Post by Sheath on Dec 26, 2014 2:33:49 GMT
It had been a calm day on Planet Earth though where Sheath had found himself there wasn't much life around anyway. Where he had been was simply the coldest lands of all the Planet. He had found himself in the frozen north. Why there one would ask? Simple reason really, No pathetic Earthlings around. Though, he didn't really understand why Empress Wyntre had requested him on this pathetic planet to begin with. There hadn't been much of anyone with ANY knowledge of martial arts or Ki that he had ran into so far. Everybody he had bumped into had been easy kills that hadn't even made Sheath put an ounce of effort in. This planet and it's native race were truly Pathetic. Hopefully in time Sheath would be able to have an actual work out.
Though, none of that mattered right now. The evil Namekian devil had been hovering above the cold, solid ice about three inches with legs crossed. His hands had each grasped his knee's gently and his eyes were closed. The temperature hadn't been bothering him and the light snow that had fallen hadn't cause much of a problem either. Currently, Sheath had found himself meditating. Though, deep in his thoughts there was a raging battle going on. In his head, he had been doing Image training. Which was quite simple. It was used as a way to train techniques and combat skills in a fight without fighting. It brought a hard fought mental battle into play that would still have it's benefits in the real word.
Deep in focus, deep in meditation the signs of the battle had shown no effect on the Red Namek's externals. His face was as calm as could be. His muscles relaxed peacefully in their places. The only thing that could disrupt this Mental state of training is a physical annoyance. Which Sheath had doubted would come to his current location. Hovering peacefully in his place, Sheath focused on what had been going on in his thoughts.
The image had brought the Devil Namekian back to his home Planet of Namek, but that had just been the start. Things had been much different from when he was physically there in body. He wasn't a small Namekian child anymore, no. He was something much different. He was the Namekian devil. The evolution of the Namekian race. He was utter perfection to the pathetic, peaceful greens that had inhabited this planet. They were such filth. They had the potential to rule the universe. Sure, some of their clans hadn't been capable fighters but they were gifted with magic. They could have used the dragon-balls to create an army or mend things to how they see fit. The fighters of the planet weren't amazing but could hold their own against minor threats. A majority of them had a power level of roughly five thousand and some but there were few that had went above and beyond to higher levels. The most notable being the Namekian known as Karnal. He had a power level of roughly thirty five thousand and was the personal guard of the highest respected elder. Though his birth name had long been forgotten they had dubbed him as Guru as he was the one to create the dragon balls for this Planet.
Being back on the Pathetic home world he had grew up on had brought a disgusting taste to his tongue. Though it was only in his mental thoughts that taste had followed him through right to his exterior. The hate he had for these green slugs was unmatched by anything. He didn't understand their kind ways, they had potential. Since they were so peaceful it had been time to rid the world of his green enemies and begin a new race of the more advanced Red Nameks. Though, he was the original. He was the spark and the core essence of that thoughts. His first step was simple, slaughter all of the Green Namekians and then begin to spawn eggs and create his own army though it would take a few years the reward would be much worth the wait!
As he found himself on Namek the Red Devil of a Namekian had looked around. In his mental training he had found himself in the most populated of the Namekian villages of the planet. The place where he could have the most fun in the least amount of time. Slaughter all of the Pathetic beings on this Planet would be MORE than enough entertainment for a few hours. So he figured he'd best get started!
As he had stood firmly where he had been the green Namekians of the village had began to stare. The young children of the planet had seemed to be quite frightened of the Red being that had stood among them but all the Namekians that had been nine years or older had known exactly who it was standing among them. Though nobody had made a move to communicate with him, Sheath was preparing to begin his slaughter. Before he began he saw one of the smallest of children rush into the biggest Namekian hut in the village. It had been there where the village elder had resident. Sheath had decided against demonstrating his strength right away. He figured he'd make example using the village elder first.
Standing there waiting patiently he had drawn more stares as more of the villages inhabitants had come out to stare at the red namekian around them. Some had feared for the worse. The ones that had knew his final words before behind exiled from their home planet, they knew what he was there for. Yet none of them able to make a move. Not yet. The warriors wouldn't act until they needed too. Deep down they had prayed this would end with a peaceful solution though they had also been aware that it wouldn't happen that way.
