She'll have to throw a tantrum then cause even Nymira can't be trusted in a machina workshop lol
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Viral had his focus for now, his rational thinking was now completely out the window and he was now on the hunt for this Elite. His body had enough of the injuries he was sustaining, he had transformed even though he tried hard to avoid it. He couldn’t hold back his rage as it erupted from the earth and directed him to tear the Elite apart no matter the cost. Despite missing the man he didn’t seem any less determined to try and snatch him out of the air again as he fled, his claws swinging again before his heavy body dropped back down to the ground again with a heavy thud to let out that roar. He was going to kill him and it was going to be fun, to listen to him squeal for his life when he’ll be chasing him down and tearing him apart. He was going to make sure the Elite was wrecked with terror and regret before he decided if he was done with his suffering or not. Watching the Elite for only a moment, he soon grinned widely and immediately started charging straight for him, tearing across the landscape before he was suddenly blasted by a large Ki blast, destroying the landscape around him as he didn’t even flinch.
The blast was certainly powerful, there was no doubt about that, but its effectiveness wasn’t enough to take down Viral. The blast had been divided by where he stood, curving off to the sides as if he was a pillar. Once the blast was over and everything started to clear up, Viral remained standing. His body was smoking, his hard scales partially seared off with blood oozing from his wounds; however, with barely a reaction from Viral his wounds healed rapidly as his own body smoked, his grin just as wicked as ever. He looked downright insane and the piercing gaze he was giving the Elite wasn’t helping with any trust the others might hold in him. Watching the Elite he let out a hiss before he started charging. He was going to enjoy this, the man had become such a coward after all that posturing earlier. Once he got close enough he immediately leapt through the air, landing in front of the Elite before he threw his claws around at the Elite, laughing as he did. They had toyed around with him and now it was his turn, like a cat playing around with an injured mouse. He was just going to keep going, his next action instead to kick out at him in delight.
The blast was certainly powerful, there was no doubt about that, but its effectiveness wasn’t enough to take down Viral. The blast had been divided by where he stood, curving off to the sides as if he was a pillar. Once the blast was over and everything started to clear up, Viral remained standing. His body was smoking, his hard scales partially seared off with blood oozing from his wounds; however, with barely a reaction from Viral his wounds healed rapidly as his own body smoked, his grin just as wicked as ever. He looked downright insane and the piercing gaze he was giving the Elite wasn’t helping with any trust the others might hold in him. Watching the Elite he let out a hiss before he started charging. He was going to enjoy this, the man had become such a coward after all that posturing earlier. Once he got close enough he immediately leapt through the air, landing in front of the Elite before he threw his claws around at the Elite, laughing as he did. They had toyed around with him and now it was his turn, like a cat playing around with an injured mouse. He was just going to keep going, his next action instead to kick out at him in delight.
The man had been quiet enough on the ride with his gaze directed out at the horizon throughout the entire travel. He barely glanced at the others and even then it was a case of not caring much about them. They probably didn’t much care for him either, he was just some guy who came out of the sky and helped them for a bit before hopping on for a ride. He could easily fly back himself, but that was tiring and it was so far away too so hitching a ride was the better way to go about travelling anyway. That was a nicer way to put it rather than ‘there’s probably not going to be any trouble but I’m just doing what I was told’ that could’ve been his explanation first. It wasn’t that he was too lazy to say that he doubted they’d get attacked now that they were on high alert, he just didn’t want to say that and have to be the one to get on the horse. He didn’t like riding horses, he wasn’t built for riding horses and knew she’d set him on one if he so much as made any sort of quip about the danger level. She was just like that.
Upon arriving he felt somewhat relieved and impatient, he was definitely looking forward to getting back on his own feet again and getting this Machina fixed just so the air would clear up. It was so negative right now and he didn’t like it, it just make him feel awkward and not particularly wanting to be here with them even though he was there to help. It was all just so annoying, he was not entirely sure about whether the Machina having everyone all upset was because they couldn’t afford another one, this one did look particularly fancy and human-like after all. Maybe it was to blend it in with the crowd and not have everyone poking at it. Being poked at was never fun, he always ended up as a subject to that because he was a Dimuran. Always either some punk trying to be brave in front of his friends or some kid pulling his tail. Ever since he attached the blade onto the end kids had become less likely to try and pull it, but even then there was always the annoying brats who just tried to anger him. He wondered if this female Dimuran ever got annoyed by brats like he did, then again she was a ground Dimuran and probably would give those kids such a look that they would feel fear for centuries after.
