Post by Articho Reville on Oct 29, 2017 5:08:50 GMT
Articho stared at the Heran as he admitted his want to surrender. What a buzzkill... He crossed his arms over his chest and sighed in annoyance before quickly lifting one arm and swinging it down in a chop aimed at the spot between Gekido's neck and shoulder, attempting to knock him unconscious. Afterward, he returned to his regular Super Saiyan state, stretching his arms across his chest to stretch them out as his muscles shrank back down. Styx ran back over to him and handed Arti his jacket, casting a queasy glance at Gekido's stub of an arm as blood continued to dribble out of it. "Oh, right," Articho said, a small ball of flames appearing above his hand. "You might want to look away from this." Styx turned her head as Arti shot a Flame Kamehameha towards Gekido's stub, whether he was still awake or not to cauterize the wound and stop the bleeding.
"What a waste of time..." the hybrid grumbled under his breath as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his sunglasses. He pressed a button on the frame, sending out a message to the SSE that an aggressor on Shikk had been dealt with and was ready to be sent to Knutts. He grimaced as he finished the message, thinking back to his own time in the space prison. He didn't much like the place, but it seemed like the best place to put this psycho. The Saiyans could take out their own trash; he was just there to put it on the curb.
Gekido looked up as Articho disappeared hitting him in the back of the neck. The Heran fell back slamming his foot back as he looked forward. "You are not worthy of beating me!!!!!!!!!!!!" Gekido roared with pride. He'd not this pathetic warrior beat him. He had already said that was not going to happen. He had said all of this not for it to be wrong. He'd look up as Articho fired some flame covered beam. He was aiming for his arm as Gekido ran right through the beams running his skin burning away as he ran through towards Aritcho. "You think this weak shit gonna stop me!!!!!!!" Gekido was slowing down as he was burning all over. He didn't care. He had not gone for a full power strike. He assumed Gekido the Butcher could be brought down so easily. Gekido stopped in Aritcho as burns covered his body. He smirked looking down as he was still ablaze his eyes that of a monster. A Demon. The pain, he gave him bloodlust. Not this day. Today he was allowed to live a loser. "If that was your attempt to beat me...." Gekido stepped back pain running through his body. The Beatdown Aritcho had given him was still there. But he was no super Saiyan. He was not a Super Saiyan. A Pretender. He saw none of that angry that bloodlust. He didn't see the warrior spirit. He saw a man who had trained for be mediocre. He would not lose to a pretender. Gekido the Butcher only lost to those worthy. "You pulled back your punches if you wanted to kill me I'd be dead." Gekido looked down at him, "You had no intention to kill me. You won't kill maybe that some principle of yours. I respect the foolish. Worlds and worlds fell to the saiyans. Maybe you want to protect them or maybe...maybe you want to prove something."
Strings launched from his stub attempting to grasp at his arm and pull it to him. If successful it would reattach to his arm to his burning stub. Gekido let out a roar looking down at Aritcho, "I won't allow a man I called weak and foolish to beat me. I have more pride than that. I came for a fight, not this. Not a man with so many double standards. The Saiyans killed billions do they not deserve the same. Maybe you're on the side of forgetfulness but as I said you're not worth my time. I said only two people are allowed to defeat me. One is Tulip and the second." Gekido fist glowed as he sent his arm into his chest full force. Not to kill himself but to do serious damage and knock himself out. If Aritcho wanted to leave him dead he could but no he would not. He knew that. "And me....Loser." Gekido drove his fist around as he coughed out a fountain of blood as Gekido collapsed face first. He would decide his own fate.
(Gekido Takes Aritcho attack since it like that V:1 takes I don't 400k from that) (Gekido uses Mp3:[MP3] Ultra Ki-Infused Melee) (Did 1,131,120 damage to himself knocking himself out) (Powerlevel with De Bonus please)
Post by Articho Reville on Oct 30, 2017 1:15:09 GMT
Articho watched as Gekido charged through his Flame Kamehameha, shouting something about him not being "worthy" or whatever. It was funny, really. As much as the Heran chose to shout in anger and hold onto what shred of pride he had left, he was failing to see that he was already beaten. His body was broken and the flames sapped even more of his strength. There was nothing left Gekido could do to win. "I already told you: I've got nothing to prove. Not to scum like you," Articho replied. "Killing you would put me on your level and I have no intention to make myself the equal of someone who would so easily commit mass murder. You've got it twisted: it's not me who's unworthy to fight you. It's you who's unworthy to fight me." Articho turned to face Gekido fully, his aura flaring up again as Styx stepped away from the pair. "You're not worthy of anything. So, lose the moral high ground and give up. You're not going to win this."
