Attempted Town Destruction and Disruption(Closed, Assassin)
Jun 3, 2015 5:01:11 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2015 5:01:11 GMT
(Power Level: 3162)
It was midday, a week after the first cleansing. Gula smirked under his hood, it went perfectly. No one had even found the village yet, and no one ever will more than likely. Strangely, cleansing those fools made him feel empty inside, but he suppressed the feelings that he didn't know to be guilt and regret. For as long as he’s concerned Gula is a full saiyan, that he had nothing to do with the weaklings that he killed.
Gula did not know however, that his mother was human. For as long as he could remember he grew up partly within a forest, and partly with his adoptive father the only human that he’d leave alive. Even so, Gula felt empty he did not understand why that was. He was suppose to eradicate the weak humans, or that is what he believed his mission to be. Gula saw his next target, a town of forty people. He started his way towards the village. The wind started blowing from the north like the night that he torched that village.
Gula felt a little ill at remembering what he did, but pushed it down. Those feelings would not help him complete his mission. Gula continued on towards his next target. He smirked while he fingered the katana that rested at his side. He found it on the ground of one of the houses, when he went back to make sure he did indeed kill everyone so no one could squeal on him. He strapped the katana onto his obi, before taking off. He did learn how to use a blade from his adoptive father. He simply didn’t have a proper blade, and had to use a shinai.
But that’s in the past, he walked while his cloak blew behind him. He did not want to expand all of his energy by flying towards his next target. Gula licked his lips in preparation of himself destroying another town and leaving before anyone knew what hit them. Gula continued to walk towards the village while his left hand fingered the silver hilt of his katana. The katana, was a work of art. It was forged out of a single huge block of silver and iron, it was melted then carefully crafted.
The blade, the tsuba, and the hilt are one long and extremely durable piece of metal. The katana is able to easily conduct energy due to the materials used to create it. Gula brought it along with him due to it being made out of silver. He however did not know it was made with iron as well to help with it’s durability. Gula cracked his neck while walking. The wind blew his hood off, and revealed his sparkling silver hair to the world, the wind ruffled his hair back towards the direction he came from.
The wind was powerful that day, he would have to be careful not to get caught up in the fire when he sets it within the village.
Gula was ready, he continued to walk towards the village while he prepared his Ki. It flexed underneath his muscles, fluctuating wildly while he walked towards the village. He charges a silver orb of Ki in his right hand, the Ki was the size of a apple. It easily rested within Gula’s right hand.
Gula suddenly snaps his hand forward and up, aiming it at the town. He fires a beam of ki into the town, aiming for the center of the town. It hits a weathered stone statue of an age old hero. It was barely recognisable. The plate under it labels the statue as a hero that defeated Cell, with many blanks due to weather. The ki explodes in the center of town, sending rubble of the statue flying everywhere. Rubble hit several of the villagers hurting them or killing them. Some of the rubble hit necks, some of it hit thighs, some of it hit lower backs.
Gula continued to walk towards the village while gathering more of his Ki, he places both hands together with his fingers touching. He smirks while charging more of his Ki this time within the cage that is his fingers. He continued to walk with his cloak flying wildly behind him. The townspeople shriek and terror and start running around in a panic. They didn’t realize they couldn’t go anywhere.
There was a huge wall surrounding the town on all sides aside from the side were Gula was walking towards the town. They started to realize their folly in erecting the wall like that. They didn’t make any escape routes, thinking that no one but animals would try to attack them.
It was a real peaceful area until that day. Once the silvery orb of energy had been charged enough, Gula snaps his arms forward with the heels of his hands touching. He launches the orb of silver ki into the village.
“Silver Grenade…”
The words were lost in the strong winds blowing around the mighty saiyan and the village. If anyone actually heard the words, they would not care due to them screaming in fear at the mighty warrior attacking the town. The Ki flew through the air and hit one of the houses towards the northern part of the town.
The blast of energy struck the house, blowing a hole into the wooden wall, and started a wildfire. Due to the high amount of wind blowing through the town, the fire flared upwards then spread through the town, starting to set the other houses on fire.
Gula smirked at the increased panic through the town. Either through Gula or the fire, all of them knew they would die that day. Gula raised both of his hands in front of himself.
Once more the mighty saiyan charged his Ki, this time two small orbs of ki gathered in front of his palms. They started to grow bigger until they fused into one orb of Ki, larger than the two separate orbs.
“Silver Wave....”
Gula unleashed the wave of Ki upon the town, blasting through several of the humans fleeing around in terror. The mighty wave of ki, exploded against what was left of the statue. Only twenty humans were left within the town.
A wave of bile, shot up through his esophagus. It threatened to make him puke, but he withheld the bile and swallowed it down into his stomach with a grimace on his face. Figuring that that would be enough of the wasteful Ki useage. He would need it to fly towards his next target, after all.
Grasping the silver katana that hung from his belt, Gula drew the blade. He then, launched himself towards the nearest human. His feet did not touch the ground, while he charged the young child. Slashing in a savage arc downwards, Gula bisected the child. Blood splattering everywhere bathing Gula in the boy’s blood and the ground with it as well.
Gula selected his next victim and started to run towards the woman, who was holding a neonate that was barely a week old close to her breast. Gula prepared to slice at both the new mother and the neonate. Gula, slashed downwards towards both mother and child. The mother turned suddenly to try to protect her child. But it was a wasteful hope that Gula wouldn’t end both lives with one stroke of his silver blade.