Keeping quiet in the back he wiped the outside of his goggles with his scarf, just minding his own business while the others talked amongst themselves and the area was explained. It was a nice place, they should like it enough to hang around for a bit but hopefully not be all sappy and annoying while they were doing so. Their mechanic and machinist was top notch here and could fix anything so they didn’t have anything to be worried about, they could bring a Machina back to life from just a few scrapped pieces. Their Machina had basic structural damage and a severed powerline so all that had to be done was replace those and upgrade and it’d be good to go, then maybe it would be known just what this Machina did for them to consider it a friend for whatever reason. Machina weren’t programmed to express or feel, they might as well make friends with a rock. They’ll get their servant back soon enough, it was just a matter of them not poking it any further and letting the machinist do work on it.
While he was fine with them talking amongst themselves what he wasn’t fine with was some of the things that were being said, his polishing being halted for now as he felt a sting of anger. Looking to the offending pair he growled lowly, whipping his tail around and pointing the blade tip at Ethan and Amuné. “Don’t you dare dismiss that attitude like it was nothing, boy!” he pointed at Ethan before pointing to Amuné, “And you. If I ever hear so much as one more single racist comment I’m gonna make sure you’re going to have a bad time. How dare you dismiss her for what she is. Do you even know where her people originally come from? Maybe you should use this time here to learn some respect…”
The amount of times he had been dissed behind his back because of how he looked and what he could do mean he was very easily triggered when someone was called ‘scary’. There was nothing scary about her, there was many people out there who were gifted at summoning creatures from the Void and she had already given her reassurance that she would be able to keep them under control. Might as well get on at them all the time for having a moorcat following them around, that thing was the real danger around here if not kept on a leash. Might as well have some giant bird follow them around. Feeling all sorts of pissed off he hoped that kid would straighten up and learn not to be so intolerant of others, he didn’t care about her age.
Chilling out for now he decided to lean back and listen to the others talking. It was just the same old explanation about the town going on and what it was used for so that wasn’t interesting, but he had nothing better to do now that they were here. It was the same old whenever they brought people here, they had to bring a lot here before over and over so it wasn’t anything he was willing to volunteer to assist in the explanation. That was too much talking for him, too much narrative. It was a place that was safe, that’s all that needed to be known. He was feeling a little tired anyway, it wasn’t time for him to be talking about Mutebo like he was a tour guide. Simply observing the scenery as they came upon their place he barely even moved a muscle once they had stopped, instead stretching his arms out for a moment before finally jumping out the cart. They should really get him a brush for that hair on the old man, at least to make him look less like a homeless bum. All this talk was just exposition to him at this point, the old man always was suspicious about weak looking people coming here but it wasn’t as if it was something that shouldn’t be ignored.
With all that done it was finally time to sit down again after that long ride, at least a sit down that wasn’t also bumping around and making his tail feel momentary discomfort every so often. He didn’t care that it was the other Dimuran who gave the instruction to rest, at least resting meant he could get something to eat too. The whole answering questions thing wasn’t something he was particularly enthusiastic about doing, but then again if he kept quiet then he probably wouldn’t get any questions directed towards him. He did wonder whether the Dimuran woman would want to talk to him, but probably not considering she definitely probably most likely didn’t like him automatically because of what type of Dimuran he was. He wasn’t used to meeting other Dimurans if at all, it wasn’t as if they came to this land often. Either way they should be happy enough to settle down inside; there was seats, food and beds and that’s all that really mattered.
Upon arriving he felt somewhat relieved and impatient, he was definitely looking forward to getting back on his own feet again and getting this Machina fixed just so the air would clear up. It was so negative right now and he didn’t like it, it just make him feel awkward and not particularly wanting to be here with them even though he was there to help. It was all just so annoying, he was not entirely sure about whether the Machina having everyone all upset was because they couldn’t afford another one, this one did look particularly fancy and human-like after all. Maybe it was to blend it in with the crowd and not have everyone poking at it. Being poked at was never fun, he always ended up as a subject to that because he was a Dimuran. Always either some punk trying to be brave in front of his friends or some kid pulling his tail. Ever since he attached the blade onto the end kids had become less likely to try and pull it, but even then there was always the annoying brats who just tried to anger him. He wondered if this female Dimuran ever got annoyed by brats like he did, then again she was a ground Dimuran and probably would give those kids such a look that they would feel fear for centuries after.
