Mayze’s eyes widened as the prince seemingly popped into existence in front of him, and grabbed his blade with his bare hand. At the very least he managed to draw a little blood from the strongest being in the universe.
The Super Saiyan grunted as he was tossed away like a mere twig. He barely managed to catch himself in the air, only a few feet from crashing into the ground. He descended slowly, landing on the namekian grass with a soft pat. He glared up at the Xylo and his minion, who, if the Mazoku’s recent words were anything to go by, were preparing to end this fight once and for all.
He narrowed his eyes as he felt energy being sapped from him. It seemed Xylo was going to use that technique from earlier once more. He wondered if it’d be weaker due to the fact Xylo had less people to steal energy from.
As the attack shot into the air and split into three different tendrils, Mayze left an afterimage of himself, and shot towards a nearby building, coming to a rest on its roof.
He watched as Etoru was struck by both Ouroborus’s and Xylo’s attack. Mayze slightly frowned when the boy didn’t get up. The kid was probably dead.
He turned to Xylo with a smirk, “Just can’t get rid of me can you?” the Super Saiyan hovered off the building, “Guess, I’m all that’s left,” his golden aura began burning around him in a brilliant display of light, “I’ll doubt you’ll accept, considering you’re a fucking dishonorable coward, but why don’t we finish this off one on one? Just you and me? I know you want to beat my face in, so do it. Stop hiding behind your allies and kill me yourself.” KP:0/3 [SU2]Afterimage used to dodge Infernal Downpour
Capper lied unconscious in the dirt, and he would have been out for quite awhile, if it weren't for the efforts of a certain petite robot of his. Alpha, concerned as ever about the now faceplanted Capper, stumbled over to his immobile form as sparks flew from a gash on his spherical body from Harp's blow. The bot turned his form around, letting out a low, distress beep as the battle raged on. If Capper didn't get up soon... What would that scary Namekian do to him? Would he take Capper away when the fight was over, or just kill him like everyone else? Etoru sure seemed to be in a pickle against Ouroboros as well.
Poking his creator with a stubby foot a few times to no avail, the robot would seem to sigh before climbing atop Capper's form. The drone rubbed his two front legs together, electricity beginning to crackle inbetween his stump legs. Alpha raised his electrically-charged forelegs high before slamming them onto Capper's exposed neck, hoping to finally wake the saiyan up...
"aaAAAAUUUGH!" Capper was jump started awake, his form jolting and twitching for a moment after the bot's charge was sent coursing through his body. The bot beeped once in relief, Capper's form would go limp once more as he groaned, save for a twitch from his fingers or tail every now and then. Eye opening slowly, the saiyan mechanic forced himself into a sitting position... How was he still alive?
Recollecting his thoughts while breathing slowly, Capper would narrow his eyes for a moment. His vision was quite blurry... Bringing a hand over to his face, Capper noted the lack of his Scouter's glassy texture. Turning around, the saiyan could make out a shiny green blob on the ground. Lowering his head and narrowing his eyes, the saiyan could just barely make out the crack in the middle of his Scouter... Just what he needed. Sighing in dismay, Capper picked the visor up and set it in it's rightful position around his eyes. What happened?
Right... His mother... died. Then some thing came out of some kind of EGG, and began to destroy everyone! He was found... by some armored "Alaistair," then... The still nameless namekian that killed his mother came, and knocked him out. It was his fault the Empire was going to fall. It was his fault Xylo prevailed. And it was his fault Etoru was in so much trouble. Wait-- Etoru!! Was he okay?! Was he still alive?!
Peering through the bushes once more, Capper could make out Xylo yelling out in anger, saying something about "firing everything they had at... The runt?" Processing Xylo's statement for a moment, realization sunk in too late. The mechanic couldn't even cry out to his friend as the combined blast barreled towards the saiyan hybrid Capper cared so much for. Nonononono, he couldn't die here! Capper promised him they would survive! There was hardly a fight to be had. The attack consumed the innocent child and his energy plummeted, crashing into the hills while rubble covered his form. More tears still began to trickle down Capper's cheeks in disbelief as he covered his mouth.
His dear friend's energy sunk lower and lower, and Capper closed his eyes, waiting for it to drop to zero and blip off of his scouter. He failed. Etoru was dead. Chire was dead. The Solar Empire would fall. And it was all because of him. Weeping silently again, Capper opened his eye somewhat before glancing at his scouter. Wait-- was Etoru... still alive? His power was low, sure, but Capper could make out the faint signature still beneath the ruined hills! Gasping, Capper felt a surge of hope. Etoru was still alive! There was a chance to grab him, bail to the ship, and get back home to help him!!
