathered in one of the various wait rooms behind the Colosseum.
Men and women of significant influence in the Galactic Underworld. Those that like to think they have a say in the lives of other, lesser beings of status.
How The Warden couldn't wait till he killed them all.
These 31 underworld "high class" scum mostly conversed among themselves, nursing beverages handed out to them upon their arrival, as they awaited his work to begin the selection process.
The Warden cleared his throat, then clapped his hands together calling attention to himself.
"You 31 sponsors shall decide the tournament bracket for the main event!" Warden spoke aloud, addressing these selected individuals for what they would be.
Handlers that will...take care of their chosen warriors. Except for the truly dangerous monsters.
"How will we decide the pairings, you ask? That's simple!" The humanoid motioned forward two of his subordinates with the snap of his fingers. One of these guardsmen carried a simple box with a hole on top.
"We will be drawing the names of each contestant from the box you see before you. By we, I mean why two subordinates here. They shall draw a name, then the sponsor of the called fighter shall step up and select where in the bracket you wish to place your investment."
"Why don't we get to pick ourselves?" One of the sponsors asked, his voice iconic with its brawling (British) vibes.
"Also simple." Warden smiled at the man. "We wouldn't want any of you fine gentlemen or ladies cheating now do we?"
That shut the man up.
"We shall begin, assuming there are no more comments or questions."
None spoke up and thus, the guardsmen with free hands stepped in front of his comrade holding his box.
He put his hand in the box, moving it around before grabbing an item in the box.
"I have the first drawing." He reported, pulling his hand out. Keeping his palm closed, the guardsmen turned to The Warden.
Warden held out one hand, catching the folded scrap of paper that fell from his subordinate's opening hand.
Warden unfolded the paper, reading the name aloud that was scribbled inside.
"First drawing...Rouge!"
At the calling of the name, the renegade's sponsor stepped forward.
It was a woman with long, dark red hair with burnt scars upon the lower, left side of her face and a wicked series of scars only hinted at upon her revealed cleavage. She wore a navy and ivory colored business dress, long, black wedding gloves with butterfly patterns, black stockings and matching boots.
The scared woman approached with arms crossed under her chest, pushing her breasts upward. Some of the more degenerate members of the underworld scum gathered linked their lips, blushing as they stared at her all stupid like, or made rather crude motions with their lower regions as she passed by.
Warden resisted the urge to order his men to teach these perverted men and women a lesson as the one representing Rouge neared.
She stopped adjacent to Warden, turning 40 degrees towards the buff chief of the prison.
"So...what now?" She spoke with a voice befitting a model, and yet held that hint of ice cold killer. Clearly, this woman had been through much and came out dangerous.
"Now..." Warden waited for the screen behind him to click to life. Projected on it was a 32-participent tournament bracket with 31 open spots.
"Now, you select where on the bracket you wish to put your fighter." The humanoid spoke with a smile. "Though, if you really want him to die, I would suggest placing him here." He pointed to the very last spot on the last bracket; a spot with his name placed upon it.
The red-head smirked. "Tempting, but I'll pass." She said, taking two steps to her left to take in the whole bracket. The woman took 3 minutes to make up her mind, pointing a finger towards her desired point.
"I want the 6th spot, 3rd match."
Warden nodded, turning his gaze to another subordinate standing beside a computer in the far corner. The guardsmen nodded, typing the name of the fighter in the chosen bracket.
"Excellent choice Miss Konto. A very sound, strategic choice to hype up your fighter." Warden said with a smile, gesturing with his left arm for her to step away.
Miss Konto simply threw her hair around as she turned on her heels, walking back to her spot in the same manner as she approached.
The next dozen minutes fell into the trivial routine, with sponsors choosing their fighters fights until the very last few calls. Surprisingly, one sponsor purposely choose their fighter to duel it out with The Warden rather than it being the last fighter called.
A fighter that Warden would be satisfied with eradicating from the galaxy.
And thus, the tournament bracket was formed and cemented for the first round as the following:
Sha vs Basia Serigala
Aggi vs Ghorodork the Terrible
Aliebaba vs Rouge
Oteela vs Marte
Bara Dulf vs Vashre
Lavi Nishin vs Note
Kyoru Natsui vs Trepa
Skulldroll vs Granolah
Metaloid vs Yurian
Mordow vs Oolab the Butcher
Hiroha vs Grim Grops
Kuma vs Yuzun
Wraith vs Cu
Moshi Moshi vs X14
Orgeem vs Skyi
and finally;
Toothy vs The Warden
In several minutes, the brackets would be revealed to the masses. About an hour from now, the first of these matches would begin.
For now, the sponsors would be allowed to introduce themselves to their fighters if they wish to inform these "lucky" individuals about their investments. Well, the ones that aren't psychopathic killers too dangerous to mingle anyway.
It didn't matter at all to Warden. Not in the slightest.
After all, those saved by Surge not withstanding, all of these people would die here.
Be it today or the days that follow.
They would all die.
For that is the destiny of those that committed evil.
Rouge and Cu were sitting adjacent to one another in a rather nicely kept waiting/workout room along with 19 other criminals that survived the preliminaries. Most kept to themselves, but some pairs seemed to know each other and were talking.
Guards were stationed at each exit and within every 6 feet along the wall. To make sure they didn't start killing each other too soon Rouge guessed.
They told the lot of em to standby here as they decided when and who they were gonna fight for the main event of this death tourney.
Suited Rouge fine for any warmups as a start, then onto the worth prey that survived and finally...the strongest of them all.
Of course Cu constantly had to remind Rouge what their reason for being here was. Of course Rouge remembers that they have to find out the whos and whys, but that doesn't mean he couldn't have fun Kais damn it.
The pair of Red Faction agents turned their gaze towards the pair approaching them.
"Yo." The lead figure said, raising his hand in greeting. He was a humanoid with green, bushy hair in a ridiculous style that made him look like a pineapple. He wore a simple dull green jacket with a white undershirt, brown pants, and matching boots.
Cu nodded at the man. "Hiroha, our informant." He said after turning his head around to Rouge.
"Ah, so you're the guy on that transport our allies raided." Rouge smirked. "Suppose I should thank you for all the fun I'll have."
"No probs, I guess." Hiroha replied with a blank stare, rubbing the side of his head. "Long as you guys keep your promise and bust me out I couldn't care less how you guys go about this whole mission ordeal."
Cu turned his gaze to the man standing off their informant's left. He's an aquatic humanoid with long, wavy hair in a mix of blue, green, black, and red colors and a macaroni colored cowlick a top his head. His skin is mostly red and pink, with some areas of yellow -such as his nose and neck-.
He wore a green hoodie with a blue gym suit underneath, grey sweat pants, pink worker gloves with yellow covering half of each finger, white sneakers, and what look to be some sort of shellfish earring on his left aquatic ear.
