Post by Zasho Hirugetsu on Jan 5, 2015 1:22:01 GMT
Floodlights illuminated the village, the mechanical hum of the two armored transport vehicles the only noise to fill the night air. Quiet, Kurz-no-undan thought to himself, two rows of molars gnashing within his heavy skull as he took a silent step forward, crunching glass and charred concrete underfoot. The ruined town could hardly be described as such, for where there was once peace and happiness, naught was left but a smoking husk strewn with dismembered, obliterated bodies, some still afire as the steeled eyes of the commander and his squadron set themselves to the task. The aliens that had assaulted their world had smashed into their home-world within the confines of tiny craft only to emerge and wreak absolute havoc, but four times Kurz-no-undan and his men had beaten them back, taking them prisoner, or outright taken their lives.
Too quiet, the two and a half meter specimen decided as his right and left eye glanced to either side, independent of the other two, to look over his soldiers. As always, the center sphere remained focused on that which stretched before him. The commander had decided the time to move was now, and this newest threat must be eliminated with due haste, for the last two attempts at the extermination of the offender had been naught but disappointment. Perhaps, in their failed attempts, the would-be-conquerors had decided that to hit and run would be the best course of action. With a movement of one hand, the two soldiers to his left fanned out and advanced, their heavy boots careful not to betray their positions as Kurz-no-undan touched a digit to a device strapped about his wrist, instantly ceasing the floodlights of his transport vehicles and silencing the motors within them.
The trio of spheres behind his visor settled upon the two to his right and another signal of his hand was issued, barely visible in the darkness, and the commander and the two shouldered their rifles and eased away from their armored transports in search of the genocidal terrors to recently plague their home, rich in technology and resources. It was no small wonder than Rutran IV was under such harassment, and Kurz-no-undan and his fighting four had been the shield that had guarded the planet for the last ten years. In over twenty response missions, they had yet to fail. . .
The first explosion knocked Kurz-no-undan to his stomach whilst his armor absorbed the brunt of the impact, his senses unshaken as his brothers as he regained their footing and spun only for the following blast to blind him for but a moment. A grin crossed his lips at the idea of combat, but the tall soldier kept his composure as he and the pair beside him sought cover and sighted their weapons, simultaneously engaging lights adorning their helms which were hardly needed. The man beside him confirmed what Kurz-no-undan and the others had already mentally realized.
"The motherfucker blew the transports! ! !" Indeed. All that remained of the two vehicles was twisted and smoking metal, what could burn already alight and lending greater visibility to what was quickly to become a battlefield, Kurz-no-undan knew. With his plasma rifle still shouldered the commander went for his belt with his off-hand and pulled a grenade itno his four fingered hand. A lesser man would feel dread overcoming his being, but the Rutranese warrior had nothing but courage in his beating hearts.__________
Half a mile in the sky, the devil himself grinned down as his vision took in his handiwork with a sense of pleasure. In muscular, veined hands were two rifles identical to the three shouldered far below despite the glaring fact that a sphere apiece was impaled on each barrel, and with a chuckle devoid of caution, those two hands released the weapons to allow them to tumble through the sky as the pyres of destruction burned so beautifully below the barbaric devil.__________
The two weapons clattered before the commander, and a snarl of distaste ripped up through his throat and audibly sounded, amplified by the mouthpiece of his helm, a fine addition for barking commands. As technological and well built as the helm, the rifles held together, as well as the two helms and the heads within them at the end of each barrel. Blood flowed freely from each stump of neck from which the heads had been torn. "He's above us," Kurz-no-undan issued as he raised his weapon and the lights from his helmet followed his readjusted vision. You'll hurt for this, demon, he thought, as his mouth set grimly within his skull as his three eyes settled upon the single man high in the sky. This one had come alone, the power scanners had indicated such, and he would die alone as a blazing salvo of plasma rocketed forth as his trigger finger and those of his brothers set their rifles to life.
A roar of battle ripped up from the trio's vocals as their bolts lanced upward, exploding against their enemy rather than simply piercing him, as they should have. It mattered not to Kurz-no-undan, this creature would pay for the lives of his brothers as he continued his assault, the smoking cloud above them growing for what seemed like hours before one, two, and finally three rifles overheated and sidearms flashed out. "Hold fire!" the commander barked, for surely the assailant was finished or too grievously wounded to warrant further fight.__________
Above, the murderer shivered with the pride at his own strength. Four squad of “conquerors” had come to this planet before him, and two had turned tail at the overwhelming firepower of Rutran IV's fighting men. The other two crews had been slain or imprisoned, which, the devil himself cared not. Certainly, his aura and strength had not shielded him from the full of the assault, but the wounds that adorned his flesh were light burns and scratches where his armor had broken free from his body. Crimson trickled down from the ragged incisions, and as soon as the attack against him ceased, the demon powered himself downward with Bukujutsu.
Black boots slammed against the ground, blasting away the rubble beneath them as the trio of aliens opened fire with their handguns only for the roar of the warlord before them drowned out even the sound of their weapons.__________
“YOU HAVE BEEN BAITED! ! !” the smaller creature informed them as it lashed forward, too fast for their three eyes, and batted the closest fighter to him aside with a powerful backhand that crushed his breastplate and the organs within, tearing flesh and metals and emptying intestines onto the ground as he pressed his own attack.
“BEATEN! ! !” it roared, as another Rutranese brother met his demise. Kurz-no-undan watched as the tiny creature that was killing his men powered a foot through helm and skull and all, the horrific attack literally exploding the head as if it had never been atop the hulking shoulders of his man. The commander rose, lifting the grenade to his teeth as a sphere of light twinkled to life in the palm of the monster and was then fired upward before it halted. Terror unfolded as the tiny thing marched forward, his body changing as his clothing tore away, a pained and pleasured growl rolling up from his throat as his jaws elongated, teeth lengthening to fangs as the man-beast approached a commander whom, for the first time in his illustrious career, was shaken to his core. Kurz-no-undan felt his bowels release as what was known as Oozaru stopped, still growing and snarling, just before him.
“And now,” the great ape said, the speech guttural and animalistic, “all your people will die! ! !”
With a lurch and a snap of the morphing jaws, the half Saiyan, half Oozaru, still completely conscious of his actions, bit the being infront of him in half as a tsunami of blood spurted up from the waist of what remained of Kurz-no-undan before a muffled explosion sounded from within the were-ape and it was sent spiraling across the ground, shrieking and clutching a smoking maw from which the explosion rocked forth.
In his final moment, Kurz-no-undan had unpinned the grenade, but for naught. . .the Oozaru rose to the hulking height which accompanied the Saiyajin's truest form and Zasho Hirugetsu stalked off, his highly attuned nose leading him to the feast of carnage, and most importantly, meat before him. Tonight the denizens of Rutran IV would be annihilated and the planet would be sold, his power would grow, and his coffers would swell. Slightly conscious of the aforementioned, the Oozaru smiled and tilted his carnivorous jaws to the sky as a howling roar, louder than any prior explosion, filled the night and the people of this world with horror.
[[I'm aware my character doesn't currently have access to the false moon technique, and it was simply used to add flavor to my beginner post. Rest assured I will never use a technique not in Zasho's arsenal in an actual player encounter.]]