Then, reality hit the saiyan. Why even bother? Capper knew he'd just fuck everyone over again just by trying. He always did. First wasting Chire's energy and causing her death, then the bean, THEN his failed telekinesis and plan to help Etoru... Why would this be any different? "No!" Capper spoke to himself in a harsh, hushed whisper. "Y-you can do it! Etoru needs you now.... more than ever!" Shaking his head, the saiyan inhaled slowly and grit his teeth, dark thoughts haunting his little mind once more. "Ugh... Who am I kidding?" Shaking his head, the boy slapped himself across the face.
Etoru was alive- barely. If SOMEONE didn't act, his best friend die anyways. He had to try. Chire would try. Collard would try, Courgi would try... Any one of the Hoffersons would give it their best go! "Gah! Alright, Cappster. Etoru's going to die if you don't act! So I need to..." But hell, what could he do? It was pointless. "Uuurrrgggh!" Capper spoke, pulling the collar of his shirt up and letting out a muffled scream of frustration. He had to stop his whining, put his axe to the grinder, and get shit done. It was not going to be easy, and he'd might end up dead... But at least he would die trying instead of hiding and crying like a bitch.
Wiping his tears aside, Capper glanced in the direction of Etoru's fading power. He had to get from Point A to Point B without being spotted. Simple as that! Just a quick fetch quest. Looking up to Alaistair, Xylo, and Ouroboros, Capper grit his teeth. He couldn't use his telekinesis- they would know he was awake! Glancing over to Mayze, Capper would narrow his eyes. He could make out the general's lips moving, but not what he said. Maybe, just maybe... Could Mayze serve as a distraction for Capper to get to Etoru?... Nah, just using someone as a meat shield was... kind of messed up. But did Capper have any other option? Nope.
Gritting his teeth, the saiyan boy would hop out of the bushes and dash behind a piece of rubble that fell off a building. Crouching down, the petite, sorry excuse for a saiyan would eye the fight above, hopping to and from fallen debris when nobody was looking to hide himself and his small power. If he was spotted, the saiyan would stay where he was, staring right up at his discoverer with a shaking form and a frown. Should Capper continue his path without being found, the saiyan would shimmy over to the hill where Etoru was near, hiding behind one of the last pieces of rubble.
Just one final stretch. One more dash, and he'd be halfway to saving his friend and completing this seemingly impossible mission. Inhaling slowly while hiding and holding his ground, should he not be discovered, Capper would speak in a soft, concerned, telepathic tune to his friend. 'Etoru?' The saiyan questioned, his voice frail. '...Can you hear me?' He spoke once more, hoping for any response...
* Guess who's back to screw everyone over again? * After some fluctuating self talk, Capper tries to make another plan. * Gathering his marbles, he Mission Impossibles' his way near the hill Etoru is behind, and hopes to receive a telepathic response from him.
The Namekian panted heavily as his attack soared from his hands. That was the second time he drained himself of more energy than he had. Any more and he would be unconscious, if not dead. Xylo fell to a knee, his breath slowly returning to normalcy. Given a few more minutes, he could fight again-- he could help his brother now that these Saiyans were dead.
But they weren't dead.
Mayze was the first to reveal his livelyhood. His golden aura burning to life around him, he taunted Xylo, challenging him to a duel in single combat. Ouroboros clapped his hands together, smiling. "Aha! There it is! The heroic Saiyan Warrior stands up one last time! Against all odds, he can still fight, and he won't go down without taking someone with him." He turned to Xylo, his thumb lazily pointed to Mayze. "This is the best part. Can I kill him now?"
Xylo sat silent for a few moments. He slowly got to his feet, and with a stern frown on his face, he spoke.
"If I were a coward I would have let you stay petrified for all of eternity a month ago. If I were a coward, I would have slit your throat in your sleep the hour of my return. I am a lot of things, Mayze of Vegeta, but I am not a coward."
The Mazoku Lord tossed his cloak away with a swift motion, allowing it to flutter to the ground harmlessly. He'd removed the weighted pauldrons ages ago; they were useless now. He was too strong for them to help.
"Alaistair. I can finish this on my own. Take Harp and his allies back to the Cherry loft. Place my son in the rejuvenation chamber. We need him at full health for the battles to come. Once you've done that, rendezvous with Walker and finish off whomever is left that he hasn't already decimated."
Xylo's expression was serious. He wouldn't take a "no" or a "you don't order me" from the Devil.
Just as he was about to attack the Saiyan General, his ear twitched. Small, sneaky footsteps rang out not far from where Etoru was thought to be dead. He turned, strolling over to the voice as he telekinetically pushed rubble out of his way. He stared down at Capper and Etoru. The Super Saiyan boy was still alive. Battered, amputated, and bleeding, but alive. Xylo smirked.
"I should have expected you of all people would survive."
The Namekian raised his hand, and Etoru's body was lifted up by telekinesis. Xylo turned, pushing the boy's body slowly through the air. He beckoned for Capper to follow along, but if he did not, he'd use telekinesis to drag him by his tail.