"Friend of yours?" The purple Red Faction agent asked.
"You could say that." Hiroha answered, turning his head towards the man. "This here's Grim Grops. Old subordinate of mine. Loyal. Got arrested when the good old' GP raided one of my newer establishments bout 7 year ago...I think..."
"It was 10 and I an't told'em a damn thing." Grim Grops added. "Damn pigs can suck on my dicks."
"...You have more than one?" Rouge asked with a laughing smirk.
"Oh yea, see we Cyr-"
"Kaisdamn it Grops, how many times I gotta tell you to quite talking bout your dicks, guy?" Hiroha cut in, cringing at his subordinate. "People gonna think you're gay and we're in prison. That's gonna draw creeps and sickos to you faster than a Saiyan picking a fight with cha."
"That's the problem with you air breathers. Concerned bout genders and sexual preferences." Grim Grops laughed. "So unsophisticated. Brings a tear to my eye."
"Grops, if we gotta have this conversation again I swear we-"
"Attention lowlife participants of the Galactic Death Tournament!" A guardsmen called out, drawing attention from everyone in the room.
"The Warden has graciously allowed visitation for those select individuals whom have been enthralled by your savagery. These fellow criminals have been chosen as your sponsors and shall take care of your reasonable, mortal needs."
"Note that not everyone here shall have their chosen sponsor visit at this particular hour, as the first round shall officially start within thirty minutes and thusly show that they desire to spend their time wisely instead of meeting someone that might die shortly afterwords. If you desire to meet the scum who has so heavily invest in your person yet choose not to bother with you, I suggest you add that to your list of reasons to avoid death in the coming executions-excuse me, I mean bouts."
"Without further adieu, I present to you; the sponsors."
About a dozen, well dressed individuals of various races stepped through the double doors behind the speaking guardsmen. The latter stepped aside as these sponsors moved into the room, breaking off to their chosen investment, as the guard put it, at random moments.
3 individuals walked towards Rouge and his party.
One broke into a run, a...woman given the curves and chest bulge but...you couldn't really tell otherwise as the top half of her head was more plant then humanoid. True you could get an idea from the clothes she(?) wore but never really know given everyone in the galaxy has different tastes when it comes to fashion.
She wore a lot of jewelry on her arms, a mix of bracelets, bands, watches, and necklaces wrapped around her arm made with gold, jewels, and pearls. She had a red stripped shirt, a miniskirt, and high rise black, high heel boots. Aside from the mass of wealth upon her arms, one would think she's a teenager going to some concert.
She had pointed ears and purple skin, big lips framed with blue lipstick. The upper half of her head opened up like some flower with dozens purple tendrils that could pass for hair stretching around her entire head and down to where most organics would have a nose.
"Honeyboo!" She screamed in glee, throwing her hands out wide. Her voice shrill and needlessly loud.
"Pumpkin bread!" Grim Grops replied, taking three big steps before embracing who is all but confirmed to be a lover to the aquatic humanoid. "I missed you doll!"
"Damn straight you did, you fine piece of ass!" The purple plant-like being replied, smacking Grops butt. "You know how hard it was to try and find out where you went after those damn pigs moved you babe?"
"Harder then my three partners down below at seeing you again, Pumpkin." Grim Grops replied with a smug smile.
"Oh you sick perverted slime ball! Don't tempt me."
Hiroha rolled his eyes before crossing his arms. "I see even a few years apart doesn't change how close you to are."
"Course not boss man!" Grim Grops pivoted towards his superior, girl in his arms. "Pumpkin here is my soul mate! Ain't no amount of bitches, blow, bullocks, bullies, or bitches gonna change that!"
"Oh Honeyboo, you make me so happy! Come here and give me a kiss!"
As Grim Grops made out with his...girlfriend? Wife? Whatever, the other two traveling with her caught up.
One is another woman with a stunning figure whom would've been more beautiful if not for the scars and burn marks upon her flesh. Upon first impression, Rouge thought she was badass.
The other, a blue slug that grew humanoid appendages wearing a grayish, black tux with matching dress shoes, white gloves, and a gray hat. He had white, little beady eyes and two antenna growing out of his...cheeks that ended in a white ball of sorts.
"The happy reunion 10 years in the making." The beautifully badass woman stated. "Consider that favor from Kalmodia IV repaid Grops."
"Thank you so much Miss Konto!" Grim Grops replied with a thumbs up. "I swear I'll replay you 10 fold for this!"
"I already said we're even, but fine. if you insist." Miss Konto replied with the shrug of her shoulders. "Now then," She turned her attention to Hiroha. "long time no see? I expected a call at least after all these years."
Hiroha bobbed his head from side to side, looking to the roof as he rubbed the back of his head. "Yea bout that...I make it a policy to never call my Exes. Bad luck, you know?"
Miss Konto let out a pfffff, nearly crying in laughter. "I'm sorry, I missed the part when we were ever a thing."
Hiroha's eyes widened in shock. "You mean we weren't?"
The red head shook her head with a look of pity and humor. "Hiroha, Hiroha, Hiroha, you should know me by now. I'd never settle for a drug cartel leader, even for one as established as you. Though having some...adult fun...is a separate matter."
She turned her attention to the fighter she chosen in this death tournament.
"How do you do, Rouge. I am your sponsor, Miss Knoto." She said, holding out her hand. Rouge smirked. "So I get the badass looking hottie huh?" He rose up from his seat. "Nice, I'm glad you're smart enough to chose me as well. I'll be winning this whole damn tourney, sorry there Cu." Rouge lightly tapped the shoulder of the latter as he spoke that last bit.
Miss Konto withdrew her hand after a few moments, realizing Rouge wasn't one for manners and smiled at the muscular man. "Yes well, I have been know to strike gold with my investments and they rarely disappoint." She eyes Hiroha upon that last bit, to which the latter turned his head to look at the far wall.
"It is very nice to meet you, Miss Konto." Cu cut in. "I assume you have a history with Hiroha and perhaps he has shed some light unto the deeper meaning behind our being here?"
"Oh, he has mentioned something about that." The scarred beauty replied, crossing her arms under her chest. "Yet in typical fashion, Hiroha has left out any key details."
"I ain't telling important shite on any unsecured lines." Hiroha quickly replied in his defense. "Sides, you're a smart lady. You'll figure it out sooner or later."
"And who are your two associates?" Cu asked gesturing a hand to the purple plant-humanoid currently making out with Grim Grops and the other at the humanoid slug.
The forward pulled herself away to answer, turning her head towards Cu and Rouge. "You can just call me Pumpkin, love. My real name is too hard for you mammals to pronounce anyway."
"Yea, that special bit of information is for my ears only." Grops added, to which his lover replied with a giggle before returning to locking their lips and pressing their bodies against one another.
Cu nodded, then turned his attention to the blue slug in a tux and human appendages.