(WC: 1235)
It was midday, a week after the first cleansing. Gula smirked under his hood, it went perfectly. No one had even found the village yet, and no one ever will more than likely. Strangely, cleansing those fools made him feel empty inside, but he suppressed the feelings that he didn't know to be guilt and regret. For as long as he’s concerned Gula is a full saiyan, that he had nothing to do with the weaklings that he killed.
Gula did not know however, that his mother was human. For as long as he could remember he grew up partly within a forest, and partly with his adoptive father the only human that he’d leave alive. Even so, Gula felt empty he did not understand why that was. He was suppose to eradicate the weak humans, or that is what he believed his mission to be. Gula saw his next target, a town of forty people. He started his way towards the village. The wind started blowing from the north like the night that he torched that village.
Gula felt a little ill at remembering what he did, but pushed it down. Those feelings would not help him complete his mission. Gula continued on towards his next target. He smirked while he fingered the katana that rested at his side. He found it on the ground of one of the houses, when he went back to make sure he did indeed kill everyone so no one could squeal on him. He strapped the katana onto his obi, before taking off. He did learn how to use a blade from his adoptive father. He simply didn’t have a proper blade, and had to use a shinai.
But that’s in the past, he walked while his cloak blew behind him. He did not want to expand all of his energy by flying towards his next target. Gula licked his lips in preparation of himself destroying another town and leaving before anyone knew what hit them. Gula continued to walk towards the village while his left hand fingered the silver hilt of his katana. The katana, was a work of art. It was forged out of a single huge block of silver and iron, it was melted then carefully crafted.
The blade, the tsuba, and the hilt are one long and extremely durable piece of metal. The katana is able to easily conduct energy due to the materials used to create it. Gula brought it along with him due to it being made out of silver. He however did not know it was made with iron as well to help with it’s durability. Gula cracked his neck while walking. The wind blew his hood off, and revealed his sparkling silver hair to the world, the wind ruffled his hair back towards the direction he came from.
The wind was powerful that day, he would have to be careful not to get caught up in the fire when he sets it within the village.
Gula was ready, he continued to walk towards the village while he prepared his Ki. It flexed underneath his muscles, fluctuating wildly while he walked towards the village. He charges a silver orb of Ki in his right hand, the Ki was the size of a apple. It easily rested within Gula’s right hand.
Gula suddenly snaps his hand forward and up, aiming it at the town. He fires a beam of ki into the town, aiming for the center of the town. It hits a weathered stone statue of an age old hero. It was barely recognisable. The plate under it labels the statue as a hero that defeated Cell, with many blanks due to weather. The ki explodes in the center of town, sending rubble of the statue flying everywhere. Rubble hit several of the villagers hurting them or killing them. Some of the rubble hit necks, some of it hit thighs, some of it hit lower backs.
Gula continued to walk towards the village while gathering more of his Ki, he places both hands together with his fingers touching. He smirks while charging more of his Ki this time within the cage that is his fingers. He continued to walk with his cloak flying wildly behind him. The townspeople shriek and terror and start running around in a panic. They didn’t realize they couldn’t go anywhere.
There was a huge wall surrounding the town on all sides aside from the side were Gula was walking towards the town. They started to realize their folly in erecting the wall like that. They didn’t make any escape routes, thinking that no one but animals would try to attack them.
It was a real peaceful area until that day. Once the silvery orb of energy had been charged enough, Gula snaps his arms forward with the heels of his hands touching. He launches the orb of silver ki into the village.
“Silver Grenade…”
The words were lost in the strong winds blowing around the mighty saiyan and the village. If anyone actually heard the words, they would not care due to them screaming in fear at the mighty warrior attacking the town. The Ki flew through the air and hit one of the houses towards the northern part of the town.
The blast of energy struck the house, blowing a hole into the wooden wall, and started a wildfire. Due to the high amount of wind blowing through the town, the fire flared upwards then spread through the town, starting to set the other houses on fire.
Gula smirked at the increased panic through the town. Either through Gula or the fire, all of them knew they would die that day. Gula raised both of his hands in front of himself.
Once more the mighty saiyan charged his Ki, this time two small orbs of ki gathered in front of his palms. They started to grow bigger until they fused into one orb of Ki, larger than the two separate orbs.
“Silver Wave....”
Gula unleashed the wave of Ki upon the town, blasting through several of the humans fleeing around in terror. The mighty wave of ki, exploded against what was left of the statue. Only twenty humans were left within the town.
A wave of bile, shot up through his esophagus. It threatened to make him puke, but he withheld the bile and swallowed it down into his stomach with a grimace on his face. Figuring that that would be enough of the wasteful Ki useage. He would need it to fly towards his next target, after all.
Grasping the silver katana that hung from his belt, Gula drew the blade. He then, launched himself towards the nearest human. His feet did not touch the ground, while he charged the young child. Slashing in a savage arc downwards, Gula bisected the child. Blood splattering everywhere bathing Gula in the boy’s blood and the ground with it as well.
Gula selected his next victim and started to run towards the woman, who was holding a neonate that was barely a week old close to her breast. Gula prepared to slice at both the new mother and the neonate. Gula, slashed downwards towards both mother and child. The mother turned suddenly to try to protect her child. But it was a wasteful hope that Gula wouldn’t end both lives with one stroke of his silver blade.
(WC: 1235)