It was a short walk to Capper's ship, but each step was slow and deliberate. He wanted to make sure the young pilot was anxious the entire trip there. Once he arrived at the Saiyan ship, he'd open the exit hatch located below the ship and step inside, Etoru presumably still in tow.
The ship was large and roomy. More than enough space for an entire squadron of Saiyan Warriors. In a different scenario, he might have kept the ship for himself, but it was destined to be used for something else.
He dropped Etoru's battered body down on the nearest chair to the ship's controls that he could find. If Capper had come along, he'd point to the ship's controls, and order him to sit at the helm.
"Your friend is a strong boy. Perhaps too strong for his own good. I respect him for that. It's because of his courage, and yours, that he gets to live today."
He stared at the controls, silently urging Capper to start setting up for take-off.
"But know this, Saiyan. If you or him ever try to interfere with the Mazoku Empire ever again, I will not hesitate to kill you both. There won't be a body left to send to your family, because I'll kill them as well. Understand?"
If Capper had not begun setting things up already, Xylo would slam his fist into a random button, setting the ship to coordinates that were anywhere but Planet Namek.
"You should hurry. Make it home before he bleeds out."
He turned to leave, his eyes falling on Etoru's wounded form. He was weakened; perhaps he'd never again fight as well as he used to. Some would consider death a mercy for the boy. At least that way he could train himself in the best conditions possible.
There was a brief silence. Xylo raised his hand, and a thin orange beam formed on the tip of his finger. He fired the beam quickly at Etoru's neck, and should it hit, the young Saiyan would be marked.
It was a sign of the Mazoku. It meant death was coming for anyone who bore it on their flesh. He wouldn't give Etoru a second chance if they met again, and with this mark, the rest of his army wouldn't give him another chance either.
The Mazoku strolled out of the ship, but before he left the control room, he turned his head back, and smirked. "Oh, and by the way... If you ever run into Zucceta, let her know Emperor Xylo has invited her to Namek. I need some gardening tips."
He exited the ship, and returned to the battlefield, awaiting Mayze's first move. While he waited, he motioned for Ouroboros to come forward. The Devil needed no words to know what Xylo wanted.
The Devil hovered in front of Capper's ship diligently. If anyone tried to attack the ship, he'd tank the attack.
Xylo KP: 0/3
Ouroboros KP: 1/3
Xylo used [UT] Magic Materialization on Etoru. Attempting to burn Mazoku Mark into his skin. Attempting to force Etoru and Capper to exit thread and leave planet.
Etoru stared weakly at the greenish sky. He was feeling the life slowly being drained from him. This was it. His final moments. Left to die, lying in a ditch. Then something unpredictable happened. A familiar voice rang through his head. "...C...app..er....?" The boy muttered. Before he knew it...a large shadow would cast over him. Etoru's eyes widened slightly, and he winced as he tried to move on instinct. He couldn't move any muscle...paralyzed.
The Namekian raised his hand towards the child. Suddenly, Etoru felt his body rising. He yelped in pain, twitching and shaking slightly. He looked down at his torso, only for a gasp to escape his lips. The boy noticed that he was missing two limbs. Everything from his toe to his knee on his left leg was missing. The blood dripped out of it like a wet rag. His right arm was also gone, from the tips of his very fingers to his elbow. The poor child let out a slight whimper as he tried to grasp the situation at hand. His breathing quickened. It didn't help that he was being taken towards Capper's ship with Xylo. What was he going to do to them...was he going to just blast the ship to bits with the two of them in there?!
Xylo dropped the child on the nearest chair, leaving Etoru to scream out in pain. "AGH!" He hung his head, hair over his eyes as he sniffled and winced. The pain was catching up to him. The shock was slowly fizzling away. It wouldn't be long before his body would grasp the reality of the situation.
Xylo began to talk to Capper as Etoru's breathing increased. His vision was a little blurry, but he managed to keep his gaze on Xylo and Capper. He had to protect Capper at all costs. The child raised his free hand wearily. His body was fighting his will power, the arm hesitating to stay upright. A yellow orb began to flicker in his hand pathetically. He let out an exhale as his arm dropped. The boy panted, realizing he had no strength left. Luckily, Xylo wasn't going to kill them, but instead let them leave. So long as they didn't come back, they were fine. However...he did do one thing. The demon fired an orange beam to Etoru's neck. It left a stinging sensation, a little bit of smoke rising from it, but nothing much. Etoru looked down from the corner of his eye too see a strange mark. What did he do to him? The Namekian was going to make his leave, before he stopped and said his final quote.