Finally, emerging from the darkness of the hut the elder of the village had walked out. His pace was slow. His age had been high in the numbers. In his right hand he had gripped an old, hand carved walking stick from the finest of the namekian trees. Though that wasn't exactly saying much as their was only one tree that had been found on Namekian soil. As Sheath stood firm and strong the old elder had paced towards him slowly. Though it had been as fast as he could manage. It had seem to take an eternity to reach him. Finally, when he did the elder had spoken up. "Sheath. It's been a long time since you've stepped on these fine lands. What brings you back? Especially here to my village." His tone cracked with the age he had been showing. His voice clouded with obvious fear and concern. There was also a certain look in his eyes to match. It was obvious to tell by just staring into him that the elder namek had been terrified. He knew that he couldn't do a damn thing about what would happen say the Red Devil unleash his wrath on the poor innocent Namekians that had been observing the interaction.
Sheath kept a straight face. He didn't show any signs emotions. He didn't smirk, smile, or frown. His face had been completely cold. Not a single sign of anything. He was a true warrior, a solid fighter. He had NO weakness as far as he had believed and was a power that couldn't be defeated. For he was evolution, he was death. He then answered. His tone clouded with the lust of blood. He couldn't wait to spill the purple oozing blood of his green foes. "I have come to keep my word, Elder. I have come to eliminate your pathetic bodies from this planet. I am here to extinct your breed of Namekian and bring in the new evolution, the most supreme creature ever brought into the universe. Your successor and your destroyer. You and your brethren are a thing of the past, Elder." With that, Sheath had awaited the response. He didn't care what the elder had to say but he would give him a moment to plead. Though it wouldn't have helped their cause it may have brought even more entertainment to the Red Namek's heart as he slaughtered countless of the greenies that had plagued this once beautiful planet. Of course, they had inhabited it for years before Sheath had ever became a living creature. Though when he had first been brought into the world he had deeply enjoyed the Planet. It had been peaceful and beautiful but now, he had viewed it as tainted. Destroyed, ugly and pitiful. He needed to restore it to it's once great roots. Just with a different race of creatures to inhabit it.
The elder frowned. He his fears were coming to pass. Was this truly going to be the end of the Namekian race?! He could only hope that his warriors would be able to defeat this red foe. Though he had his doubts, his faith was in the fists and the hearts of his fighters. Though this wouldn't be his final resort. He would attempt to negotiate. Though he understood the chances of having a successful negotiations were slim. His last hope was bring up the past. Maybe if Sheath could open up his eyes and see how they had treated him with open hearts, he would change his evil ways. "Sheath, Please. We treated you like one of our own. No different from the rest. Yo--" It was in that moment that the elder had lost his breath. He couldn't spit anything else out of his mouth except for a large mouthful of purple blood that had funnelled it's way up through his throat. His eyes had went wide as he had looked down to see the red limb of the Devil Namekian launched right through his chest. It was then that it started to hurt, the pain was unbearable. The elders grasp on his cane had loosened. Slipping from his hand it had fallen to the ground with a light thud.
At this time, Sheath hadn't budge his head to glance around. The namekians had stared in awe. Some had attempted to flee and others couldn't find the will to move. They had been stunned by what they had just witnessed. This was one of the first violent things to happen on their planet in years. Though having an elder slaughtered in front of them hadn't helped either. Sheath then ripped his hand out from the elders chest. It had been covered with the warm purple blood that had came from the elder. As he brought it down to his side it had ran from his forearm down to his knuckles on his tightly clenched fist, only to slip off and drip to the ground continuously. Sheath had finally scanned the area. He saw all the frightened looks he had gotten from the rest of them. They had known what their fate was going to be. Yet they were to terrified to do anything about it. Of course the ones that had fled were the only smart ones in the area. In a calm tone of voice, Sheath had spoken. "Who's next?" he had asked the crowed that viewed him, though none of them had it in them to say a word Sheath was going to pick his next target quickly. He intended to make quick work of this village though it wouldn't have been as smooth going as he originally planned.
