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.
Last edited by Caelum; 01-17-2013 at 12:35 AM.
The night was cold and the rain even colder. The odd scarred maiden in armor slept in her alleyway like always. Why was she even there? Because there wasn't a strong opponent left in the earth for her. All the heroes died out, and the big advanced contraptions that were used nowadays in war were too weak. She just sat there, in an alley, inmobile, for weeks and weeks.
Until she heard a roar in the distance. Her head perked up and her lips viciously curved into a smile.
"Can you feel it, Domalva?" She asked. A booming voice replied to her from besides her, "Of course I did you arrogant wench. I wasn't made just five thousand years ago!", the male voice chuckled in glee. The spirit fed on guilt and bloodshed, this was obviously good news. The feeling of a life-form far stronger than a human was something that brought him happiness, it had been years since his drooling snout ever smiled.
She got up, covered in her wet cloak, and at lightning speeds she took off, jumping atop the buildings until harshly landing atop a skyscraper. The vantage point let Domalva watch the tower of smoke rising above from afar. "It is beautiful! Onwards, slut, to carnage!" yelled out the wolf. The woman was already used to the derogatory names, so she didn't pay attention. Like a bullet, she shot towards the explosion, until colliding against another building, only to shoot out of the other side onto the next.
Finally she reached a building next to ground zero. Her body broke through the roof easily. Covered in debris, dust and small pieces of glass, the armored maiden let out a vicious roar. Calling out to the cause of the explosion. It didn't even sound human. Overlapping her voice was the guttural sounds of a thunderous male voice.
"I am Nakuma, and I will be your reaper, oh mighty warrior! Step forward, and let me hang you by your spine!"
Her feet stomped on the roof of the skyscrapper, planting herself.
A pivot of the heels, a gaze, and a slight look of curiosity sparked the males face. He need not tap the scouter, it automaticly detected the females power level.
"...5...10... Innacurate readings. Unable to match power patterns with known energy sources." The device beeped, and a low grumble uttered from the depths of the demons throat. Well, she looked fast. And she ran fast. She also had quite a mouth. Reminded him vaguely of a Saiyan, almost. Except without the manners.
Snapping out of his phase, his purple aura lightly flared. It was as if he was on fire. The pebbles, any loose stones around him on the rooftop, they floated in the air as the strength of the demon grey. Anyone who could sense power could feel it, like added weight on ones shoulders, as if someone suddenly tossed jugs of water onto ones shoulders- Yet, they were no slower, or weighed down. It was simply a feeling, and as the demons power steadied, so did the feeling, until it was nothing. All that could be seen was the faint purple aura, and the sliest of smirks on the mans face. He didn't know how strong this girl was, or even what abilities she possessed- It did not match any of his scouters readings. Instead, he relied on the good old tactic of times past.
He lifted up his right hand, palm facing the female, and without a single sound uttered from his mouth, he launched forward a beam of purple energy, as bright as a... bright... light. Yeah, as bright as that. Implying it would hit, which, was fairly unlikely, unless the girl was blissfully unaware or just not fast enough to dodge the fairly slow moving beam of energy, the burning sensation would be intense, like one was suddenly tossed into a raging inferno, only thrice as hot. Enough to cause burns, really.
Nakuma certainly felt the power behind the projectile. She wasn't certain if she could take it head on though. Without a second to spare, with the strength of her feet, she raised up a chunk of concrete and in swift motion, kicked it towards the dangerous magic that was aimed at her to dissipate it's energy, giving her more time to calmly jump out of harm's way onto another roof.
"Are you not powerful?! Bear your weapon and lay down your fancy tricks, you coward!"
Again, she repeated the move, and kicked a chunk of concrete towards the demonic being. She jumped onto another building, and did the same. She kept doing the same tactic, slowly getting closer and closer to him, using the pieces of concrete to impact whatever projectile he may shoot and hopefully stop it.
Nakuma's mouth opened, this time a guttural male voice overlapping hers.
"I'll cut off your limbs and fornicate your pale lifeless corpse, you craven!"