"Apologies for my rude behavior for not introducing myself upon arrival, I simply didn't desire to interrupt such an important conversation and happy reunion between lovers." The slug man stated, sounding as surprisingly intelligent as his speech is polite.
"My name is Seelo'Catlee Rofedan Dica III. I have been selected as Hiroha's sponsor for this dastardly tournament we find ourselves enthralled with today."
"Everyone aside from his family and members of his race call him Seelo." Hiroha added. "Best to follow that example. Long names are easy to forget for most. That and the risk of getting tongue tied."
"I concur with my business partner." Seelo continued. "A simplification such as this saves us much time, and as they say, time is money."
"Ah yes, before you ask, I am indeed a business partner for Mr. Hiroha. A partner for his legitimize business, might I add."
"Right, my cover-I mean totally legal and not used for anything shady business." Hiroha added once more. "Yep, running a shipping company sure is a fulfilling way to be a functional member of galactic society."
"While we are equal in this agreement, I run 80% of all owner duties so Mr. Hiroha can focus on expanding his other business endeavors." Seelo resumed. "Some days I question why I put up with your parasite style of partnership, but then I remind myself the grand scale of positive income we rack in and continue to overlook your clearly illegal activities, the clear source of why you were finally caught after all this time."
"And I couldn't have done any of it without you buddy." Hiroha concluded with a wide grin. "I'm equally grateful you decided to come here and help me out old pal!"
"Actually, I only came here to give you the pink slip."
"Wait you telling me that I'm fired?"
"Precisely, my dear old friend."
"Damn." Hiroha looked to Rouge and Cu, pointing his thumb at his now ex-partner. "Ungrateful SOB couldn't even wait till I got out of prison to break the news to me. Such a piss poor slug with no tact, and I right?"
Seelo scuffed at these words.
"We're getting horribly off topic here." Cu stated with a sigh.
Rouge let out a laugh. "True, but this is funny enough to stave off the boredom of just sitting around here. When the hell they gonna announce the fighting pairs anyway?"
"They're sharing that bit of news to the masses right now." Miss Konto answered. "Its poor tasted that they haven't shared who you all are fighting against, though I suppose that's to prevent any sort of assassination attempts in the waiting room."
Rouge raised his eyebrow. "Then why the hell they let you sponsors in if that's suppose to be all secret? I mean, you lot can tell us seeing as you helped."
Konto shrugged. "Maybe the wanted to be proper, but gave up half way."
"Basia Serigala, approach the main gate!" A guardsmen called out.
At the call of her name, the half wolf-humanoid approached the guardsmen who called. She is the same fighter that dominated the last preliminary match.
The upper part of her body is mostly human, with the exception of the wolf ears and fangs, her lower parts mostly wolf like in nature, least as far as anyone can see.
Basia wore a white tank top with black pants featuring red painted claw marks where pockets would normally be on most other sets of pants. Her hair and fur are a silvery-grey, eyes a whitish-grey, and she did in fact only have one arm as the other appendage was cut off from the elbow.
"We fight?" Basia asked, her voice befitting a savage hinting at either her lack on education in the language of Basic, general intelligence, or both.
The guardsmen nodded at the criminal, answering the seeming savage. "You will be fighting in the first match." She spoke, turning her head to address the others in the room. "The rest of you scum can watch from the monitors located on the far side of the room."
The Galactic Patrol guardsmen (or woman if wish to get technical.) extended her hand out, gesturing Basia Serigala to follow.
The two headed off, doors closing soon after the pair passed, leaving the others to mostly shift to the other end of the room.
As these individuals moved, the monitors flickered on showing The Warden once more preforming his MC duties.
"ALRIGHT LADIES AND SCUMBAGS FROM ACROSS THE UNDERGROUND! THE MOMENT YOU HAVE WAITED FOR HAS FINALLY ARRIVED!" The man proclaimed through the broadcast.
"TODAY, HERE AND NOW, THE FIRST EVER GALACTIC DEATH TOURNAMENT FIRST ROUND MATCH BEGINS! THE WORST AND LUCKIEST CRIMINALS THAT MADE IT THROUGH THE BAPTISM OF THE PRELIMINARIES SHALL FIGHT IN ONE ON ONE DUELS TO THE DEATH FOR YOU VIEWING PLEASURE!"
The crowd screams and cheers could be heard through the monitors, muffled of course, but one could easily tell what these people were excited for.
They wanted blood.
And blood they shall have.
"For our first round, we have two very special blood thirsty fighters to officially kick of the GDT right!" Warden continued, throwing a fist in the air.
"Our first fighter! An animal woman from a planet no one ever heard of! She was kidnapped by slavers, broke free and took over the ship that lifted her toward the stars! She raged like a wild fire, marauding with her enslaved crew across several dozen systems ending in a bold raid against a Galactic Patrol base!"
"A woman who's savage nature for fighting knows no bounds! With a Power Level of 65,000! Introducing!" The Warden paused, taking in a deep breath. "BASIIIIIAA SERIGGAAAALLLLAAAA!"
The hybrid humanoid marched into the fighting grounds below. Sand getting caught in her furry legs with each step. She didn't care, as evident by the fang showing grin she held on her face.
Basia stopped moving after almost reaching the center of the arena, staring up into the crowd before her. She yelled, throwing both arms into the air. "I COME TO FIGHT! BRING ME MEAT!"
The crowd roared in response to this deceleration from the half-wolf human.
"Her opponent!" The Warden shouted, drawing attention back to his person. "Is one of the few individuals we have that are deemed too dangerous to interact in any social environment! As such, the match will begin as soon as he is released into the arena!"
"A victim of mass genocide conducted by the Planet Trade Organization! His entire planet was wiped out personally by the long dead Lord Frieza!" He spoke the honorific with venom.
"Probably the last member of his infant, space faring race! He went insane upon learning the fate of his kin and lashed out against all he could reach in a string of mass murders across 3 systems!"
"A creature, rightfully pitied, yet wrongfully imprisoned by the Galactic Patrol! A being that should and will be put down like the mad dog he is!"
"Rated with a power of 46,000!"
"I introduce to you, SHAAAA!"
A set of double door designed to blend into the wall opened on the opposite side of the arena where Basia entered.
Standing behind the threshold is a creature appearing to be insect-like in nature. A more...humanoid mantis of sorts.
His exoskeleton divided into colors of white, greens, yellows, and combinations of the latter two. His semi-oval eyes, white and pupilless, framing along with his light green beak like mouth his otherwise (reverse) cone like head.
His long arms were almost as long as he is tall, nearly 7 ft. His hands weren't hands at all, but many razor sharp finger claws. His two legs multi jointed and supported by flat feet with three toe-like appendages in the front and one at the bottom.
Along his waist hung dark green, thick strips that stretched across the outside of his legs. Were this a part of his body or what little clothing his species chose to wore is anyone's guess.