It was then, in that moment that Sheath had felt three weaker power levels come into the area. They had landed side by side in front of Sheath with the middle fighter in front by a couple of feet. It had been obvious that these three namekians were warrior bred. Regardless of their numbers. There power level had been insignificant compared to his own. They were actually quite pathetic. At least he'd get to have a little fun, a little warm up to his slaughter fest that was going to take place in the next few moments. To make matters even more entertaining, the one who stood in the front spoke up. "You're next. We shall exile you off our planet once again Devil, this time you'll be exiled to the other world." With that being said. The three have them removed their robes on cue and tossed them to the blue grass that had covered the land. "You will pay for what you did to elder Gura." With that, the three of them had taken a fighting stance. Once again it was all on cue. Almost like they had rehearsed this moment for years.
Sheath turned fully to face the three of them head on. He stood tall and proud. His fists clenched tightly to his sides. He showed no signs of emotion. Though he was amused he didn't show it. Little did they no he was going to rip them apart in the most brutal manor that he could think of. Though, to stick a knife in the wound he had opened on the planet he spoke his next words with a tone of brutality. "You three shall join your elder. You shall make the base of the pile. The pile of the namekian's that will perish by my hands after the three of you. You don't stand a chance against me. I am your successor you pathetic slugs. I am the best thing that this planet has pushed from it's pitiful core. I am the most advanced being created on this soil and I am the one that is going to clean the filth from it's surface." With that being said Sheath gave them all the coldest stare that he could. It wasn't time to act right now. It had been time to wait. He wanted to see if these slugs were stupid enough to try and fight him. If they did, they would surely die sooner. If they had fled. They would still perish, just at a later time. What would they do? Sheath couldn't wait to see.
With that, the three of them had believed it had been such a good idea to rush their enemy. "I will make you eat those words, Devil!" Was all that the front one had said. It had been quite obvious that he was the so called 'leader' of the trio namekian warriors that had shown up in hopes of stopping the devil. In their efforts the had actually come up with somewhat of a solid strategy. Though of course it wasn't going to turn out the way they had hoped. Realistically speaking, the trio of fools did have a decent attack strategy. The leading Namek had launched himself straight at Sheath as the other two had flanked around to the rear, though they had launched themselves for his sides. It had been quite a predictable plan as they had numbers on their side.
Sheath, being a very intelligent being had already picked out the perfect counter measure to defend against them while causing some light damage to each of the participating fighters. As the head of the trio launched a swift, right handed punch towards his red face. Sheath launched both arms out in a rush and gripped the green namekian flesh tightly, he dug his sharp nails down to cause more pain as well. Of course, this had drawn out some of the purple blood that had been pumping through the namekian's veins though there hadn't been a massive cut. To make matters worse for the trio. Sheath had pivoted around quickly to do a full circle. During this time he had brought the leader of them around to SMASH into the other two. This plan had worked perfectly as the other two had went airborne up until the point that their asses had collided with the solid, hard ground. Of course it hadn't been the only pain that the leader would receive. Upon making his full circle Sheath had released the arm of the leader and sent him flying a couple feet above the planets luscious surface. Though, his direction would hurt. As a second had passed the leader had found himself crashing through a wall of the small namekian hut. Only to hit the ground in there and go for a slide. Luckily though, he had stopped upon making contact with the other wall. "You three aren't capable of making me eat those words. You're all nothing put filth, a toy for my amusement. You aren't capable of destroying me." With that being said, Sheath had turned around to face the other two insignificant life forms that had just barely got to their feet. Their leader colliding with them had hurt a lot more than they had thought it would.
Now that they had been back on their feet. The two brethren had gazed over at each other. They had known that success on defeating the enemy would be a VERY difficult task for Sheath was just too powerful compared to them. As they gazed into each others eyes the one to Sheath's right had a few words to say. "It's been an honour to fight by your side, friend. If we can't defeat this foe I will see you in the other world but before he gets to you. I want you to prepare the rest of the villages for this fiend, let them know of his strength and his motives. Round up the rest of our warrior brothers and give him your best. Go now, for I shall face him to buy you time. Now, goodbye." With those words being said. The namekian warrior had looked back to Sheath to give him his full attention.
Listening to the pathetic little speech of good will Sheath couldn't help but let out a dark chuckle. It had been his first sign of any emotion that he displayed to his opponents, er.. victims. Though, it hadn't been funny. It was extremely amusing how he intended to prepare more fighters to face Sheath head on. Sheath welcomed the challenge. If this useless slug wanted to sacrifice himself in order to buy time he would oblige. Sheath had been here for a single purpose. Whether it had taken days, or months didn't matter to him. He was going to make them all suffer, he was going to pile up their corpses to the sky. He was going to insure that he enjoyed doing it. Remaining silent, Sheath stared down the two. He would destroy them when they had been ready. He'd give them their little moment.