Keeping quiet in the back he wiped the outside of his goggles with his scarf, just minding his own business while the others talked amongst themselves and the area was explained. It was a nice place, they should like it enough to hang around for a bit but hopefully not be all sappy and annoying while they were doing so. Their mechanic and machinist was top notch here and could fix anything so they didn’t have anything to be worried about, they could bring a Machina back to life from just a few scrapped pieces. Their Machina had basic structural damage and a severed powerline so all that had to be done was replace those and upgrade and it’d be good to go, then maybe it would be known just what this Machina did for them to consider it a friend for whatever reason. Machina weren’t programmed to express or feel, they might as well make friends with a rock. They’ll get their servant back soon enough, it was just a matter of them not poking it any further and letting the machinist do work on it.
While he was fine with them talking amongst themselves what he wasn’t fine with was some of the things that were being said, his polishing being halted for now as he felt a sting of anger. Looking to the offending pair he growled lowly, whipping his tail around and pointing the blade tip at Ethan and Amuné. “Don’t you dare dismiss that attitude like it was nothing, boy!” he pointed at Ethan before pointing to Amuné, “And you. If I ever hear so much as one more single racist comment I’m gonna make sure you’re going to have a bad time. How dare you dismiss her for what she is. Do you even know where her people originally come from? Maybe you should use this time here to learn some respect…”
The amount of times he had been dissed behind his back because of how he looked and what he could do mean he was very easily triggered when someone was called ‘scary’. There was nothing scary about her, there was many people out there who were gifted at summoning creatures from the Void and she had already given her reassurance that she would be able to keep them under control. Might as well get on at them all the time for having a moorcat following them around, that thing was the real danger around here if not kept on a leash. Might as well have some giant bird follow them around. Feeling all sorts of pissed off he hoped that kid would straighten up and learn not to be so intolerant of others, he didn’t care about her age.
Chilling out for now he decided to lean back and listen to the others talking. It was just the same old explanation about the town going on and what it was used for so that wasn’t interesting, but he had nothing better to do now that they were here. It was the same old whenever they brought people here, they had to bring a lot here before over and over so it wasn’t anything he was willing to volunteer to assist in the explanation. That was too much talking for him, too much narrative. It was a place that was safe, that’s all that needed to be known. He was feeling a little tired anyway, it wasn’t time for him to be talking about Mutebo like he was a tour guide. Simply observing the scenery as they came upon their place he barely even moved a muscle once they had stopped, instead stretching his arms out for a moment before finally jumping out the cart. They should really get him a brush for that hair on the old man, at least to make him look less like a homeless bum. All this talk was just exposition to him at this point, the old man always was suspicious about weak looking people coming here but it wasn’t as if it was something that shouldn’t be ignored.
With all that done it was finally time to sit down again after that long ride, at least a sit down that wasn’t also bumping around and making his tail feel momentary discomfort every so often. He didn’t care that it was the other Dimuran who gave the instruction to rest, at least resting meant he could get something to eat too. The whole answering questions thing wasn’t something he was particularly enthusiastic about doing, but then again if he kept quiet then he probably wouldn’t get any questions directed towards him. He did wonder whether the Dimuran woman would want to talk to him, but probably not considering she definitely probably most likely didn’t like him automatically because of what type of Dimuran he was. He wasn’t used to meeting other Dimurans if at all, it wasn’t as if they came to this land often. Either way they should be happy enough to settle down inside; there was seats, food and beds and that’s all that really mattered.
Oh man, I see! We were still waiting around for Caboose but not sure where the Caboose has gone ._. Maybe things will pick up again...
Viral’s usual ability to focus and be able to win using proper tactics was completely out and away elsewhere as he continued to try and destroy the Elite. It was as if he was aiming at ghosts, his attacks just didn’t have a focused target and anywhere where the Elite was vaguely was the focus of his attacks. He just couldn’t control his outburst and didn’t know where to direct it as everything was just becoming a blur and his concentration just wasn’t working as well as it could’ve been, if at all. It wasn’t only about Yumi at this time, that just triggered his outburst and had him going nuts. He was going to kill that Elite if it was the last thing he did right now, he couldn’t stand the things he was saying or what had happened around him, but his environment was simply blurring into everything as it was everything familiar to him and everything he had taught himself to ignore. All this had happened many times before and he was the one who often made it see its final hour and ultimate destruction, even as he threw his attacks it wasn’t known to him whether it had always been like this or he was causing it to be destroyed in the first place. Part of him was simply instinctively destroying it more, but he still tried to defend it even with his wild and destructive attacks.