Articho just watched as Gekido reattached his arm to the smouldering stub. Awfully rude to make him waste energy like that trying to stop the Heran's bleeding. And he didn't flinch as Gekido drove a fist into his own chest and collapsed to the ground in a puddle of blood. He shook his head in disappointment as Styx covered her mouth. "Oh Kai..." she said quietly at the sight of the Heran on the ground. Slowly, Articho's aura swirled to a stop and he returned to his base form. He ran his fingers through his hair, tousling his black locks as he sighed. "What a thing to cancel a date for..." he muttered to himself as he turned away from the unconscious Heran. Styx uncovered her face and smiled at Arti, though there was some queasiness present on her face.
"You saved all these people by coming, though. And now that I don't have to work to process all those souls, we can always have another date!" she said, cheerfully clapping her hands together. Arti rolled his eyes and looked over to Gira and Mimikku, waving them over now that it was all over.
"Fun fact: Kamehamehas are just as effective fire stoppers as they are destructive waves of death."
Gira sat where she was over the course of the confrontation, her chin in her hands and a bored expression on her face. The fight wasn't even interesting if it could even be called a fight. Gekido had no interest in facing off against her sensei, it seemed. It was probably for the best. Articho had him extremely outmatched after all. While she trusted her sensei wouldn't outright murder the Heran, even if he was acting foolish, it was still good to see that the Super Saiyan wasn't going for the kill.
If he had intended to kill Gekido, he could do so easily. Like swatting a fly. Their battle seemed to heat up soon after it began... quite literally. As Articho used his Flame Kamehameha in an attempt to cauterize Gekido's severed arm, the Heran ran right through his attack, searing his flesh and burning him severely. Gira had to look away at that point. Her stomach could hardly take the smell. Even from this distance, she still caught a whiff of it on the wind.
It smelled like cooking meat, but somehow different. It made her stomach turn. If she looked at the scene, the hybrid knew she would lose her lunch. Once she felt Gekido's power drop to almost nothing, Gira looked back at the battlefield. Gekid's charred form lied on the ground at Articho's feet, unconscious. "Thank god." Gira let out a sigh of relief as it seemed he was still alive. Styx waved her and Mimi over after that. The hybrid dropped off the rock formation and floated over to her sensei and his girlfriend.
She landed on the ground in front of Articho, averting her gaze from the defeated Heran and addressing the other hybrid. "H-Hey, sensei. Good work there. And hello to you too Styx. Good to see you." She kicked a pebble near her foot. "U-Um... you need help with him?" Gira sounded unsure as she asked the question. Still, she felt like she should offer her help to Articho. He had done so much for her after all. Mimikku
Mimikku had just returned from another run dragging away a mother and daughter of Saiyan and Kagami heritage. Having noticed the powers suddenly drop she glanced toward the sight of the fight. Taking a few moments to try and gather what all had happened. She noticed a discarded arm laying upon the ground some feet away from Articho and Gekido. Noticing that the fight was over already she blinked. Noticing that Gira was now over beside the other three people she shook her head. It seemed that everything was settled in several quick instances.
With a quick motion she would be over beside them and looking over at Articho as he held the man. “You should of sent him to the afterlife. He will but do this again and again. Sometimes letting people live while noble will not allow peace to exist. They will keep drawing upon their hatred and that will fuel them to attempt genocide time and again…”
Being quiet after a few moments she would look between the two of them as she knew she could not fight Articho in a straight up fight even with her heightened state. Yet she would not back down from her belief. Today was one of those days that she would speak up and now she would defend these people. Even if she was but a slave to many a Saiyan eye she would try to attempt things to change that.