The namekian on the left eyes had widened slightly. He was in shock, he didn't want to believe what his dearest friend had been saying. Though it was a very logical plan he didn't want to go through with it. If they had both stayed. Both of them would meet their end and none of the other warriors had been warned of this threat. It had to be done, for the future of their planet and their fine established race. "I wish not abandon you brother but if you believe that it is the best for our race I shall respect your wishes." Losing his fighting stance he gave his comrade on final nod of his head as a goodbye, and a sign of respect. "I wish good luck to you and a goodbye. I will do my best to defeat this foe if you fail." with a broken look on his green face, he lifted himself off of the ground and blasted towards another village to prepare the warriors. By this time, a majority of the bystanders had began to flee, on foot or by flight if they had the ability too. They had left just the three fighters remaining and the corpse of the elder behind.
Sheath had then watched as the one had blasted away. He wasn't going to make any effort to give chase. There would be time for that later. Right now was time to deal with the Namekian in front of him and the one that had gotten up in the small hut behind him. These two would give an entertaining match for all of two seconds. When they had hit the ground Sheath would move on to the next village. In fact, he'd most likely attempt to follow the one who had just left in order to find all of the warriors. They would be the most fun. Once they had been slaughtered. He was free to slaughter as he pleased without any fools trying to stop him by force. "Playing the hero? Your stupidity shall lead you to your demise, fool. You should have used your head and followed your cowardly friend for it might have given you a couple more hours of life. Now you will meet your end in a brutal manor. I will insure that your death is slow and painful. There shall be no honour in your death, as there is no honour in this act of suicide you have decided for yourself." Sheath had still stood tall and proud. His arms still at his side. He wanted to see the reaction of the pathetic life form that had challenged his might.
With the Namekian in front of him ready to charge, Sheath had been ready to thrust his right hand right through his heart. Though, he had sensed a powered up namekian to his flank though he hadn't been close to match Sheath's devastating might. The fighter had then launched himself forward, attempting a destructive attack from his flank. Though, Sheath had sensed it coming. As the green fighter had neared with his open hand cocked back "DIE DEMON!". Since he had knew it was approaching Sheath had already devised a plan to end the scum quickly. As he acted, the namekian that had stood ready in front of him eye's had gone wide. Swiftly executing his move which was simple. Perfectly timed, Sheath had performed a back flip that had reached heights above his flanking attacker. What happened next had brutalized and brought massive amounts of pain to the green namek who attempted the cheap shot. Thrusting down his right heel he collided it with the spine of the attacker and slammed him into the ground and forced him to lay flat on his stomach. Helpless to move and due to the force of the blow, his spine had been broken. He was completely incapable of movement.
In reaction to seeing his brother suffer a massive blow, the final fighter standing in the area had began to charge Sheath. His feet pacing across the ground quickly. He intended to close the gap quickly and make a massive impact on this Red Devil that had plagued their lands. Though, he didn't quite make it as far as he hoped.
In retaliation Sheath had fired his Darkness Eye Beam. As it exited his eyes and made it's way smoothly through the air it had landed on it's mark. With precise aim it had hit the Namek's chest and pierced right through his heart. When this had happened the Namekian had felt weak. He lost all control of his muscles and was unable to stand tall and proud. His knee's gave out and he collided with the ground only to slide to the Namek under Sheath's foot. Coughing up one large puddle of the purple blood the Namekian's power level was reduced to nothing. He had drawn his last breath as his eyes stared into the ones of his living friend.
Sheath now stared down to the final living creature that had been underneath his foot. "Now it's your turn. You shall join your comrades in the other world." With that being said Sheath raised his right foot from the crippled namekian's back and lifted it above the pathetic wrenches skull. It was now time to end this pathetic little feud. With those words being said Sheath had made his final move. He launched his foot down with all of the force he could muster. As his heel collided with the back of the green fighters skull it had crushed it to mush. Sheath had lifted his foot out of the deceased namek's skull and slid his foot across the gi of the deceased fighter to wipe of the brains and blood that had smeared his boot. "Next up, the rest of this planet."