The Elite continued to shout but he wasn’t caring, he could but there was nothing that was getting through his head right now. To him it was just the desperate cries of someone who had been beat, the ramblings of someone who knew they were already dead. Continuing to toss the excess of energy as if they were crude blades he seemed to have had enough at the suggestion of him re-joining the King like it was now the ultimate option to get him to stop trying to tear everything to shreds. “Fight for him?? Not after ALL that was DONE to me!!” he raged, deciding to throw energy bombs instead, “I am nothing!!” While there wasn’t much left to do what he could do was try to rip him to shreds, but when he went ahead to leap at him he had vanished and instead was directly behind him.
He had barely been given a chance to move, he was only able to try and block before he was blasted away and into the ruins with a mighty crash. He might as well be dead after all this, he had taken a lot of brutality already and was on his near last legs already, especially as his energy had been actively escaping his body beyond his control. The smoke rising from the place of impact and lack of movement from the rubble was a sure sign that he was gone, his defences had been compromised and being taken out at such a short range was always going to impact the most. With no sign of him it seemed he had been defeated, but sure enough there was some movement in there that showed he was still alive. There was some movement as if he was going to emerge, but instead his energy crawled across the rubble rather than Viral himself emerging. He was definitely still alive if his energy was functioning, but soon it became evident that there was more to it. There was a rumbling as if an earthquake, but it was unnatural and with a shifting epicentre. Something was moving around and as if it was roaming, the movement increasing before it stopped. There was only a short moment where nothing was happening, just a brief interlude before the ground suddenly exploded out from underneath the Elite. Out of the ground burst Viral having transformed into his most monstrous form, a claw reaching out to swipe the Elite. He managed to gain a fair height with that emergence out of the depths as he spun around, soon landing heavily on the ground with a crash. Energy sparked from him as he looked on with a maddened gaze, snarling lowly before letting out a bone shattering roar.
The Elite continued to shout but he wasn’t caring, he could but there was nothing that was getting through his head right now. To him it was just the desperate cries of someone who had been beat, the ramblings of someone who knew they were already dead. Continuing to toss the excess of energy as if they were crude blades he seemed to have had enough at the suggestion of him re-joining the King like it was now the ultimate option to get him to stop trying to tear everything to shreds. “Fight for him?? Not after ALL that was DONE to me!!” he raged, deciding to throw energy bombs instead, “I am nothing!!” While there wasn’t much left to do what he could do was try to rip him to shreds, but when he went ahead to leap at him he had vanished and instead was directly behind him.
He had barely been given a chance to move, he was only able to try and block before he was blasted away and into the ruins with a mighty crash. He might as well be dead after all this, he had taken a lot of brutality already and was on his near last legs already, especially as his energy had been actively escaping his body beyond his control. The smoke rising from the place of impact and lack of movement from the rubble was a sure sign that he was gone, his defences had been compromised and being taken out at such a short range was always going to impact the most. With no sign of him it seemed he had been defeated, but sure enough there was some movement in there that showed he was still alive. There was some movement as if he was going to emerge, but instead his energy crawled across the rubble rather than Viral himself emerging. He was definitely still alive if his energy was functioning, but soon it became evident that there was more to it. There was a rumbling as if an earthquake, but it was unnatural and with a shifting epicentre. Something was moving around and as if it was roaming, the movement increasing before it stopped. There was only a short moment where nothing was happening, just a brief interlude before the ground suddenly exploded out from underneath the Elite. Out of the ground burst Viral having transformed into his most monstrous form, a claw reaching out to swipe the Elite. He managed to gain a fair height with that emergence out of the depths as he spun around, soon landing heavily on the ground with a crash. Energy sparked from him as he looked on with a maddened gaze, snarling lowly before letting out a bone shattering roar.
Someone else can go next since I'm not much able to give a proper response since my character's familiar with the place. Would be cool if someone else could give an initial reaction.