Her knees bended, and shot herself straight at the sorcerer at breakneck speed, leading her move with her right hand.
Seemingly, the attack was meant to hit him around the chest area, but her fist moved into the trayectory of an arch, then going to the ground beneath the demon. If it hit, hopefully he'd fall into the building and leave him surprised.
Hm. A wise tactic. She may be stronger then he thought.
Absent minded, he swatted away the concrete blocks with blasts of ki, his head churning with thoughts. Were all the humans of this planet this powerful? Was it simply this strange girl? Were the women of this planet somehow stronger then the men? It sure would fit the attitude. He made a quick, subtle grin to himself before snapping back into the action. Damn, she was fast. Could he keep up with that kind of speed?
Of course he could. For now. She launched herself forward, seeming to use the concrete to try and conceal her path. A clever tactic. He didn't quite see it coming, and tried to put up what he could to block the attack. A basic shield of his arms. When she launched it in an arc, however... His eyes swatted back and forth.
"Danger, danger!" Shouted the scouter into his ear and the world around him, but it was too late. She smashed into the ground, breaking apart the concrete below. He fell for a second, maybe half a second- Before realizing that he could fly. Whoops. As the ceiling collapsed around him, he launched himself up and past the building, high into the sky, much like a rocket. He stopped himself mid air with a huff, and, with a swing of his palm, sent another of his Platinum Blasters, this time, at the human, and the building around her.
Unless she could block the blasts, or avoid them, which were equally likely considering her speed, he hoped the surprise would work to his advantage, the building would light up like a sky light, explosions launching glass and building parts through each floor of the skyscraper, until eventually, the entire monster of a building collapsed into a heap of rubble and ash.
He watched the site below him, grinning wickedly, checking his scouter for signs of life.
His ability of flying took her by surprise. The sorceror stopped midair. She waited for his attack so she could retaliate, but much to her chagrin he sent another projectile towards her. The wolf inside her body chuckled, taunting her. In an angered and reckless move, she dove into the building, breaking through floors as a ball of magic followed closely behind her.
The fireball reached the bottom floor with a loud 'boom'. The entire building broke down. The dust from the debris followed a wide area, clouding whatever the demon could see from up above.
There was no sound. No movements. Just dust and the sound of rain. Everything seemed to point out that her foolish move brought her demise.
Until the sound of a thunderous laugh echoed from down below. Left, right, left, right. The sound seemed to come from everywhere at once. With no prior notice, reinforcing bars began to fly towards the wizard in the skies. Like weightless arrows, they flew with great speed. From one side, then the other, then the other. Thanks to the unsettling ashes, it gave the impression that the attack came from more than one person, but the fact that no more than one rebar was thrown at once gave away the lie.
The laugh kept going on, echoing, back and forth through the smoke screen. Nakuma was quite proud of the strategy she came up with, but it wouldn't work for long, her opponent seemed to be one that focused in ranged combat. She gritted her teeth and taking advantage of the dust and the flying steel bars, ran into another building, this time jumping into the glass doors.
Slowly, the malign laugh faded away. Ending with a cocky chuckle.
Hum. Another attempt to attack with sticks and stones? This girl was stupider then she appeared- Must be that thick head that kept her alive.
The male slid his hands to his side, and in a fit of anger, he swung two vortexes from each hand. They swirled like wild fires, sucking in the bars of metal into his hands- Into nothing. Rubble as well began to fly from the ground, absorbing itself into the vortex as well. Stupid, stupid girl.
After a few minutes, it seemed as if his vortex was done. Anything that could have been sucked up in the near area, was sucked up. His hands glowed purple, his eyes, fit with dedication. The scouter flashed.
"Cannot detect female energy source. Unknown." The scouter on his ear said. He growled, and spat on the ground. Worthless trash. If the girl wanted to play hide and seek-- Well, he could handle that.
He suddenly swung his hands out as far as they could reach, purple lightning crackling across his arms, as he began to slowly turn in place- Bright, thin beams of energy firing from his fingers. Wherever the beams hit, it seemed to cause small explosions, going through building after building like some sort of cutting-edge laser. It did not travel very far, and he was moving somewhat slow, but the beams were still there, and it would be quite simple to 'accidently' run into the slashing beams.