"SSHHHHAAAAAA!" The creature screeched, running from 0 to 40 mph in an instant. Basia pulled her hand up, claws stretched out as he grinned in anticipation.
She expected the insect like creature to charge straight at her, but he did not. Sha jumped, eyes set upon the crowd beyond the hybrid. He sailed within the last 3 feet separating the arena's pit from the carved out bleachers when his head crashed against an invisible force.
Sha fell, landing on his feet, staring at the sky in bewilderment.
"And that, everyone, is our safety net." The Warden announced. "An invisible force field designed to keep the audience secure from the prisoners fighting for their lives and preventing escape from the direct route. Designed to let nothing out and plenty in."
He smiled before continuing. "Thank you so much, Sha, for the live demonstration of our efficient security system."
The insectoid continue to stare at the ceiling, as if trying to see the clearly stated as invisible force field.
Perhaps he could see something with his eyes, a wavelength that couldn't be observed through common eyesight.
It mattered little, there is a death match ongoing.
And one opponent in the pit clearly acknowledged that fact.
"HEY! STUPID BUG THING!" Basia shouted, getting a flinch out of Sha. "WE FIGHT! NO ONE OTHER! WE! COME, FIGHT ME!" She slammed her hand on her chest as she spoke that last part.
Sha slowly turned his head towards the hybrid, studying her for a full 10 seconds before rapidly turning his body to face her.
He crouched on his multi-jointed legs, crossing his arms over his shoulders.
"SHHHHAAAAAAA!" He screamed once more, launching off in another frontal charge.
"Now more like." Basia smirked. She crouched down, waiting till the last possible second then somersaulted over Sha. If the creature wasn't moving so fast, she would've kicked him in the back of the head.
Basia chuckled, turn her head, and jerked in back as Sha's finger claws sailed on past.
She looked to the razor knives she just dodged, then to her opponent thinking he was much closer than she thought.
In truth, Sha stood dozens of feet away, nowhere near normal striking range even with his long arms. Least that would be the case if the insectoid didn't have the ability to stretch his arms to three times their length.
Thus, when Sha skid to a halt, he simply bent his body around and stretched his right hand out.
Basia never let that teeth showing smirk of her fade as she realized this fact. It was her first time fighting someone with the ability to shrink or grow their limbs at will and she found herself thrilled by the prospect of the unknown.
The wolf-human jumped to her right, twisting her body around to face Sha whom had already retracted his right hand. Shrieking once more, Sha threw his both his hands forward in quick succession aiming to pierce Basia's body.
Yet the female fighter hopped, rolled, jumped, and occasionally parried each attack, mostly on her hand and feet.
The creature known as Sha grew angry, unable to process why he hadn't killed this woman yet. Unlike most participants in this Galactic Death Tournament, Sha had never been in a fight. Not a true fight anyway.
Though a dangerous killer, Sha knew nothing about the most basic of concepts when it came to battle.
And thus, he didn't realize he was doing nothing but wasting his energy.
After a whole 2 minutes of literal insanity, Sha withdrew both his hands and simply stared at Basia.
"What wrong?" The hybrid asked honestly. "You tired? Having good workout. Very fun. You have fun?"
Sha shook in anger, unable to understand the words Basia due to his madness and so coming to the conclusion that he is being insulted.
The creature crouched down on his legs once more, this time letting his hands drop to the floor. He launched forward at his full speed of 60 mph aiming to run this mistakenly disrespectful hybrid over with his powerful legs and chewed up by his sharp fingers.
Basia crouched as low as she could, hugging her arm close to her chest. Like before, she waited till the last possible second, only this time she charged straight at Sha.
Basia held her arm at her side, wide smile showing off her fangs as her pupils shrunk. Sha brought his arms up, kicking sand out into the open air.
In an instant, almost everyone watching seemed to have blinked at the same time, missing the conclusion of the fight.
"Its over!" All could hear The Warden shout as the masses processed what exactly they missed as their minds struggled to catch up.
Sha stood, blood dripping from his clawed fingers. Laying at his feet, the bloodied mess of that half wolf human that dared insult him.
As if he didn't suffer every day for being the last member of his race.
As if he didn't suffocate with each life he took...at first. In time, he admitted to enjoying it. Necessary, yet enjoyable.
Sha screamed victoriously ripping the image of the hybrid into a blood soaked mess barely different then shredded meat.
He then turned skyward and jumped once more, only this time the invisible barrier that kept him from the audience failed to deploy.
Sha shrieked, massacring every being that stood before him. Women, men, old, young, it didn't matter. His entire race was forfeit to the darkness. Only blood stained in equal measure would balance the scale and let his people rest in peace.
He kept track. Counted every soul he slain to appease the gods his people worshiped.
3,567,903.
The number of his people lost: 3,830,152.
Soon, Sha would balance the scale and liberate his peoples' souls from eternal torment. With luck, his slaughter here would be the last needed before he would offer his own life up in retribution.
And thus is how Sha rationalized his life of murder.
A wonderful dream for the last of a fallen race.
Reality never caught up with the insectoid as the last essence of life left his body as he continued to dream of the slaughter up until the very last moment.
Face down in the sand, dark green and purple blood oozing out of his pieced exoskeleton with all manner of organs scattered around, Sha died in a blissful dream.
Basia stood, red died arm held wide as she let out a long laugh. "Never thought it be so fun! Prison is best! Fight is fun!"
"Amazing!" The Warden shouted. "Most of you, hell probably all of you watching didn't see what happened so I'll explain!"
"In that brief instant, that 0.01 seconds it takes for most species brains to process, Basia increased her speed drastically. She got inside Sha's defenses, pierced his exoskeleton, and ripped out everything her claw could get a grip on."
"I bet Sha didn't even noticed he lost as his perception and reality took two very different paths."
"It's not a special trick, especially if you outclass your foe as they -more often than not- move faster than you could keep an eye on. It takes great discipline to use such an advantage in a brief instant, hinting at a rather genius fighter. Combine that with the clear fact that Basia was holding back and it should be obvious why Sha stood no chance once things got serious!"
"It's no wonder why she defeated the 3rd highest ranked Galactic Patrolmen despite that figure having a fighting power almost twice as large! He was beaten so badly that Patrolmen was forced into early retirement!"
Some of the crowd gasped, while others whined that if they knew such information they would've bet differently.
"Indeed, there is much more to this furry fighter than meets the eye!" The Warden continued, smiling as he extended a hand at Basia. "Lets hear it for Basia Serigala, the first round winner of the Galactic Death Tournament!"
The crowd roared in murderous glee, satisfied by this first of many offerings for their desire to see blood.
Basia closed her eyes, offering a peace sign as she smiled much like a child praised for the first time.
Such seeming innocence from a marauding pirate made The Warden and all his followers sick.
