Battle of the Century (Striker VS Caelum!)
LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!
Eyes watched. A light beeping tapped from the side of a small, sleek device at the side of a males head. Weak. An entire city, and not a soul in sight. Why was he here? Well, planetary destruction, of course. Why else would one come to some backwash planet like this hellhole and waste more then a minute. Rain against his heavy hair as his eyes watched the dimming lights of the city from atop his perch, his clothes swaying in the breeze.
"Earth- 65% water, 35% surface earth. Primary resource- Oxygen-Iron-Copper. Life: Human-Powerlevel- 5-15." A voice hummed in his ear, his automated systems giving him a warning of what was ahead of him. Really, a trashy planet. Not even worth destroying. He would clear this out quickly, get it over with, and head back to lord Frieza- Considering the average power level of this planet, he needn't even slightly raise his power. He kept himself calm and collected as he examined the city once more.
Hands held behind his back, a small, purple charge began to glow in his palm. A light hum sounded out, and with a swing of the hand, a small green energy blast could be seen flying down the street. Mid-way, it split into multiple blasts, growing larger and larger, before colliding with the asphalt road below. A loud blast devastated an entire street block in a matter of seconds, blowing apart buildings and concrete alike. As the dust settled, all that could be seen was twisted metal, destroyed buildings and the charred corpses of what remained of the hiding populace. Hiding, or sleeping... It mattered little. Atop the building from before, the lone survivor of this carnage looked over the damage, and smiled.
A sickening smile. A smile of death. This was just the beginning of his genocide, and no man, woman, or child, would survive.