In a more calmed pace, Nakuma was climbing through the elevator shaft of the elevator, jumping from wall to wall.
"He's strong. And you know it. Why don't you draw your sword?" The wolf's voice echoed eerily through the dark tunnel. "I shall not draw my sword upon the small fry." Her cocky laugh took over Domalva's echoes as she expelled smugness from her mouth.
Tap, tap, boom. A bright beam of light cut through the building, interrupting her constant leaping. Nakuma, taken aback, fell through the elevator shaft as her rhythm was stopped. Nakuma's eyes widened, something about this demon sorcerer irked her. The blood that flowed through her veins were now replaced by pure hate towards him. Her fingers digged on the side of the shaft, slowing her fall leaving behind long scars on the walls. Her body stopped moving then, her breathing was erratic and her lips muttered curses like a sailor.
Nakuma had great strength, resilience and speed that were far beyond the abilities of even the mightiest warriors of her time. Seeing she was having a hard time to take down a pesky wizard made all those years of honing her body into an unstoppable war machine simply useless. A useless way to spend her days.
Her eyes looked up to the burning rubble falling towards her, and in unison, her voice and the wolf's roared loudly, trying to communicate him, "I'll snort your bones".
A white, horned mask with a bizarre expression on it's face materialized on her right hand from mist. It was fairly eerie, to say the least. Her eyes jumped to the pieces of rubble that were falling towards her from the explosion. With a war cry she launched herself and broke through them with her forehead. Without even losing her momentum, her body twisted like a cat's and flinged the mask to the sky, and like a magnet, stuck itself to the roof that was beggining to crumble down. For a split second, there was a slim reflection going from the mask to Nakuma's hand. Inmediately she was pulled up and launched high above, at the same height of Valor. The scarred maiden's blood was wiped off her forehead with the rain, dripping down through her face as she grinned.
She repeated the motion, and with incredible speed the mask was flinged at him. It cackled tauntingly, moving in a strang zig zagging pattern. Nakuma's plan was simple. The mask would bite onto the demon's foot and pull him against her. She was more than ready to meet him with a warm hug.
Was she throwing a mask at him? Did she forget he could fly? He tried to stifle a laugh, but it let out a bit- Just long enough for said mask to bite onto his foot. Okay, what the hell? His casting was interrupted, and he was beginning to be pulled towards the woman. He growled as he was pulled, eyes sparking into purple flames. This bitch was starting to piss him off.
"WARNING, WARNING! ALERT, ALERT!" The scouter screamed into his ear. He didn't need it to tell him that. As he was pulled towards the girl, he pulled back his right fist, and, with a clatter of energy, he launched a fist filled with ki towards the girl, towards her left cheek. If it hit, which, it might, it would be much like someone ramming a semi-truck into ones face. Which, considering the power of the girl, would hopefully be at least a moderately hurtful punch. He could not quite tell.
If this fist hit, and it did manage to stun her, he would follow up with his other hand, an equally large ki-fist to the face, followed by the other, and then the other- Attempting a combination of punches to the face. If he managed, to get ALL of these attacks done by some miracle of fighting stance, he would say, while she was hopefully stunned,
"Tell me, bitch, are all of your races women so disgusting?"
Nakuma's smile was wide, ear to ear. Through her head were feelings of glee, fear, anger, and affection, reverberating, clouding her judgement. Without even thinking of moving into a defensive position, Nakuma met Valor's punch, then the other, then the other. But she didn't back down. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and at the last hit she tried to hold his hands closed tightly with her fists. A laugh escaped through her teeth, spitting out blood onto the sorceror. She was obviously heavily injured by him, but apparently unaffected, at least mentally.
With blood still flowing out of her lips, she yelled at him "Are all your--" Her voice was suddenly accompanied by a deafening male voice, "FUCK YOU-"
Nakuma pulled back her head and snapped it back to headbutt him repeteadly. If she managed to give him one or two hits, she'd kick him down to ground level and get pulled back with him with the mask.