Viral’s attacks were wild and unpredictable and was not shy about going for the guy’s face. He was absolutely raging at this point and didn’t appear to be in control of himself, that or he was going through something extreme and was throwing his rage into how that was affecting his mind. Yumi being beaten when she was already down, it sprung too harshly in his mind and was only forcing out memories he had long tried to keep bottled away. He was driven mad by these memories and it was only getting worse, he hadn’t been taught how to deal with it before and was now on the verge of a rampage. As he tore through the Elite mercilessly he didn’t even stop to observe the damage, the smell of blood was enough to please him. These Elites will pay for their disgusting acts against the defeated, the pain still fresh in his mind and his need for revenge still powerfully rampant in his mind. It didn’t even seem to be about Yumi anymore, just that was the trigger to get him into this state.
With little regard to what the Elite was spouting he continued on his vicious rampage, pressing forward with each step before he was finally booted off his path. Taking a brief tumble he grabbed the ground and forced his claws in, raising back up to his feet as his claws tore up the ground due to how deep they had torn into the ground. Grinning wildly at the Elite in response he slowly started to move towards the attacking Elite, snickering under his breath as he stared at him with a sharp gaze. With barely a care to what he was saying he made a run towards the Elite but his dash was halted as quickly as he started by Ki that was very promptly thrown at him. He didn’t even attempt to block it, but it wasn’t as if he was blasted back like the other times either.
Out of the smoke Viral threw himself forward, still smoking after being hit by the attack as he landed where the Elite had previously been. He was looking pretty terrible at this point but he was still going, his maddened eyes practically glowing; or rather, in fact, they were starting to glow. His energy looked like it was trying to escape his body, it was almost as if he was losing control of it and might overload. Looking around for the Elite he soon spotted him, raising his claws before he started swinging them wildly. With each swing several waves of energy tore through the ground and cut the air, his aim appearing to be either to hit the Elite so he wouldn’t need to jump at him or just to cause as much destruction around him as he possibly could. “All you filthy bastards will die by my hands!! I’ll kill you…I’ll tear you to shreds!! You’ll never take me again! You’ll never take ANYONE ever again!!”
With little regard to what the Elite was spouting he continued on his vicious rampage, pressing forward with each step before he was finally booted off his path. Taking a brief tumble he grabbed the ground and forced his claws in, raising back up to his feet as his claws tore up the ground due to how deep they had torn into the ground. Grinning wildly at the Elite in response he slowly started to move towards the attacking Elite, snickering under his breath as he stared at him with a sharp gaze. With barely a care to what he was saying he made a run towards the Elite but his dash was halted as quickly as he started by Ki that was very promptly thrown at him. He didn’t even attempt to block it, but it wasn’t as if he was blasted back like the other times either.
Out of the smoke Viral threw himself forward, still smoking after being hit by the attack as he landed where the Elite had previously been. He was looking pretty terrible at this point but he was still going, his maddened eyes practically glowing; or rather, in fact, they were starting to glow. His energy looked like it was trying to escape his body, it was almost as if he was losing control of it and might overload. Looking around for the Elite he soon spotted him, raising his claws before he started swinging them wildly. With each swing several waves of energy tore through the ground and cut the air, his aim appearing to be either to hit the Elite so he wouldn’t need to jump at him or just to cause as much destruction around him as he possibly could. “All you filthy bastards will die by my hands!! I’ll kill you…I’ll tear you to shreds!! You’ll never take me again! You’ll never take ANYONE ever again!!”
Sheesh, just what was so great about this Machina that had these kids all bothered? He already assured them that they could get it fixed so it should be no problem, it wasn’t like they were going to secretly dump it in a bin the moment they got close to one. Maybe the girl was too young to understand that Machina weren’t alive and that it only imitated life. Sure, the Machina looked oddly close to alive if it wasn’t for the damage to its face, although it was kind of eerie with how its eyes looked so blank even if only one was properly visible. They might as well had been clearing up a corpse, but good thing it wasn’t a corpse otherwise these kids would be needing a little more than a drink of something later. They couldn’t had been much younger than the pair of them, or at least as old as them possibly so surely some alcohol might help ease the worries they had so long as he wasn’t buying.
Just how had they ended up like this, anyway? It looked like they were travelling, but someone like the Varuna wouldn’t just attack random people on the road or at all for that matter. There was probably a reason, but being Magi wasn’t enough of a reason. None of them were a threat to the Varuna, so maybe they had gotten into trouble with them earlier and were now on the run. If that was the truth then just great, more things to look into when they all already had so much on their plate already. It was easy fighting, but protecting others was a little difficult when stuck in their position.