It ticked Etoru off a bit. Why did she have so much credibility??"Zucceta...Zucceta, Zucceta...why does she have so much...respect...she won most of her fights...completed all her goals...but me...I failed...every single time...I failed...everyone's going to die because of my mistakes. Because I was too weak to do anything about it." The demon exited the ship, and Etoru stared at Capper with an exhausted, stressed, and gloomy expression glued to his face. He stared at his missing limbs, tearing up a bit before wincing as the pain rushed in again. "Egh! G...G-Go to Earth...to.....t...the...look...out...i-its...o-on the west side....bowl...looking...t-thing in the...sky...." Etoru's vision darkened. Everything started going black. He was going to tell Capper something before he fell unconscious, lying in the now bloody seat. ---
Attempting Thread Exit(If Capper makes a thread exit)
Xylo's immense attack, while not as strong as before, had certainly hit its mark on the younger, but much strong saiyan! Mayze, meanwhile, dodged out the way and came up with a quick retort. Ouroboros was eager to slay the saiyan, whilst Xylo seemed to take the stance of trying to order Alaistair around, as he picked up and brought the boy over to this ship. The Devil didn't look towards him, but he knew what was going on with Xylo: The power before him was overwhelming him with overconfidence! They had power available, a damned legendary being at their disposal, and Xylo felt it intent to let the brat go, who was already so powerful?
Alaistair dragged his feet across the ground and whipped his hands towards where the Devil could feel the young saiyan's presence, and towards Mayze as well! The white spheres of energy appeared in each of his hands, withholding enough energy to devastate much of the planet's surface. He did not choose to slam them together. Instead, with sheer force in each of his fingers, he begun to curl the energy inwards, causing each to become black spheres! With a quick whip, he hissed, "Devil Kai's Wave!"
The waves of energy blasted towards Mayze and Etoru alike, with the intent to slay them seething from each wave! There was going to be no mercy for the warriors who fought them. Alaistair would see to that, before he'd go assist Walker!
(Keeping it short and sweet! Al is aiming to tear a nasty hole through the ship to kill Etoru with one beam and the other to eviscerate Mayze where he floats!)
(KP: 0/3 from 3/3 for Devil Kai's Wave (MP3))
(Ki Charge (SU3) Charge 2 turned toward using Devil Kai's Wave (MP3)! Each beam has 2,824,398 pl, with intent to kill, and if possible, eviscerate the bodies!)
I will return... And when I do, Life will prosper in the universe... UNDER MY IRON FIST!
Cado watched everything from his hiding spot under ship. He hid up against the back landing gear of the ship that was near the battle field. Actually he just realized, too close. The thing is he could see big trains body laying close by. He could also see that large namekian carrying a small boy from the battle field and towards the ship. Cado knelt down and made sure to keep his control over his energy. He had to keep it suppressed and hope that they aren’t focused enough on the area to find his.
Cado just waited, the Namek had walked up onto the ship and the others were still on the battle field. One being was out in the field still. Cado wasn’t sure if he was able to see him or not. Now wasn’t the time to really worry. He could hear the conversation above him in the ship. The namek speaking, and the body yelling in pain every so often. It sent chills down his spine. He wasn’t sure what was worse, him not able to help with anything, or the fact that these powers actually scared him.
After the moments of the namekian being on the ship, cado waited. He had to get the right moment to try and retrieve his friends body. Just as though when the namekian exiting the ship, his back was turned towards the ship while he stepped back out to the battle field. Cado figured this moment here would possibly be his only chance. So with that, he swiftly moved , but lightly also just to the side of the stairs to enter the ship and grabbed big trains body by the leg. Cado knew he was dead. He could see the huge hole that penetrated right through Trains chest.
Cado had big Train by the leg, gripping it with both hands and pulling him backwards. Cado was actually too low to the ground to just pick him up and move. He could see the one person that stayed out in the field start to build an attack. The power was immense and would send chills down his spine. He found it truly hard to believe there was power out here like this. Made himself feel so insignificant . The man would release the energy in what cado could see as a strange black ball. One towards the saiyan out there, and one into his direction.
Cado stared for what seemed minutes , but was only a mere few seconds. The blast was aimed to high for it to be intended on him. Cado kept moving, towards the other side of the ship. All he needed was this ship to fall onto both of them if it got hit. Cado got big train to the other side of the ship, and into some tall grass to try and hide in now at least. He would wait for a moment to make sure he had a clean passage back towards his own ship, or maybe the good guys might need a ride out of here if given the chance to escape.
Cado still sneaking around the ship. Power is still supressed to 5. He grabbed big train by the leg and started pulling his dead, limp body under the ship and to the other side, where he hiding for a moment to get the chance to get fly off it.
“So you accept my challenge then? Good,” Mayze grinned as he lifted his tired arms up for combat. He had been waiting the entire time for fight, but had kept getting interrupted by the namekians two compatriots. Fortunately the Mazoku had ordered them both to stand down, meaning the main event could get underway.