Unfortunately for Sheath, this was all just his image training. He had played out his dream scenario in his head. Though it had only been a matter of time until his dream became a reality. He continued to prepare for it the way he imagined it being. He would have continued his image training until something had caught his attention. His eyes opened up slowly as he looked into the distance. What he felt he couldn't believe. It had been an INCREDIBLE power level soaring through the sky!
Who was it?! Sheath was quite curious, though he'd find out when the time was right.................
Though, none of that mattered right now. The evil Namekian devil had been hovering above the cold, solid ice about three inches with legs crossed. His hands had each grasped his knee's gently and his eyes were closed. The temperature hadn't been bothering him and the light snow that had fallen hadn't cause much of a problem either. Currently, Sheath had found himself meditating. Though, deep in his thoughts there was a raging battle going on. In his head, he had been doing Image training. Which was quite simple. It was used as a way to train techniques and combat skills in a fight without fighting. It brought a hard fought mental battle into play that would still have it's benefits in the real word.
Deep in focus, deep in meditation the signs of the battle had shown no effect on the Red Namek's externals. His face was as calm as could be. His muscles relaxed peacefully in their places. The only thing that could disrupt this Mental state of training is a physical annoyance. Which Sheath had doubted would come to his current location. Hovering peacefully in his place, Sheath focused on what had been going on in his thoughts.
The image had brought the Devil Namekian back to his home Planet of Namek, but that had just been the start. Things had been much different from when he was physically there in body. He wasn't a small Namekian child anymore, no. He was something much different. He was the Namekian devil. The evolution of the Namekian race. He was utter perfection to the pathetic, peaceful greens that had inhabited this planet. They were such filth. They had the potential to rule the universe. Sure, some of their clans hadn't been capable fighters but they were gifted with magic. They could have used the dragon-balls to create an army or mend things to how they see fit. The fighters of the planet weren't amazing but could hold their own against minor threats. A majority of them had a power level of roughly five thousand and some but there were few that had went above and beyond to higher levels. The most notable being the Namekian known as Karnal. He had a power level of roughly thirty five thousand and was the personal guard of the highest respected elder. Though his birth name had long been forgotten they had dubbed him as Guru as he was the one to create the dragon balls for this Planet.
Being back on the Pathetic home world he had grew up on had brought a disgusting taste to his tongue. Though it was only in his mental thoughts that taste had followed him through right to his exterior. The hate he had for these green slugs was unmatched by anything. He didn't understand their kind ways, they had potential. Since they were so peaceful it had been time to rid the world of his green enemies and begin a new race of the more advanced Red Nameks. Though, he was the original. He was the spark and the core essence of that thoughts. His first step was simple, slaughter all of the Green Namekians and then begin to spawn eggs and create his own army though it would take a few years the reward would be much worth the wait!
As he found himself on Namek the Red Devil of a Namekian had looked around. In his mental training he had found himself in the most populated of the Namekian villages of the planet. The place where he could have the most fun in the least amount of time. Slaughter all of the Pathetic beings on this Planet would be MORE than enough entertainment for a few hours. So he figured he'd best get started!
As he had stood firmly where he had been the green Namekians of the village had began to stare. The young children of the planet had seemed to be quite frightened of the Red being that had stood among them but all the Namekians that had been nine years or older had known exactly who it was standing among them. Though nobody had made a move to communicate with him, Sheath was preparing to begin his slaughter. Before he began he saw one of the smallest of children rush into the biggest Namekian hut in the village. It had been there where the village elder had resident. Sheath had decided against demonstrating his strength right away. He figured he'd make example using the village elder first.
Standing there waiting patiently he had drawn more stares as more of the villages inhabitants had come out to stare at the red namekian around them. Some had feared for the worse. The ones that had knew his final words before behind exiled from their home planet, they knew what he was there for. Yet none of them able to make a move. Not yet. The warriors wouldn't act until they needed too. Deep down they had prayed this would end with a peaceful solution though they had also been aware that it wouldn't happen that way.