After a few minutes, the same set of doors Basia Serigala arrived from opened. Four guardsmen approached, surrounding the hybrid from all sides.
"Basia, congratulations on your victory." The one facing her spoke, or so it seemed as they all wore masks. "Please, follow us back to the waiting room. Other fights will be taking place soon."
"Other fights?" Basia repeated with a smile. "My fight after?"
"Much later, but yes. You will fight again and we shall tell you when."
A small crowd waited for the first round winner, revealed in the minutes it took Basia and her escorts to arrive at the waiting room.
Some congratulated her in the simplest of ways.
Some scorned her, claiming they will do better.
Some said nothing.
And some looked upon Basia Serigala, desiring a fight with the first round winner of the Galactic Death Tournament.
"I won fight!" She said. "You do too so we fight next!"
With those words, the crowd parted as her sponsor approached and together they walked towards the wolf-man who seems to know Basia.
"We shall take a 10 minute interval to set up for the next match." A guardsmen stated. "The two criminals fighting it out need special preparations before being unleashed against each other."
"Most be two of these so called Society's Refuse everyone calls these type of prisoners." Hiroha stated, picking his nose. "Guys like that would kill you for breathing the same air as em. Nothing but trouble."
"Heh, not as much trouble as a female from my species!" Grim Grops cut it, arm around his girl. "Those feisty creatures have both parts down under! It can cause some hot and questionable adult fun if you know what I mean!"
Hiroha gave Grim Grops a look that spoke volumes on how utterly astonished and disgusted he was at that given moment. "Dude...What in the Kais made you think this was a good time to say something so messed up?"
Grim Grops shrugged. "Ah, forgot most you civilized species only have one and only one type or the other when it comes to reproductive parts. No wonders you'd wouldn't get the jokes bout the cultured tastes my species has to offer. Everyone on my planet would laugh at em thought."
"Your species culture is fucked." Hiroha said with a sigh. "I swear to all the gods I forgot you were like this."
"No one is quite like my sugar plumb!" Pumpkin added, kissing her lover's cheek.
"Ah thanks Pumpkin bread, and I missed you too boss." Grim Grops finished with a smile.
"I meant to ask." Cu spoke up before Hiroha could add anything further. "My sponsor, do you know them?"
"Ah yes...your sponsor..."Seelo started. "I'm afraid you won't be meeting them...ever, most certainly."
Cu raised his eyebrow. "Why not? Don't you lot bet on us to win these matches?"
"Actually, he bet you'd lose." Miss Konto answered, drawing the purple whiskered humanoid's attention.
Cu's eyes widened at this bit of news. "Why?" Was all he could ask in the most simple of context.
"Its obvious, you poor soul." Miss Konto gave the purple humanoid a sad smile. "Sorry to say, but you've been matched up against Wraith."
"So...I am to die for certain..." Cu let out a sigh, casting his gaze to the ground. "I knew that to be a possibility when I was assigned this mission..." His gaze rose as he continued. "When will that match take place?"
"Ah, I believe it is the 13th match." Seelo answered, placing a finger up. "Depending on the pacing of these matches, you may live to see tomorrow or so our fine host explained in painstaking detail."
'Enough time to set things in order.' The Red Faction agent thought, he turned around expecting to find his partner behind him. His eyes widened briefly as Rouge was nowhere to be seen. Until Cu look across the room anyway.
"Of course..." He muttered with the shake of his head, matching over to his partner.
Rouge looked to be in deep conversation with Basia, with her black fury, wolf-man companion off to the side observing the detail. The look on the latter's face seemed to scream "OH NO THERE'S TWO OF THEM!" or at least it seemed to be the case as far as Cu could decipher.
As he closed in, he caught the tail end of a story the hybrid was sharing.
"-after putting down the cowards, I take control of ship again. Fight make crew grow spine after mutiny I think, so I ram ship into station belonging to Ga-lak-tick Pa-troll. Fought tough foe there, took arm but I won. Someone shot me after and I blanked out. Next know, in cell with Good Dog here."
Basia pointed her thumb at the wolf-man. He wore a grey shirt underneath a loose trench coat with the sleeves ripped off, a dull blue-grey jeans with tears around the lowest parts where his fur legs can be seen, a single silver hoop ring on his right ear, bandages around his arms with arm guards tied around with thick black string on the underside of his arms, a red sash around his waist, and lacing holster belt tied into the sash for his single hand sword and hatchet.
"Only one that stays with me, listens to me, all others die or suck hahaha."
Rouge let out a laugh. "I can feel that! It's hard to find crew that stick with you to the end." His eyes glanced at the so called "Good Dog", smiling as the wolf-man flinched. "He's one of the rare ones. Treasure him while you can."
Basia nodded with a wide grin, backing up a tad so she could reach out and smack her comrade in the shoulder. "I app-re-shi-ate you, Good Dog!"
The wolf-man let his arms drop as he bowed his head forward. "Thanks Captain." He let out an sigh. "Again, my name's Bara Dulf..."
"That's what said. Good Dog."
Bara Dulf let out a deeper sigh.
"Making friends, Rouge?" Cu called out to his partner before stopping a few feet from the man.
"Damn straight Cu!" Rouge smiled wide, lifting his arm so Basia could sneak in. "Me and Basia here are best friends now! Ain't nothing coming between us and a good fight!"
"Best Friends!" Basia repeated with enthusiasm. "When fight! Good fight! Best fight!"
"You don't even know when or where on the board you'll be fighting." Cu interrupted their hooah.
"Oh, I can answer that for you." The voice of Miss Konto called from behind. Cu turned around, semi-surprised she chose to follow him.
"You'll be fighting in the 3rd match Rouge." Miss Konto stated, crossing her arms under her chest. "If you can win twice, there's a chance your new buddy here can fight you."
"Now you are talking!" Rouge turned a full 90 degrees, leaning over and clasping Basia's good hand in his. "You win your next match Basia old buddy and we will fight the round after that!"
"Basia promise will win! You no lose till you fight Basia! Promise!"
"Oh getting cocky huh?" Rouge flashed his teeth in a smirk. "Fine! It's a promise! Don't you go down to whichever scumbag wins this next match ok?"
"OK!"
Behind the pair, Bara Dulf rubbed his hands together, closing his eyes as he muttered a prayer. "Kais above, please save my damned soul from these crazy battle freaks! One is bad enough, I don't need two in my life!"
Warden nodded as he passed by Surge. The warlord remained in the same position he held since the first match; leaning up against the wall behind the "announcer's square" with his arms crossed.
He doubted the man moved at all, let alone seemed to blink.
The Warden shrugged at Surge's unresponsive nature, stepping onto the square platform once more.
"Scum of the Underworld! Thank you for your patience!" The Warden shouted, holding his left fist into the air. "We are ready to begin the second match of the Galactic Death Tournament! How bout you?!"