But it seemed fortune was not on Mayze’s side today. The general ran his hand through his hair in annoyance when Xylo. He watched the namekian stroll over to where Etoru’s cor- Oh, nope looks like he was still breathing, and Xylo was apparently holding him in the air through some form of magic. The saiyan wondered what exactly the self-proclaimed emperor planned to do with the boy and his older friend.
When the namekian started to walk towards the nearby spaceship, did Mayze realize exactly what the Mazoku leader was doing. And, boy was he taking his sweet ass time about it, “Could you go any slower?” Mayze sarcastically snipped as he descended towards the ground, “Really now, could you be anymore melodramatic? What’re you gonna do next? Build a castle? Turn me into stone? Turn on your Demon ‘employer’ over there? Kami, it’s like I’m in an earthling movie or something.”
Mayze stood sullen, head glumly resting on his wrist. He lightly tapped his foot as he waited for Xylo to come out of the ship, ready to fight. He began to whistle tunelessly, waiting for the Mazoku to appear any second now. He was tired of waiting around, doing nothing.
Xylo finally exited the ship and Mayze clapped his hands, “Finally! Was wondering if you were tucking the kids to bed or something.”
He turned to Alastair, smirk tugging at his lips, “Ha! Looks like you really are the dog here, demon. Better listen to your master’s orders and stay out of our fight!”
He turned to Xylo, a grin on his face as he opened his mouth to speak,
Only for a grunt of pain to come out instead. His eyes widened, and pain ripped through his body as he stumbled forward, nearly tripping over his feet. He clasped the right side of his chest where a large gaping hole had appeared. His hair slowly fell, reverting to its original black color. The teal eyes that designated him as a warrior of legend, faded away to its original brown as he pupils came into focus.
Blood leaked from the corner of his lip as he fell to one knee. He sat there for a minute before slowly standing. He stumbled forward toward Xylo with grit teeth, ignoring the pain that roared at him to stop.
A whine of energy could be heard as he lunged forward- only to fall on his knees, just short of the mighty Mazoku Lord. He struggled to get up for one last strike! But his muscles refused to obey.
He wondered how people would remember him. If people would grieve or even care about his death. He didn’t have any real friends or family. He had been always been alone. There would be nobody trying to gather the Dragonballs to revive him.
His thoughts drifted to Bing Gan, the first person he’d met on Earth, and his first rival and enemy. Was this what the human had felt while dying? Cold and tired? He wondered what Bing was doing now.
His eyes felt heavy, and his legs gave out from underneath him, “Damn…” he softly muttered.
The saiyan let out one last soft breath before his eyes closed forever. Mayze is dead.
Xylo's smirk faded when Alaistair fired his beam. The damn Devil was too proud to listen to a single command! The beam headed for Mayze pierced him quickly, though luckily Ouroboros was in the way of the one intended for Etoru's ship. The Prince simply raised his hand, catching the blast in his palm. It stung quite a bit, but he'd felt worse. Eventually the blast exploded in his palm, causing irrelevant damage to the ancient warrior.
The Mazoku Lord turned back to Mayze. The Saiyan General was as strong as ever; even with a mortal wound, he still tried to fight. He tried to fight the end as it crept up his body, but even a Super Saiyan couldn't stop death. It reminded Xylo of himself. He had scratched and clawed and bit all his life, for even a slim bit of respect for him and his people. He had died fighting, just like Mayze was going to. They were a lot alike, both in life and death.
As the last breath was drawn from the Super Saiyan, the light in his eyes faded.
This was an empty victory.
"You idiotic fool..."
Xylo clenched his fists as he stared down at Mayze's corpse. The veins in his hands pulsed angrily.
"I thought you had a brain under that thick, armored skull of yours. Guess I shouldn't have judged your book by the damn cover."
His energy poured out around him, his vicious Ki aura pulsating around him like wildfire.
"I let the boy go for more reasons than just one. If he dies, and goes to the Afterlife, how strong do you think he'd become? He's already stronger than both of us combined. If he spent even a month as a spirit, his power would become greater than any of us could imagine. You want to let him die, so he could come back as a vengeful child out for blood?"
The Mazoku's furious gaze finally turned to Alaistair. The Devil was too proud to listen to anyone. Helix was right; he was going to bring Xylo down. As much as he didn't like it, this single act was proof that Alaistair was a threat to the Mazoku Empire. If he stuck around, there would be little chance of lasting success. He'd make a crucial misstep, kill someone who needed to live, or spill information he shouldn't have even known.
"I, Xylo of the Mazoku Caste, Son of Tuner, lay claim to the Devil's Knights. If you wish to challenge me, then I accept. If not, then get the fuck off my planet."
He motioned for Ouroboros to approach. The Devil did so diligently, grabbing Mayze's corpse and hoisting it over his shoulder. He stared at his master with concern, before making a comment about the Saiyan General. "Y'know, he did give me an interesting idea. A castle would be pretty cool. Mind if I make one? It could overlook Moori, like a shadow of your glorious protection."