Finally, emerging from the darkness of the hut the elder of the village had walked out. His pace was slow. His age had been high in the numbers. In his right hand he had gripped an old, hand carved walking stick from the finest of the namekian trees. Though that wasn't exactly saying much as their was only one tree that had been found on Namekian soil. As Sheath stood firm and strong the old elder had paced towards him slowly. Though it had been as fast as he could manage. It had seem to take an eternity to reach him. Finally, when he did the elder had spoken up. "Sheath. It's been a long time since you've stepped on these fine lands. What brings you back? Especially here to my village." His tone cracked with the age he had been showing. His voice clouded with obvious fear and concern. There was also a certain look in his eyes to match. It was obvious to tell by just staring into him that the elder namek had been terrified. He knew that he couldn't do a damn thing about what would happen say the Red Devil unleash his wrath on the poor innocent Namekians that had been observing the interaction.
Sheath kept a straight face. He didn't show any signs emotions. He didn't smirk, smile, or frown. His face had been completely cold. Not a single sign of anything. He was a true warrior, a solid fighter. He had NO weakness as far as he had believed and was a power that couldn't be defeated. For he was evolution, he was death. He then answered. His tone clouded with the lust of blood. He couldn't wait to spill the purple oozing blood of his green foes. "I have come to keep my word, Elder. I have come to eliminate your pathetic bodies from this planet. I am here to extinct your breed of Namekian and bring in the new evolution, the most supreme creature ever brought into the universe. Your successor and your destroyer. You and your brethren are a thing of the past, Elder." With that, Sheath had awaited the response. He didn't care what the elder had to say but he would give him a moment to plead. Though it wouldn't have helped their cause it may have brought even more entertainment to the Red Namek's heart as he slaughtered countless of the greenies that had plagued this once beautiful planet. Of course, they had inhabited it for years before Sheath had ever became a living creature. Though when he had first been brought into the world he had deeply enjoyed the Planet. It had been peaceful and beautiful but now, he had viewed it as tainted. Destroyed, ugly and pitiful. He needed to restore it to it's once great roots. Just with a different race of creatures to inhabit it.
The elder frowned. He his fears were coming to pass. Was this truly going to be the end of the Namekian race?! He could only hope that his warriors would be able to defeat this red foe. Though he had his doubts, his faith was in the fists and the hearts of his fighters. Though this wouldn't be his final resort. He would attempt to negotiate. Though he understood the chances of having a successful negotiations were slim. His last hope was bring up the past. Maybe if Sheath could open up his eyes and see how they had treated him with open hearts, he would change his evil ways. "Sheath, Please. We treated you like one of our own. No different from the rest. Yo--" It was in that moment that the elder had lost his breath. He couldn't spit anything else out of his mouth except for a large mouthful of purple blood that had funnelled it's way up through his throat. His eyes had went wide as he had looked down to see the red limb of the Devil Namekian launched right through his chest. It was then that it started to hurt, the pain was unbearable. The elders grasp on his cane had loosened. Slipping from his hand it had fallen to the ground with a light thud.
At this time, Sheath hadn't budge his head to glance around. The namekians had stared in awe. Some had attempted to flee and others couldn't find the will to move. They had been stunned by what they had just witnessed. This was one of the first violent things to happen on their planet in years. Though having an elder slaughtered in front of them hadn't helped either. Sheath then ripped his hand out from the elders chest. It had been covered with the warm purple blood that had came from the elder. As he brought it down to his side it had ran from his forearm down to his knuckles on his tightly clenched fist, only to slip off and drip to the ground continuously. Sheath had finally scanned the area. He saw all the frightened looks he had gotten from the rest of them. They had known what their fate was going to be. Yet they were to terrified to do anything about it. Of course the ones that had fled were the only smart ones in the area. In a calm tone of voice, Sheath had spoken. "Who's next?" he had asked the crowed that viewed him, though none of them had it in them to say a word Sheath was going to pick his next target quickly. He intended to make quick work of this village though it wouldn't have been as smooth going as he originally planned.
It was then, in that moment that Sheath had felt three weaker power levels come into the area. They had landed side by side in front of Sheath with the middle fighter in front by a couple of feet. It had been obvious that these three namekians were warrior bred. Regardless of their numbers. There power level had been insignificant compared to his own. They were actually quite pathetic. At least he'd get to have a little fun, a little warm up to his slaughter fest that was going to take place in the next few moments. To make matters even more entertaining, the one who stood in the front spoke up. "You're next. We shall exile you off our planet once again Devil, this time you'll be exiled to the other world." With that being said. The three have them removed their robes on cue and tossed them to the blue grass that had covered the land. "You will pay for what you did to elder Gura." With that, the three of them had taken a fighting stance. Once again it was all on cue. Almost like they had rehearsed this moment for years.