Post by Articho Reville on Nov 2, 2017 11:29:03 GMT
Styx bowed in greeting to Gira as Articho returned to the Heran on the ground. The hybrid studied the bloody, mutilated mess that Gekido had made himself into for a moment as his rubbed the back of his neck. His fingers trailed over the thick scar tissue near the base of his skull, the last physical reminder of his own time in the Saiyan space prison. "He's the Saiyans' problem now, so I'm alright," he replied, poking the Heran's inert body with his shoe. They likely would take him to Knutts when the Saiyan soldiers came to collect him, then he'd be at their mercy. Seems like it just wasn't this guy's lucky day. "They'll stick him in their prison, put a bomb in his neck, and hold the threat of death over his head for however long he stays there. Let's just hope that he doesn't get smart while he's stuck there and if he does try to escape, he gets a bit more than he bargained for."
Articho looked over at Mimikku, his expression neutral. "Whether you kill him or not, it won't make a difference. You know just as well as I do that death isn't as one way as many would think. If he really wants to, then he'll just come back after spending some time festering in Hell. If you ask me, that doesn't really seem like a better alternative to letting him live," he replied. He picked Styx up and turned in the direction of his ship, looking over his shoulder at Mimi and Gira. "We'll just have to be there next time he tries. I'll see you two around, yeah?"
"See you guys later!" Styx said cheerily, waving to the other women as Arti lifted himself off of the ground and flew towards his ship.
Gira looked down at Gekido as Articho said t hat he was the Saiyans' problem now. Upon seeing his charred, mangled body, the hybrid put a hand to her mouth and choked back bile. "Ugh... oh..." Now that she thought about it, it was a good thing she wasn't needed for "prisoner transport." Gira could hardly stomach looking at the guy, let alone escorting him. She averted her gaze quickly, looking back at her sensei as he indicated he was going to leave.
"Yeah, see you around, sensei. I'll come around for training here soon if you're not busy." As Articho turned to leave, Gira turned to Mimi. "Uh... name's Gira. I'm a half-Saiyan from Planet Earth. If you're ever in the neighborhood, let me know. I'd really like to spar with you sometime. You seem pretty strong." The hybrid smiled warmly at Mimi. "But i'm gonna go now. I think I need something good to eat." She pat her stomach before giving Mimi a small wave, levitating into the air. "See ya!"
With that, Gira would attempt to fly back to her ship's Landing Zone. If she managed to make it out without interruption, she would board her ship, the Flight of Justice, and head up to the kitchen and beginning to dig through the fridge, eventually coming out with a large sandwich. She then grabbed a bag of chips from the cupboard before speaking. "Yo, SAM, initiate launch sequence, please."
As Gira walked into the elevator and began heading up to the living quarters, the ship began to rumble, taking off with great speed. Gira would spend the journey back to Earth eating, relaxing, and training her Super Saiyan form in an attempt to reach the next plateau of power. Attempting to exit! PL please.
She would be taking a few moments to collect herself as she looked at Gekido’s mangled and beaten frame. Sending him to the Space Prison was one way of dealing with him that was true but it honestly seemed that sending him there was nothing but a speed bump. Which death could be considered the exact same thing. “You are right… We both know that death is but an inconvience as we both have died and returned to the land of the living… Then I guess I will stay here instead of returning to Earth along with you Arti. Sad that I am not going to be able to continue training with you as I do not want this place to remain undefended for any reason…”
Looking at her hands she would then glance around at the people that had gathered around the area as the fighting had died down. It seemed that the quartet had become something of an aberration and as Arti left she turned to Gira. A simple introduction and she would hear her give her introduction and before Gira would leave she would stop her. “Miss Gira… Can I ask you a favor? Take this to someone on Earth. Her name is Aina and she is a soldier within the Blue Banner Army’s KAOS Division. Tell her that her mother is sorry but she is going to remain off world and protect someone that… needs it.”
The item handed over was a small necklace with a ring threaded into its chain. Taking a few steps away from her she would close her eyes and take off into the air with a burst of ki. She was going to make certain someone like Gekido would not be able to wipe out a planet like this again. Even if it would cost her her life in the future. Her aura would be strong as she flew and found a place to toss her capsule house. She would turn to look up at the stars one time before turning and heading inside the house.