Ouroboros nodded back, slinking away, before hopping into the sky above. It'd take some work, but building a castle with magic was something he'd done a few times before. He was rusty, of course, but that didn't mean he couldn't do it.
The Devil raised his hand, and the lake behind Moori Capital rumbled. The city shivered.
Xylo KP: 1/3 Ouroboros KP: 2/3
Ouroboros blocks the attack meant for Etoru Xylo lays claim to ownership of the Devil's Knights! Ouroboros begins using [UT] Magic Materialization. His goal: Create a new sub-board known as "Castle Mazoku". The DE has been re-opened due to this event. If nobody joins within 72 hours to stop Ouroboros, the castle will be completed without incident.
Capper sighed in relief when he heard his friend's faint voice from behind the rubble. Staring up, the boy noted that Xylo and Co. were still quite busy with Mayze... It was now, or never! Capper had to get Etoru home, safe and sound, just as he promised. Gritting his teeth, the tiny teen dashed forwards to the rubble, only to come to a screeching halt when the rocks rustled, being lifted into the air with telekinesis that was not Capper's own. "Wha--" The saiyan spoke, somewhat confused, but his voice turned to a high-pitched croak when he finally got a look at his friend's wounds.
For a moment, Capper couldn't even recognize Etoru's battered and broken body. The child's chest still moved up and down with each and every of his slow and unsteady breaths, eyes barely open. One of his entire forearms looked like someone had yanked it clean off, as well as his lower leg. Blood oozed out of the pale boy like a leaky faucet, leaving Capper to stand in horror while his face turned just as pale, his pupils shrunken and shaking. He hardly even noticed Xylo's voice nearby while his tiny heart hammered.
Whipping around when Etoru was plucked off the ground by the Mazoku's telekinesis, Capper's mortified eyes fell onto the Namekian that caused his friend so much harm. "Oh. You." Capper spoke in a shaking snap, narrowing his eyes at Xylo before glancing to Etoru in concern when his breathing hastened. Realization seemed to be sinking into the seven-year-old now...
THe namekian gestured for Capper to follow him, earning a glare from the saiyan before he began to take a few, slow steps forward behind Xylo. Was this it? Was he going to kill him and Etoru together, or make them suffer before their inevitable ends? Capper himself, was the only clod here in the end. He thought he could save Etoru. He thought he could help. He thought he was useful. He thought he was someone... Boy, was he wrong. Every step caused the little pilot's soul to ache, as evidenced by his once angry, but slowly sinking expression.
He'd look to Etoru and his many, permanent injuries... This was his fault, just as Xylo said. More involuntary tears trickled down Capper's cheeks, but the saiyan boy didn't weep now. Silent as death, the saiyan would follow Xylo into his ship, closing his eyes and speaking first when they arrived in the control room. Plenty of his tiny Plexbits hid in the corners of the room, huddling together and shiverring in fear while their master spoke in a solemn tune. "...Just do it already. I'm waiting." Capper spoke, spreading his arms out and glancing off to the side. If he was going to kill them, why not do it now? Flinching once more when Etoru would yell when he was dropped into a seat, Capper would hesitantly obey Xylo and sit down at the helm of the ship as the controls flickered to life. Dropping his chin onto the control, Capper closed his eyes and waited for the sound of an attack charging, or the wind being cut by a sudden punch intent on ending their pitiful lives... But it never came.
Opening his eyes slowly when Xylo spoke, surprisingly complimenting Etoru's stength, Capper gasped and widened his eyes when he spoke of letting Etoru and Capper... leave?! "What?... You're kidding." Capper questioned in a soft tone, narrowing his eyes. This had to be a trap to lull him into a false sense of security. There was no way the man who killed his mother and hurt Etoru would just let someone go.
Eyeing Etoru, Capper would grip his mother's shoulder guard for a moment, but qould quickly begin to flip some of the switches, and pull the key to the ship out of his pocket. The vessel rumbled for a moment, lights flicking on as engines whirred, wanting to leave the planet as much as Capper hoped. Still not getting his hopes up- he knew better at this point- Capper would listen to Xylo's warning, a chill sent down his spine. Eyes widening when the namekian mentioned killing Capper's family, the teen would let out a low growl for a moment before sighing. "You don't need to tell me twice to leave in a hurry... Uh... You." Capper spoke, still not knowing the Mazoku's name.
Releasing a shrill yelp when the tall man fired a beam at Etrou, the saiyan boy would lurch out of his seat to intercept the apparent attack, but fell short on the ground. Rubbing his head, Capper scurried back to his feet and rushed over to Etoru, glancing between him and Xylo. Etoru was still alive... But what did Xylo do to him?