Sheath turned fully to face the three of them head on. He stood tall and proud. His fists clenched tightly to his sides. He showed no signs of emotion. Though he was amused he didn't show it. Little did they no he was going to rip them apart in the most brutal manor that he could think of. Though, to stick a knife in the wound he had opened on the planet he spoke his next words with a tone of brutality. "You three shall join your elder. You shall make the base of the pile. The pile of the namekian's that will perish by my hands after the three of you. You don't stand a chance against me. I am your successor you pathetic slugs. I am the best thing that this planet has pushed from it's pitiful core. I am the most advanced being created on this soil and I am the one that is going to clean the filth from it's surface." With that being said Sheath gave them all the coldest stare that he could. It wasn't time to act right now. It had been time to wait. He wanted to see if these slugs were stupid enough to try and fight him. If they did, they would surely die sooner. If they had fled. They would still perish, just at a later time. What would they do? Sheath couldn't wait to see.
With that, the three of them had believed it had been such a good idea to rush their enemy. "I will make you eat those words, Devil!" Was all that the front one had said. It had been quite obvious that he was the so called 'leader' of the trio namekian warriors that had shown up in hopes of stopping the devil. In their efforts the had actually come up with somewhat of a solid strategy. Though of course it wasn't going to turn out the way they had hoped. Realistically speaking, the trio of fools did have a decent attack strategy. The leading Namek had launched himself straight at Sheath as the other two had flanked around to the rear, though they had launched themselves for his sides. It had been quite a predictable plan as they had numbers on their side.
Sheath, being a very intelligent being had already picked out the perfect counter measure to defend against them while causing some light damage to each of the participating fighters. As the head of the trio launched a swift, right handed punch towards his red face. Sheath launched both arms out in a rush and gripped the green namekian flesh tightly, he dug his sharp nails down to cause more pain as well. Of course, this had drawn out some of the purple blood that had been pumping through the namekian's veins though there hadn't been a massive cut. To make matters worse for the trio. Sheath had pivoted around quickly to do a full circle. During this time he had brought the leader of them around to SMASH into the other two. This plan had worked perfectly as the other two had went airborne up until the point that their asses had collided with the solid, hard ground. Of course it hadn't been the only pain that the leader would receive. Upon making his full circle Sheath had released the arm of the leader and sent him flying a couple feet above the planets luscious surface. Though, his direction would hurt. As a second had passed the leader had found himself crashing through a wall of the small namekian hut. Only to hit the ground in there and go for a slide. Luckily though, he had stopped upon making contact with the other wall. "You three aren't capable of making me eat those words. You're all nothing put filth, a toy for my amusement. You aren't capable of destroying me." With that being said, Sheath had turned around to face the other two insignificant life forms that had just barely got to their feet. Their leader colliding with them had hurt a lot more than they had thought it would.
Now that they had been back on their feet. The two brethren had gazed over at each other. They had known that success on defeating the enemy would be a VERY difficult task for Sheath was just too powerful compared to them. As they gazed into each others eyes the one to Sheath's right had a few words to say. "It's been an honour to fight by your side, friend. If we can't defeat this foe I will see you in the other world but before he gets to you. I want you to prepare the rest of the villages for this fiend, let them know of his strength and his motives. Round up the rest of our warrior brothers and give him your best. Go now, for I shall face him to buy you time. Now, goodbye." With those words being said. The namekian warrior had looked back to Sheath to give him his full attention.
Listening to the pathetic little speech of good will Sheath couldn't help but let out a dark chuckle. It had been his first sign of any emotion that he displayed to his opponents, er.. victims. Though, it hadn't been funny. It was extremely amusing how he intended to prepare more fighters to face Sheath head on. Sheath welcomed the challenge. If this useless slug wanted to sacrifice himself in order to buy time he would oblige. Sheath had been here for a single purpose. Whether it had taken days, or months didn't matter to him. He was going to make them all suffer, he was going to pile up their corpses to the sky. He was going to insure that he enjoyed doing it. Remaining silent, Sheath stared down the two. He would destroy them when they had been ready. He'd give them their little moment.