Maybe he should stop thinking so much about this just now, he had been stood there thinking about it for an awfully long time and was probably looking a little spaced out. Hardly a good look for someone who just arrived on the scene. Adjusting his goggles he turned away for a moment before responding to his name, looking to the cart briefly before back again, giving a short nod. “Hm alright. I suppose I’m better off in the back of the cart so I don’t freak out the horse if I have to fly if that works with you”, he sighed before wandering over to the cart, having a brief look inside to see if there was anything of value. It just looked like they had taken the usual supplies as well as some odd looking goods too, but nothing of value that a Varuna would be interested in. It was curious, but no matter. There was the whole investigating thing that could be done later and not when everything was just getting started on this journey to safety. Once they get the Machina to a machinist they should be a lot calmer and able to talk about what went on, seeing as how that would be the main subject after all that.
Moving to the cart he watched as the other Dimuran woman make an attempt to get on her horse, his mind going to whether the battle had been going on a long time or not. It seemed strange that she was so exhausted, maybe she wasn’t well trained in magic yet despite looking like a prideful person. She wouldn’t be exhausted if she wasn’t a Magi, especially at this time of day with this kind of company. Oh well, guess he would have to work harder to protect them if they had to be protected and watching from the back meant taking off would be easy and quick. There was no way they could be killed on his watch. He felt pretty good about himself and his abilities, he certainly wasn’t as short tempered as his partner was that was for sure. Hopefully she was alright with him not riding on the horse with the cart, but if they did run into trouble then she would be appreciative that the horse didn’t freak the hell out. Unless they had more enemies in pursuit this should be a pretty quick journey, then they could get back to what they needed to do today rather some escort mission. Settling in the corner of the cart should be fine, he wasn’t exactly a big guy and didn’t take up a lot of space after all.
Just how had they ended up like this, anyway? It looked like they were travelling, but someone like the Varuna wouldn’t just attack random people on the road or at all for that matter. There was probably a reason, but being Magi wasn’t enough of a reason. None of them were a threat to the Varuna, so maybe they had gotten into trouble with them earlier and were now on the run. If that was the truth then just great, more things to look into when they all already had so much on their plate already. It was easy fighting, but protecting others was a little difficult when stuck in their position.
Maybe he should stop thinking so much about this just now, he had been stood there thinking about it for an awfully long time and was probably looking a little spaced out. Hardly a good look for someone who just arrived on the scene. Adjusting his goggles he turned away for a moment before responding to his name, looking to the cart briefly before back again, giving a short nod. “Hm alright. I suppose I’m better off in the back of the cart so I don’t freak out the horse if I have to fly if that works with you”, he sighed before wandering over to the cart, having a brief look inside to see if there was anything of value. It just looked like they had taken the usual supplies as well as some odd looking goods too, but nothing of value that a Varuna would be interested in. It was curious, but no matter. There was the whole investigating thing that could be done later and not when everything was just getting started on this journey to safety. Once they get the Machina to a machinist they should be a lot calmer and able to talk about what went on, seeing as how that would be the main subject after all that.
Moving to the cart he watched as the other Dimuran woman make an attempt to get on her horse, his mind going to whether the battle had been going on a long time or not. It seemed strange that she was so exhausted, maybe she wasn’t well trained in magic yet despite looking like a prideful person. She wouldn’t be exhausted if she wasn’t a Magi, especially at this time of day with this kind of company. Oh well, guess he would have to work harder to protect them if they had to be protected and watching from the back meant taking off would be easy and quick. There was no way they could be killed on his watch. He felt pretty good about himself and his abilities, he certainly wasn’t as short tempered as his partner was that was for sure. Hopefully she was alright with him not riding on the horse with the cart, but if they did run into trouble then she would be appreciative that the horse didn’t freak the hell out. Unless they had more enemies in pursuit this should be a pretty quick journey, then they could get back to what they needed to do today rather some escort mission. Settling in the corner of the cart should be fine, he wasn’t exactly a big guy and didn’t take up a lot of space after all.