"YEAAAHHHH!" The audience roared their reply.
"That's what we like to hear!" Warden smiled. "As we said before, this fight is between two individuals labeled as Society's Refuse! What are the chances that these two anti-society rejects are also two of the strongest combatants we have available for you today?!"
"Let us introduce the first fighter! The only one of this fighting pair that can speak!"
"From the Western Galaxy, his species have been known to carve bloody paths through entire galaxies on their never ending headhunts! A creature that required the entire higher ranking Galactic Patrolmen to mobilize in order to subdue! An evil spawn that should have been terminated if not for the new number 1 Patrolman's hopelessly naive nature!"
"He has hunted heads across the West, South, East, and North Galaxies in that order! A member of the rare few species that are unable to use ki! Rated at a power level of 320,480! "
"From the infamous Golic race, I present to you: GHORODORK THE TERRIBLE!"
The set of doors off on The Warden's left opened, revealing a massively muscular green skinned warrior standing at an easy 7.5 feet dressed in primitive leather armor with various spikes fashioned from the bones of his victims worn above a golden brown colored robe.
He has darker green hair slicked back against his skull, side burns that extended 6 inches off the sides of his face, and 5 dreaded locks of facial hair tied underneath his massive, fang bearing mouth.
His ears long and each had at least two piercings. His piercing yellow eyes glowed and if one meet his gaze, you would think he was looking into your soul.
He held a wicked curved sword in each muscular hand.
Ghorodork the Terrible let out a snort, his breath visible as it escaped his powerful nose. He stepped forward, resting his swords upon his shoulder. The Golic eyes raced as he took in every individual soul in the crowd before him.
So many heads to harvest, he surely thought.
Ghorodork stopped himself roughly in the center of the arena, lowering his swords as he slowly spun around to take in the full crowd.
He let out a loud roar, throwing his weapon welding hands to his sides.
"I WILL HUNT THE HEADS OF EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOOOOUUUU!"
The crowd, energizing with the mass murderer's energy, roared in their shared desire for bloodshed.
Ghorodork allowed himself a slight smile before focusing on the set of camouflaged doors his new prey would arrive from.
"His opponent!" The Warden called out, extending his right hand up past his head. "A victim of an regretfully uncommon occurrence seen throughout the entire universe! A being possessed body and soul, twisted into a mass murdering demon!"
"A type of unfortunate soul, whom by law, are to be killed on sight! That's right, I am talking about a Devil Possessed!"
A number of the crowd gasped at the mentioned of the classified "disease" known to afflict people whom travel to the Demon Realm and stay within that mirror of this reality for too long.
Given the nature of the Demon Realm, portals to that plane of existence tend to pop up at random times throughout the universe.
Of course, permanent portals to the Demon Realm do exist. They are simply rare and a close guarded secret to those that know their locations. For it is an active policy of the Kais to seal any such portals -temporary or permanent- that they become aware of.
Not that they have been as aware as they should be...specifically here in the Northern Galaxy...
"You all may find yourselves rightfully questioning why, by all the Kais in the universe, would the Galactic Patrol possess such a dangerous creature amongst their prisoner rosters?!" The Warden continued. "When the King of the Galaxy himself, the Galactic Patrol's direct boss no less, passed the very law declaring their very existence a Category 4 threat and therefore subject to immediate termination!"
"Dissidents of the Underworld, the answer is simple: The current Galactic Patrol are run by fools. Hypocrites whom have lost the true meaning of justice and are more than willing to break the very laws they are sworn to uphold for the sake of their misplaced hopes!"
Warden twisted his body, throwing his left hand to the side as he continued his rant. "They believe that by studying the Devil Possessed, they can find a way to reverse the process! That they can save the innocent lives transformed by the demons! To revert what has been proven irreversible several times over!"
"I can relate to the desire of saving those that haven't had the choice to commit to evil. To spare those whom had their free will taken from them. However, better men have tried and failed. Those of you who still remember the days of the old Planet Trade or are a student of galactic history will know what I mean. To those who do not, allow me to state this..."
"If even the benevolent Lord Blizzard, with the full technological might and all the scientific minds of the North, East, West, and South Galaxies could not find a cure, what hubris is it in hoping to do what this joint effort could not with barely a fraction of those resources!?"
"Thus, with this hubris brought on by the upper echelon of the Galactic Patrol, we individuals that have organized Galactic Death Tournament took it upon ourselves to follow the law like all good galactic citizens and present to you a treat unlike any you have ever seen before or will ever see again in your sin filled lives!"
"Upon his release, the match will begin!" Warden raised his free arm up in the air, forming his hand into a chop. "A possessed innocent that has lost all sanity, morals, emotion, and anything else the demon inside views as worthless!"
"A body pushed to its absolute limit and beyond, with a drive to kill every living soul it can find before finally dying from a quickly draining lifespan!"
"With a power lever rated at 450,000!" As The Warden spoke the next part, his hand flew down to his side in a chopping motion, signaling the gates to open and reveal the fighter laying behind.
"I present to you; Aggi the Devil Possessed!"
The hidden double door on the empty side of the arena began to open, as soon as even a crack was formed, a pair of hands stock out from the opening. As soon as these hands appeared, the grabbed both ends of the door and pushed then apart.
The doors screeched thanks to the sudden added force of these two hands, a face with red pupils was soon revealed as the hydraulics in the opening system struggled for control.
Aggi, a bald humanoid with a mighty figure pulsing with veins all over his naked body, took one step through the threshold and pushed the two doors aside. Sparks ran out across the tracks the doors normally would travel, yet surprisingly the system wasn't broken in any way.
When the original owners of this station built this arena, the accounted for over eager participants whom would do what they could to quicken their arrival into these execution grounds.
Meaning that these camouflaged doors could take quite the beating and still function in working order.
To prove the point, these very same doors closed without issue as soon as Aggi brought his entire body through.
The Devil Possessed had dark eyes with red pupils, a face framed by so many pulsing veins on his forehead and top, and lipless mouth permanently portrayed in a sinister smile.
He stood a mighty 8 feet with skinned colored in the same type of red as someone who completed a 5 hour workout routine, muscles bulked out to the limit with pulsing blood vessels across his entire body, and overgrown toe nails shaped like claws.
Aggi stood naked, however his reproductive organs were discarded long ago as the devil inside view them as unnecessary.
Aggi's main blood arteries in his arms, chest, and upper legs were black in color, a sign of the lesser demon within commanding this doomed vessel as is pleased.
To the faint of heart, one look at this cursed soul would've been enough to make one pass out from fear.
To Ghorodork, it was enough to cause the proud warrior to chuckle.
"Strong one." He said before rolling his shoulders. "Worth head to claim...it's been so long..."
No sooner had these words left his mouth that the Golic headhunter rushed forward at a speed faster than most would think a muscular giant would possess.