The saiyan-slaying namekian began to depart, but not before telling the little saiyan to deliver a message to their ex-queen. Come to Namek? For gardening tips? "Hey! What the hell are you planning now?! Is it a trap?!" Capper demanded, his voice shaking, but stern. Yet, presumably before he could get a response, the man departed, leaving Capper and his dear friend alone with their thoughts.
Turning back to his teary eyed friend, Capper would seem quite shocked when his friend forced out some words. "E-Etoru?" Capper spoke, his voice anxious and worrisome. Capper considered urging his friend to stay silent to preserve his strength, but decided to listen to his possible last words instead. He had to go to some Lookout on the western reaches of the Earth? Not questioning his friend for a second, Capper would nod with a stern, worried face. "Okay... I promise you... I promised you y-you're going to survive. And I-I'm gonna keep that promise!! Just... don't leave me." Capper spoke, gritting his teeth when Etoru finally succumbed to unconsciousness.
First things first, Capper pried his mother's shoudlerpad off of his form, untying the belt from it and wrapping it around Etoru's missing arm tight, aiming to slow down the blood loss. But what to do about his leg...? Looking to his friend's face, Capper would untie Etoru's headband and wrap it around his new stump leg, watching as the blood loss slowed to a slow trickle. Truth be told, Capper was scared. He was worried for Etoru, but at this point, he had little to nothing to loose but Etoru.
Hopping back to the helm of the ship, the saiyan surveyed the systems, making sure everything was ready for launch. He didn't look back as the devil Ouroboros blocked Alaistar's attack, he didn't look back as Mayze finally perished, and he didn't look back as the ship breached the clouds, fading into the dark clouds above should nobody else interrupt... Capper made a promise. And he was going to keep it.
* Fuck this shit we're out * ATTEMPTED THREAD EXIT WITH ETORU * REQUESTING ZENI IF EXIT IS SUCCESSFUL, AS USUAL
Alaistair's attacked landed upon Mayze, and that much was alright! However, Ouroborus had suddenly leapt in front of Alaistair's attack. The devil glared at Ouroborus, before looking at Xylo who'd begun to argue with him... Even threatening to take 'The Devil's Knights' from Alaistair too. The Devil lowered his energy, the red armor vanishing and leaving the Devil's original armored form, with his tail reappearing. He stood there, arms crossed behind his back as he let Xylo talk at him as though he were a fool. It seemed quite clear to Alaistair now that Xylo was lacking something crucial: Experience of war. Amongst the many individuals Alaistair shared his energy with in HFIL, some were practiced generals, primitive and of the intergalactic kind! To Alaistair, Xylo was on his high horse right now, only focusing the now instead of looking at the many long years ahead of them to conquer the universe!
"Xylo... Are you done with this yet," Alaistair asked, looking at him with raised eyebrows, "I have a question for you if you are... Have you ever experienced long wars, for multiple stars and planets before you met me?"
Xylo was concerned about Alaistair killing the boy? Frankly, it baffled the Devil that Xylo wasn't taking into account the whole spoak of the situation with battles and wars. He'd even been to Hell and was now suddenly thinking he had all the power at hand!
"When we started this whole thing, we had come to accept these terms: 1 is that we would assist each other in whatever way we can, to achieve our respective goals. 2 is that we would account for what we would need in order to fight those who're against us. 3, and stick with me on this... Account for whom we're fucking with! Right now, you're not looking at the damn fucking picture!"
THe devil wasn't nearly done yet, and right now, Alaistair was getting pissed off at Xylo! He pointed at him, vehemently speaking out, "Had you been, you would have realized that the damn enemies at hand have been alerted to your little escapade here, to attack immediately, like last year! First off, how the hell did that new presence fighting Walker get here exactly, hmm?! How many fucking more are in hiding? Get that ego out of your head right now and look what's going on! That boy is a saiyan, and as Mayze had just fucking demonstrated earlier, they get stronger from near death experiences once they recover! That boy would have been there for months whilst we prepare for obvious counter attack of the entire damn legion in the Earth's possession and would not be able to assist them! Now, he's going to be here, stronger than before and probably made into a damn cyborg with allies. ANY QUESTIONS?!"
(Al's returned to his base form and is blowing up at Xylo for not thinking.)
(KP: 1/3 from 0/3)
(Current PL: 156,911)
I will return... And when I do, Life will prosper in the universe... UNDER MY IRON FIST!
The Mazoku was surprised at Alaistair's actions. Instead of striking Xylo, or running away like a terrified child, Alaistair lowered his guard, and began to speak.
Alaistair brought up an interesting question in his rebuttal. Xylo had never been in an intergalactic war before, at least not in the high echelons of the rankings. In his early years he'd done some mercenary work for the Arcosian Empire, and just a year ago he assisted the Solar Empire in sacking Arcose, and planting the Tree of Might on its soil. "I've fought enough battles in my lifetime to know what I'm doing."