The namekian on the left eyes had widened slightly. He was in shock, he didn't want to believe what his dearest friend had been saying. Though it was a very logical plan he didn't want to go through with it. If they had both stayed. Both of them would meet their end and none of the other warriors had been warned of this threat. It had to be done, for the future of their planet and their fine established race. "I wish not abandon you brother but if you believe that it is the best for our race I shall respect your wishes." Losing his fighting stance he gave his comrade on final nod of his head as a goodbye, and a sign of respect. "I wish good luck to you and a goodbye. I will do my best to defeat this foe if you fail." with a broken look on his green face, he lifted himself off of the ground and blasted towards another village to prepare the warriors. By this time, a majority of the bystanders had began to flee, on foot or by flight if they had the ability too. They had left just the three fighters remaining and the corpse of the elder behind.
Sheath had then watched as the one had blasted away. He wasn't going to make any effort to give chase. There would be time for that later. Right now was time to deal with the Namekian in front of him and the one that had gotten up in the small hut behind him. These two would give an entertaining match for all of two seconds. When they had hit the ground Sheath would move on to the next village. In fact, he'd most likely attempt to follow the one who had just left in order to find all of the warriors. They would be the most fun. Once they had been slaughtered. He was free to slaughter as he pleased without any fools trying to stop him by force. "Playing the hero? Your stupidity shall lead you to your demise, fool. You should have used your head and followed your cowardly friend for it might have given you a couple more hours of life. Now you will meet your end in a brutal manor. I will insure that your death is slow and painful. There shall be no honour in your death, as there is no honour in this act of suicide you have decided for yourself." Sheath had still stood tall and proud. His arms still at his side. He wanted to see the reaction of the pathetic life form that had challenged his might.
With the Namekian in front of him ready to charge, Sheath had been ready to thrust his right hand right through his heart. Though, he had sensed a powered up namekian to his flank though he hadn't been close to match Sheath's devastating might. The fighter had then launched himself forward, attempting a destructive attack from his flank. Though, Sheath had sensed it coming. As the green fighter had neared with his open hand cocked back "DIE DEMON!". Since he had knew it was approaching Sheath had already devised a plan to end the scum quickly. As he acted, the namekian that had stood ready in front of him eye's had gone wide. Swiftly executing his move which was simple. Perfectly timed, Sheath had performed a back flip that had reached heights above his flanking attacker. What happened next had brutalized and brought massive amounts of pain to the green namek who attempted the cheap shot. Thrusting down his right heel he collided it with the spine of the attacker and slammed him into the ground and forced him to lay flat on his stomach. Helpless to move and due to the force of the blow, his spine had been broken. He was completely incapable of movement.
In reaction to seeing his brother suffer a massive blow, the final fighter standing in the area had began to charge Sheath. His feet pacing across the ground quickly. He intended to close the gap quickly and make a massive impact on this Red Devil that had plagued their lands. Though, he didn't quite make it as far as he hoped.
In retaliation Sheath had fired his Darkness Eye Beam. As it exited his eyes and made it's way smoothly through the air it had landed on it's mark. With precise aim it had hit the Namek's chest and pierced right through his heart. When this had happened the Namekian had felt weak. He lost all control of his muscles and was unable to stand tall and proud. His knee's gave out and he collided with the ground only to slide to the Namek under Sheath's foot. Coughing up one large puddle of the purple blood the Namekian's power level was reduced to nothing. He had drawn his last breath as his eyes stared into the ones of his living friend.
Sheath now stared down to the final living creature that had been underneath his foot. "Now it's your turn. You shall join your comrades in the other world." With that being said Sheath raised his right foot from the crippled namekian's back and lifted it above the pathetic wrenches skull. It was now time to end this pathetic little feud. With those words being said Sheath had made his final move. He launched his foot down with all of the force he could muster. As his heel collided with the back of the green fighters skull it had crushed it to mush. Sheath had lifted his foot out of the deceased namek's skull and slid his foot across the gi of the deceased fighter to wipe of the brains and blood that had smeared his boot. "Next up, the rest of this planet."
Unfortunately for Sheath, this was all just his image training. He had played out his dream scenario in his head. Though it had only been a matter of time until his dream became a reality. He continued to prepare for it the way he imagined it being. He would have continued his image training until something had caught his attention. His eyes opened up slowly as he looked into the distance. What he felt he couldn't believe. It had been an INCREDIBLE power level soaring through the sky!
Who was it?! Sheath was quite curious, though he'd find out when the time was right.................