Aggi replied in kind, running towards his new prey at matching speed.
The pair closed within striking distance, Aggi slid to a halt aiming an elbow into Ghorodork's left eye. The latter ducked down, dodging the blow as he brought his two curved swords across Aggi's chest.
Sparks flew from the strike, and Ghorodork released his grip on his swords.
Why would he release the two weapons he used to cut the heads off his victims for decades? Simple.
They snapped in two upon trying to cut the chest of the Devil Possessed.
Ghorodork wasn't concerned, this isn't the first time weapons broke on him during headhunting. He showed this by grunting, pushing himself up and headbutting Aggi's chin.
The massive man staggered back, allowing Ghorodork to rise to his full height. He grabbed the sides of Aggi's face, digging in his sharp nails in a death grip and headbutting his foe again, pulled his face back and headbutted the red skinned man once more.
When Ghorodork pulled his head back for a fourth attack, Aggi pulled his left hand up and pushed the Golic's head. The headhunter struggled to hold on, nails barely scratching Aggi's skin as Ghorodork tried to hold on. Despite his best efforts, it was a loosing battle.
Ghorodork let go, backpedaling away as fast as he could while recovering his balance. Aggi held his ground, chest moving up and down as if...
As if he is laughing without uttering a sound.
Ghorodork snorted, fuming at the clear insult. With a battle roar, he charged forward once more. This time, Aggi held his ground in anticipation of his prey's next feeble attempt to defeat him.
Ghorodork unleashed a fury of undisciplined attacks, attempting to strong arm his way to victory like he always has.
Aggi blocked, parried, or dodged each attack. The demon inside waited a full minute before striking at Ghorodork's knees with a left kick. The blow connects, as the Golic headhunter never had to concern himself with dodging before, as in every fight he's ever been in were against foes barely half his strength at best.
This habit of his cost him dearly as the blow caused his leg to buckle. Aggi follows with an uppercut with his right. Ghorodork the Terrible flies an inch off the ground, landing on his back, eyes wide by the shock.
For the first time since he set on his headhunting journey, the Golic found himself on the loosing end of a battle.
"I...I do not understand!" Ghorodork the Terrible shouted, raising himself off the ground. "Decades of warfare across the four galaxies! Hundreds of battles against foes of all kinds! I have never fought something like you!"
Aggi tilted his head, his forever smile working wonders on inflicting psychological damage.
Ghorodork let out a loud roar filled with anguish and fury. "I AM GHORODROK THE TERRIBLE! RAVAGER OF WORLDS! DESTROYER OF HOPE! I WILL HUNT YOUR HEAD AS DEMANDED BY THE BLOOD GODS OF GOLIC!"
And then the Golic warrior did something truly alarming. He bit off a part of the back of his hand, sucked up the blood pouring out of the self afflicted wound, and charged forward.
Once in range, Ghorodork the Terrible spit out the blood in his mouth, blinding Aggi with a mix of Golic blood and spit. He threw his fist forward, aiming at the Devil Possessed face.
Ghorodork let out a laugh, and cut himself off when Aggi caught his fist in a jujitsu finger hold.
"How?!" Was all the Golic could shout before the red skinned humanoid twisted the caught hand around. Ghorodork cursed, unable to break through the hold with his bare strength.
His nostrils flared in rage, his breathing easily heard as he struggled in vain.
"If you think...something like this... can defeat me..." Ghorodork the Terrible said, pausing every few words to grunt through the pain. "then...YOU ARE AN IDIOT!"
Again, the Golic warrior took a drastic course of action. He raised his free hand in a chop and in a single brutal motion, cut his held hand straight through.
Aggi rose the severed hand to eye level, looking at it briefly before returning his gaze to his amusing prey.
Ghorodork, with his only hand, grabbed onto Aggi's shoulder and aimed to headbutt the Devil Possessed once more.
This time, Aggi countered with a short uppercut. Ghorodork staggered back, Aggi pursing with footwork those on Earth would recognized as boxing.
Ghorodork managed to raise his guard to block the boxing strikes aimed at his head, furious at the insult that Aggi chose to keep his severed hand in his demonic grasp in an attempt to hit the Golic headhunter with his own body part.
Blinded by his anger, Ghorodork failed to see Aggi suddenly grab his good arm until the latter started pulling him forward. As the Golic warrior's mouth opened wide in surprise, Aggi landing a kick right in his jaw.
The sound of bone snapping reached the audience as if they were right next to the pair. Ghorodork let out something unintelligible, his jaw clearly broken by the last impact.
Aggi released the Golic warrior, allowing him to fall. Then, with the nudge of his left foot, rolled Ghorodork onto his back.
As if he had all the time in the world, Aggi slowly sat on the headhunter, pinning him beneath his legs. The Devil Possessed twirled Ghorodork's severed hand around, holding it with its palm open. He proceeded to smack Ghorodork's face with his own severed hand over and over, front and back handed.
Aggi started slow at first, then increased his speed gradually until his hand was a blur. All the while, if one noticed, Aggi's chest moved like before.
Like he was laughing without making a sound. Perhaps, the lesser demon inside was laughing. Laughing at the suffering he was inflicting on his newest victim and yet no one could hear it.
For it chose to discard Aggi's vocal cords as it view them as unnecessary.
Suddenly, after turning Ghorodork's face into an unrecognized mess, Aggi stood up.
He glanced at the mushy remains of the Golic's severed hand before tossing it aside with a shrug.
Aggi rose to his two feet, stepping over Ghorodork. He walked about 12 feet away before coming to a halt, allowing his still breathing prey one last chance.
A chance to lash out one more time before he finally ended his life.
Ghorodork the Terrible laid in a daze. His mind trying to comprehend all that had befalling him in the past few minutes.
'Did I...lose?' He asked inwardly. 'Have I finally found a being who's head I cannot claim?'
'The elders...they told me I am one of the strongest Golic warriors they have seen in 500 years...I have claimed millions of heads from the vermin that populate the universe, all in the name of our gods that demand their sacrifice...'
'I have been defeated, not by the vermins' tricks like those used to imprison me, but by the superior force of one stronger that I, champion of the Golic race.'
'Am I to die here? Banished from paradise for losing in such a dishonorable fashion?'
Ghorodork coughed up blood, his mind silent as he took a few deep breaths.
'No. I refuse.' He let out a huff, pulling his knees up. With his good hand, Ghorodork push himself to his feet. 'If I am to die, it shall be as a warrior and not some cowardly vermin crawling on the ground!'
Ghorodork the Terrible let out one final, defiant roar followed by a string of barely audible words due to his broken jaw.
"I AM A PROUD GOLIC WARRIOR! YOUR DEATH SHALL BRING HONOR TO MY KIN AND THE GODS THAT DEMAND YOUR BLOOD!"
Aggi didn't so much a move in response, further agitating the Golic headhunter.