Viral couldn’t find the logic in it, there was nothing good that could come out of this and everything that was happening on this planet told that story pretty well. He was a witness to the atrocities committed, he was part of all that as the Elite said, but seeing partly what those monsters could do told him it was pointless to purge. He wasn’t in the wrong for seeing that, especially when this planet had been fairly loyal to the Saiyans before with soldiers. He needed answers, but it seemed the Elite barely had any himself. Growing in frustration already he narrowed his eyes at the question, flexing his claws. “What I fight for…I don’t fight for the rebels…” He had no choice when it came to the rebels or not. If he didn’t do what they asked of him he wouldn’t be welcome, not after all he had done while showing little regret to it all. He wasn’t like any of them, he didn’t agree with how they did things and Korian was looking for any excuse to throw him in jail even if the others opposed it. The others could protest, but eventually Korian would prove that he was right.
The fact was nobody knew what path he was taking and was all simply assuming he was allied with the rebels. He barely knew where he wanted to go in life either, he was just riding the wave with no destination hoping things would get better for him. Nothing was going better, he was stuck in a state of monotony and struggling and it was driving him mad. He was constantly being forced into war even after being told he didn’t need to suffer anymore. He was completely losing his mind the longer he was here being taunted, the longer he remained in the warzone. He was supposed to be strong, he wasn’t supposed to be falling for these taunts and questions. Trying to find his focus again he growled as he noticed the Elite was powering up, but it was already too late as he tried to block the punch and found it to be impossible as he held no weight against the ground and went flying off his feet.
Going flying back he was stunned after the punch, crashing through the wall of a building until he finally stopped in a pile of rubble. He was durable but hardly as durable as someone who could create a Ki aura to block the damage. He was doing the right thing, all of this was for a just cause and he was in the right. To fight for nothing was to make life pointless, especially for him. He had nothing if only his ability to fight and protect and if he could do none of that then there was nothing. The sounds of battle still continuing outside continued to ring through his head, he had to get out there again and keep fighting before it was all gone. He couldn’t let that Elite steal his purpose away from him, he couldn’t fail this war.
Slowly pushing his body off the rubble he stood with an arched aching back, his body already having sustained a lot of damage but his ability to fight still going. Growling lowly he looked up and out of the ruins, but what he spotted was only going to make him furious. He saw Yumi being beaten once again, the Elite taking pride in what he was doing as he mercilessly punched and kicked her. As if each kick made was projected onto him instead his usual focus crumbled away too, his anger rising and his mind being thrown right out the window. Making a sudden wild dash he ran straight for the Elite, his claws bared as he went straight for him. “I’ll tear your face off!!” he shouted wildly, his expression maddened as if going savage.
The fact was nobody knew what path he was taking and was all simply assuming he was allied with the rebels. He barely knew where he wanted to go in life either, he was just riding the wave with no destination hoping things would get better for him. Nothing was going better, he was stuck in a state of monotony and struggling and it was driving him mad. He was constantly being forced into war even after being told he didn’t need to suffer anymore. He was completely losing his mind the longer he was here being taunted, the longer he remained in the warzone. He was supposed to be strong, he wasn’t supposed to be falling for these taunts and questions. Trying to find his focus again he growled as he noticed the Elite was powering up, but it was already too late as he tried to block the punch and found it to be impossible as he held no weight against the ground and went flying off his feet.
Going flying back he was stunned after the punch, crashing through the wall of a building until he finally stopped in a pile of rubble. He was durable but hardly as durable as someone who could create a Ki aura to block the damage. He was doing the right thing, all of this was for a just cause and he was in the right. To fight for nothing was to make life pointless, especially for him. He had nothing if only his ability to fight and protect and if he could do none of that then there was nothing. The sounds of battle still continuing outside continued to ring through his head, he had to get out there again and keep fighting before it was all gone. He couldn’t let that Elite steal his purpose away from him, he couldn’t fail this war.
Slowly pushing his body off the rubble he stood with an arched aching back, his body already having sustained a lot of damage but his ability to fight still going. Growling lowly he looked up and out of the ruins, but what he spotted was only going to make him furious. He saw Yumi being beaten once again, the Elite taking pride in what he was doing as he mercilessly punched and kicked her. As if each kick made was projected onto him instead his usual focus crumbled away too, his anger rising and his mind being thrown right out the window. Making a sudden wild dash he ran straight for the Elite, his claws bared as he went straight for him. “I’ll tear your face off!!” he shouted wildly, his expression maddened as if going savage.
