Power of the Spirit (Open)

Xylo's powerful Ki ripped through the air like a nuclear warhead, its intent to bring nothing but pain. Against any other warrior in the universe, this attack would have sealed Xylo's victory. Earth would have received a broken man after this attack hit. Vi-Poi was much stronger than the any other warrior, however, meaning Xylo's best efforts were little more than child's play in his eyes.

With a single blast of Ki, Vi-Poi was able to entirely overwhelm Xylo's energy wave, enveloping the darkness in his powerful and immense light. Xylo let out a pained groan as the beam pushed back towards him, his body shaking as it tried with all of its might to knock away whatever it could. The beam quickly made its way back to Xylo's own hands, burning his skin as it began to travel up his arms, swallowing him whole.

A massive explosion rocked the planet. The only thing that kept Namek from imploding on itself was the desire from both fighters to keep the planet from turning to dust yet again. Smoke coated the skyline above Castle Mazoku entirely. It was starting to look like the planet had experienced its first batch of modern pollution, but soon enough the clouds began to part. It was a slow process, but it wasn't long before Xylo was revealed, and he was in terrible shape.

The Mazoku Lord was missing roughly half of his torso, and one of his legs had been vaporized entirely. His Ki barely kept him afloat, but he was definitely still alive. Xylo grit his teeth harshly as the pain began to register fully, and what little remained of him began to descend toward the ruined hills below.

As his body landed on solid ground, his wounded form began to convulse strangely. What little energy remained in him was being pushed towards regeneration, and after a loud, painful shout, his body restored itself. It was a surprisingly quick process, but all it did was keep Xylo from dying on the spot. He was not going to be able to fight anymore. "Hehehe... What'd I tell you? I've faced much worse before."

Xylo tried to stand, but failed; he fell to one knee, groaning as he looked up at the victor of this little bout. 

"What have you got for me now, President? I hope you have a speech written up about how violence is wrong, and that you should always eat your cereal... Or maybe you want to make a quip about how old I am?"

Vi-Poi might have thought Xylo's pride would be broken, but that was a task no man could accomplish. It was truly terrifying how determined Xylo really was.

"Don't worry. I've heard it all before. You should get back home before your parents start to worry."

He let out a dry chuckle, which morphed into a hacking cough. He really was getting old.

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There was a tense moment as Vi-Poi stepped forwards. His Ki, unlike Xylo's was full of strength. The cyborg was more than able to vaporize the Mazoku Lord. Xylo wasn't fearful, however. Even as the Premier raised his hand up to the Namekian's face, he did little but chuckle.

"C'mon then. Show me what the Premier of Earth is really capable of."

What came next hurt. A lot. Vi-Poi's boot met with Xylo's cheek, smashing him downwards with enough force to collapse a city. The Mazoku Lord's body crumpled into an unconscious heap, being left to the whims of his opponent. What happened next was unknown to Xylo, for he awoke a few minutes after the Premier had left the planet entirely.

With a deep breath, Xylo shot up, standing tall as fast as he could. He was surrounded by his men, their faces each portraying a different emotion. Some were worried for their lord, others laughing with their friends in the back, while others still had become frozen in fear. Perhaps they simply didn't know what to think. He'd need to say something, or things might get awkward.

"Yeah. I lost. I lost to someone really strong. Does that mean I'm giving up? Hell no. We're gonna keep training, and soon, we'll get moving. And next time I see that boy, things will be much different..."

The crowd murmured among itself. Whispers, some of doubt, and some of reassurance, carried along the wind.

"If that's enough to scare you off, then get going. We don't need to cower in our beds because some fool who lives in the corner of the galaxy felt the need to flex his muscles. It's people like him-- the kind that have all the power, and try to scare their foes into submission-- he's the kind of person who will lose his place. We will rise, and they will fall." Xylo grit his teeth as the pain began to register again. It was hard to make a good speech when you just woke up from a bad beatdown, but he was trying his best. "Now if we're all done gawking, I'm going to rest."

The crowd parted, and Xylo began to move. Before he could make it to the Castle Gates, however, someone shouted from the crowd.

"What'll we do about Earth?"

Xylo turned, and scowled. "We deal with them later. The Solar Empire is our main priority, and it always will be. Once we're done with that, we'll think about Earth."

The Mazoku watched the crowd for a moment. It seemed a small handful of soldiers had been deterred by that display. Xylo wouldn't stop them. If they wanted to turn their back, then they weren't strong enough to survive in the first place. With a heavy sigh, Xylo turned on his heel, and limped into the castle. Once he exited eyesight, the soldiers who stayed went back to their duties.

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Really fun thread! I'll take some of that delicious PL.