Ghorodork charged forward, legs pumping at full speed. He didn't care anymore.
He didn't care if this rash move cost him his life.
He didn't care about this death tournament, or the other heads he could hunt.
All that mattered in that moment, was slaying the foe before him no matter the cost.
The Golic warrior slid once only a few feet remained, throwing his good arm back for a punch aimed at the back of Aggi's head. He got within two inches before Aggi whirled around, grabbed Ghorodork's hand, and pulled while still spinning.
A full shoulder throw. Ghorodork flew off his feet as Aggi threw him over and unto the ground.
The force dove Ghorodork the Terrible head first into the arena floor. His head digging into the ground so deep the rest of his body remained upright. Sand absorbed the blood leaking from the Golic's cracked skull, creating dark spots around the massive headhunter.
Aggi looked at his fallen prey. He puffed up in chest, in pride perhaps, then turned away to walk towards the door he arrived from.
"WE HAVE A WINNER!" The Warden yelled. "2nd match goes to Aggi the Devil Possessed! Not to anyone's surprise, as he is the 2nd strongest fighter in the entire tournament!"
As he spoke, a containment field enveloped Aggi freezing the dangerous being where he stood. Just as quickly, four guardsmen approached with a large coffin shaped case made of rare metals designed to hold dangerous combatants within for transport to and fro the arena.
As his subordinates worked in conjunction with the guardsmen controlling the containment field from a separate room, the chief of the prison turned his head around, extending a hand towards Surge. "I now ask our esteemed guest of honor, Surge, to offer his comments on the fight witnessed before our eyes."
Surge let out a grunt, pushing himself off the wall he hadn't moved from since the start of the tournament. The brown skinned man slowly walked forward, stopping once he was beside The Warden.
The latter held his free hand across his chest with a smile, like he was about to bow but never even tilted his head forward, while holding the mic up to his shoulder. "So us all those brains behind the brawn, Warlord Surge."
Surge glared at Warden with the same intense gaze he gave everything that annoyed him. He stepped into the center of the platform designated for announcements, swiped the mic from the MC's hand, then tapped it once to test the device before beginning his commentary.
"There are numerous reasons why the universe have all unanimously agreed to slay any Devil Possessed that happen to wonder into our side of reality." Surge started. "More often than not, these rare cases of being are rightfully viewed as a force of nature. Even Lord Blizzard and the infamous Frieza took extra care when dealing with them."
"When it comes to the Devil Possessed, its all a gamble. They break the spirit of the weak minded idiot that spent too much time in the Demon Realm, twisting it into a vessel for that particular lesser demon's personal preference. There's a low chance they can return to our side of reality or spend whatever fickle lifespan remaining wondering the Demon Realm until they die from any number of means."
"When a Devil Possessed shows up on this side however, heads roll. In vast quantities. They are sadistic creatures, often playing with their prey as they like to destroy both their physical bodies and their spirits. A common trait held by almost all demons, regardless of ranking. Which is why Aggi took his time with Ghorodork instead of ruthlessly destroying him in 3 seconds."
Surge paused a moment to roll his shoulders.
"Each Devil Possessed differs in power, though it commonly believed they do not raise above 500,000 as that is beyond the capabilities of lesser demons or a cap set in place so they do not burn through all of their host's life force in a matter of seconds given the nature of this forceful power increase."
"Devil Possessed always retain what the demon inside view as necessary and discards the rest, both inward and out. That is why we seen Aggi preforming what looks to be martial arts. It seems that, whoever Aggi was, knew something about combat and so the demon chose to retain and perhaps expand upon that particular knowledge."
"Against a thuggish Golic, who's only advantage are their undisciplined, brutish strength, its easy to defeat them if you can fight smart. Power levels be damned." Surge took a moment to glance at both sides of the audience.
"Ghorodork the Terrible was an abomination among his species. Averagely, they possess a power level of 25,000. They send those that have chosen the life of a headhunter out into the galactic community once they reach the age of maturity, where they keep harvesting heads until they die."
"In most cases, this is a problem for the Western Galaxy. Occasionally, Golics spread out into the neighboring galaxies to torment them for a spell."
"Ghorodork was one of the most successful Golic headhunters. He killed so many in the name of his gods without fail. That was his major flaw."
"For all the heads he hunted, he never once fought for his life before." Surge paused. "His hubris lead to his downfall, never mind the clear difference in fighting power."
"Thus it was only a matter of time until Aggi emerged victorious, with Ghorodork's only real chance at victory being the demon inside Aggi burning through what remains of his life force."
"Thank you very much for that insider information, Surge." The Warden said, clapping his hands and nodding Surge to step aside. "Pays to do your homework" He muttered to the criminal warlord passed by, grabbing the mic the latter held onto ever so loosely.
With the full attention of his audience, The Warden extended his left hand up in the air. "Two matches down in the first round! Lets keep the bloodshed rolling!"
The Underworld scum cheered their approval. With a smirk, Warden continued with his announcement. "That's what I like to hear! In a few minutes time, we shall begin the 3rd match of the Galactic Death Tournament! The fighters squaring off against one another, Aliebaba and Rouge!"
"Ladies and Gents of the Underground, place your bets!"
Power levels:
Sha: 46,000
Basia Serigala: 65,000
Aggi: 450,000
Ghorodork the Terrible: 320,480
And thus ends a new entry to Dragon Ball Double S!
Oh boy the first two round of the GDT. Both were matches were the victors were playing around with their foes, for very different reasons of course, but that's how you truly enjoy a match when the gap in power is vastly different. Course if one isn't careful you could still die even with a higher power level, but we will come to that in due course.
As one can tell, I'm tending toward more melee oriented combat then massive energy attack flying everywhere with this arc so far.
Kinda getting back to thee old days of Dragon Ball in a way. Not that there's not gonna be energy blasts flying around at points haha.
Thinking I'll try to keep the pace of two matches per entry for the First Round here, and see how it goes from there.
Hope you lot enjoy the world building we got going on with the universe given all the different bit we going going on while introducing the backgrounds of these fighters.
I should also thank once again all those that participated in the contest to help fill the ranks for this tournament. Thus far, Grim Grops is the only character introduced thus far submitted by someone, more will come as the matches continue and I'll give credit to the submitter once their particular matches have been held.
For those of you that read the Dragon Ball Super Manga, I wonder how many of u guys picked up on the references I've put in here and there.
Hope you have all enjoyed this and look forward to the entires that follow!
With the 3rd match set to begin, how will Rouge fare against his opponent Allebaba? Will Surge act out his role of finding recruits for Sub Zero, or simply watch ever prisoner die in the machinations of the GDT? When will The Warden and his loyal followers carry out what they see as true justice on the unsuspecting crowd composed of some of the biggest names in the Galactic Underworld?
Find out the answers to these questions and more next time on Dragon Ball Double S!