These kids sure did get into a whole heap of trouble before they arrived and just in the nick of time too, it seemed, as they would’ve been overwhelmed by this big thing if they couldn’t use magic. It looked like they had a combat Machina but that was all but destroyed by the nasty magic this Varuna had, so that was unfortunate. Dealing with the nasty creepers this Varuna was having fun spawning it seemed it had managed to slip away as everyone was distracted which was pretty unfortunate. They should’ve just went straight ahead and killed that thing, all of them were the same so it wasn’t as if they would get new information from him even if they did capture him. Oh well, tearing apart the big creep was the best thing that could’ve been done just now so now it was time to see what else there was that hadn’t been destroyed. Glancing down briefly at the mention of his name he nodded before flying around the battlefield.
There was a lack of creatures by the looks of it, just nasty blobs that were still trying to move and form. Huffing, he swooped down and swung his finger at them, a spark of flame burning them up and causing them to pop. This was fairly routine stuff, plus it meant he didn’t have to deal with the others just now too. What a disgusting mess. Just as well that they were out right now but they still didn’t get the Varuna. If only there was other gunky monsters to clean up, he could avoid going to that group. He had seen the Dimuran woman down there and things would probably get pretty awkward if he made eye contact with her; good thing he was wearing goggles, then. He could keep his eyes off her for now and pretend she wasn’t a Dimuran if she pretended he wasn’t one too.
Flying down to the group he landed with a gentle breeze, looking to the kids who were all but distraught over their Machina. That was a shame, probably cost them a bunch of money too. It was strange seeing how broken up they were over their Machina, they had even given it a name. Sighing lightly he looked over it, glancing over at his partner before he sighed. They might as well just buy a new one and sell the parts, they were pretty good looking parts for a Machina. With a glance to his partner before back to the Machina he let out a sigh, adjusting his goggles. “It’s head is intact apart from some melting so it should still be functional if you get it repaired…” he spoke calmly, pulling at his scarf momentarily before looking away, “The battery has probably just been severed and needs a new connection. You’ll have your Machina up and running in no time with a few repairs…”
This was all just a big disaster. Nothing much had been achieved except saving a few civilians who were capable of using magic too, not that it mattered much to him. There was a lot of Magi out there who practiced magic in the middle of nowhere, but he was interested in the fact that the Varuna was attacking them. Maybe there had been an encounter before with him and he was getting payback, but it seemed like an awfully long way to go to get payback considering how far they were out of their territory. Making a side glance to Nymira he cleared his throat as he looked away, moving closer to his partner as she assisted the kids with their Machina. “No trace of the Varuna in sight. I guess the Machina is all those kid’s lost…although it doesn’t seem to be completely broken, I suppose…”
There was a lack of creatures by the looks of it, just nasty blobs that were still trying to move and form. Huffing, he swooped down and swung his finger at them, a spark of flame burning them up and causing them to pop. This was fairly routine stuff, plus it meant he didn’t have to deal with the others just now too. What a disgusting mess. Just as well that they were out right now but they still didn’t get the Varuna. If only there was other gunky monsters to clean up, he could avoid going to that group. He had seen the Dimuran woman down there and things would probably get pretty awkward if he made eye contact with her; good thing he was wearing goggles, then. He could keep his eyes off her for now and pretend she wasn’t a Dimuran if she pretended he wasn’t one too.
Flying down to the group he landed with a gentle breeze, looking to the kids who were all but distraught over their Machina. That was a shame, probably cost them a bunch of money too. It was strange seeing how broken up they were over their Machina, they had even given it a name. Sighing lightly he looked over it, glancing over at his partner before he sighed. They might as well just buy a new one and sell the parts, they were pretty good looking parts for a Machina. With a glance to his partner before back to the Machina he let out a sigh, adjusting his goggles. “It’s head is intact apart from some melting so it should still be functional if you get it repaired…” he spoke calmly, pulling at his scarf momentarily before looking away, “The battery has probably just been severed and needs a new connection. You’ll have your Machina up and running in no time with a few repairs…”
This was all just a big disaster. Nothing much had been achieved except saving a few civilians who were capable of using magic too, not that it mattered much to him. There was a lot of Magi out there who practiced magic in the middle of nowhere, but he was interested in the fact that the Varuna was attacking them. Maybe there had been an encounter before with him and he was getting payback, but it seemed like an awfully long way to go to get payback considering how far they were out of their territory. Making a side glance to Nymira he cleared his throat as he looked away, moving closer to his partner as she assisted the kids with their Machina. “No trace of the Varuna in sight. I guess the Machina is all those kid’s lost…although it doesn’t seem to be completely broken, I suppose…”
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