Xylo listened to Alaistair's backlash with the same patience the Devil had given him, though with less interest. He prattled on, saying how foolish it was to let the boy live, that Saiyans got stronger when they survived imminent death. Xylo knew all of this, of course. It was foolish to let the boy live, but it would be even more so to let him die.
"You speak as if the ability to sense Ki does not exist. If we were to end that boy, any allies he might have would have gone into a frenzy. If he's that strong, then he knows strong people. Strong people who care for him. I don't care what you think you know, but I know families, and if I were that boy's father, I'd be furious if he was wounded, but I wouldn't have much care in the world other than decimating his killer if he died."
Xylo had felt the kind of pain he spoke of before. He felt that unstoppable rage boil up in his soul when his father was killed by the Warrior Caste. He felt it when his own son, Tooba, had betrayed him both in the living realms and the afterlife. It was the type of hatred one could never quell.
The Devil continued on, saying there was clearly more people hiding in the far corners of the galaxy waiting to get at them. Xylo scoffed. "You think I don't know that? People will come for us, there's no changing that. No matter how long we bided our time like you wanted, no matter how many allies we made at your behest. If we strike, the enemies come. I've seen it a dozen times, and I'll see it a thousand more."
Xylo's irritation grew with each passing second. Every word that spilled from Alaistair's pompous lips proved just how little he knew. "Even if we killed Etoru and his pilot, others have already escaped. I could feel their Ki evacuating the planet. Namekian's who refuse to kneel, and Solar Empire operatives who were too weak to challenge us have already scattered across the galaxy. If we stopped these two children, others would have informed our foes at the same speed, and we'd be in for a world of pain that you could never possibly imagine with that narrow-minded brain of yours."
With the Devil's long-winded speech finally finished, he asked Xylo if he had any questions left. The Namekian's eyes narrowed.
"Why are you still on my planet?"
Ouroboros turned to the duo, his eyes squinted. It was hard to see them from above, but he could still hear Alaistair well enough what with all the shouting. The name Alaistair rang a bell, but he wasn't sure where the name came from. Perhaps one of his minions in the age before he was a slave to Beelzebub was named Alaistair. Whatever the case, he was fairly certain that his master was going to tell him to kill the babbling Devil soon.
The Devil returned his focus to the task at hand. Slowly, from the soil, great obsidian spike began to arise. The tip of the castle was being formed from the raw materials of Namek. It was being shaped and molded into the perfect home for a ruler like Xylo.
Xylo's patience had worn out. He knew if he gave Alaistair the chance, the devil would try to berate him with nonsense yet again. The Mazoku Lord's pushed more power into his aura, sending a buffet of wind at Alaistair in his weakened state.
"This conversation is over. Either you leave Namek right now, or I kill you. Make your choice."
Xylo KP: 2/3 Ouroboros KP: 3/3 The Castle's horns have sprouted from the ground! It's only a matter of time before Ouroboros plucks the whole thing out and creates Xylo's home!
Cado or Capper Hofferson you're up! Doesn't matter which one of you posts first, seeing as Capper is exiting in his post.
"Then you are on your own. Possibly with Walker, Xylo," Alaistair replied to Xylo, arms behind his back, "You'll come to understand what I was trying to reason when it's too late... Good luck."
The Devil didn't care about Xylo's display of power. It was all just a repeated show! He was just another puppet now. Al didn't have the chance to speak to him privately on matters and now the bastard was letting his chaotic tendencies overcome him!
"Walker, your so-called brother and I are having a bit of an impasse," Alaistair messaged the treeman, taking his leave by foot towards the Loft, "He's become very chaotic, but if you intend to assist him, remember the enemies you've both made. However, I still will fulfill my debt to you, should you call upon it."
Alaistair swiftly bounded forth, with his next step! The Devil needed to reach the Loft and get out of here. He was done with this miserable planet. He bought a hand that he thought could be part of a flush, but was turning out to be nothing of use. He was playing himself a fool again!
"He's not seeing the picture... He needs to find people to reinforce this place, so unless he can gather people, he's going to simply collapse... It's that damned planet from when I first turned all over again!"
(Alaistair's going to be taking his leave. It's clear Xylo won't listen to reason. If Al escapes, I'll be taking PL and also be making my next post my leave.)
(KP: 2/3 from 1/3)
I will return... And when I do, Life will prosper in the universe... UNDER MY IRON FIST!
Cado made his keave as the ship started to take off. Through the dust and noice cado threw big trains body over his shoulder and took off into the air. Hoping not to be seen or followed. It wouldnt be but just a moment and he would be at his ship.
Getting back to his ship, he woukd manage to get into his ship. Taking big trains body and setting down in one of the rooms , cado would head to cockpit and fire up his ship. It was time to get off this planet now.