Post by Deleted on May 13, 2015 13:04:20 GMT
He'd been here once before if memory served and it seemed oddly enough a bad thing could evolve into a good deal. The bandits he'd run into a few days ago turned out to be apart of a rather larger ring when it came down to it. The tiger humanoid leader he'd slain and stolen sword from a secondary boss to the outfit. One that had been ravaging up and down the desert onto a couple of villages or more. Making it hard for the small places to do much about it given they didn't have any good means of defense to aid themselves. Most of their efforts and skill went to keeping the wells running and their lives kept afloat. If not for stumbling across it he may have never discovered it himself. But it didn't take long for Jarvis to recognize some accounts. Enjoying it as he told them of the death of the man only to be told of the larger group not far off when hearing a chance to tell story to someone who mentioned similar profile of bandits. A chance to tell kids a battle story and folks a tale that may get him a free drink or meal. Some of these groups were choosing smaller off the path villages as easier targets then areas to close to the cities. The powers of great warriors made it harder to work there even in large numbers. Thinking back to the androids foot that met with his head as well as the saiyans fist and attacks he couldn't really blame them for picking smaller targets.
He did however discover that these people were sitting on some last settlement of gathered money. Although he suspected when the offer came down the money was actually just a protection payment that was meant for the bandits. Sorta a pay Tom with Sams money to kill Sam I suppose. Although he wasn't exactly against the idea. But it didn't pay until he returned with proof of the leader silenced. They didn't exactly push for death but he wasn't exactly to worried about the bastards health either. The job was sound enough although a little lack luster for his usually tastes. But hey they couldn't all involve smuggling ships and mutant women. Ah but those were stories for other times weren't they. Right now he had a offer from people not used to this sorta thing. Didn't want to wait to long and have them get a change of heart.
He'd shake the mans hand one of the elders, Get a bit of information and be off on his way. Really rather in good moods from the deal. He'd gotten the deal to make a bit of cash which he'd been looking for and perhaps even was gonna be able work off some of this built up tension from the past few days.
He'd flown most the way skipping a few miles of the desert. You've seen one endless stretch of sand you've likely seen them all. Warm day though so that was good. But he'd finally land and hoof it when he could finally make out through the dusty wind the base camp not far off. A small plethora of tents and all terrain jeep vehicles. There was a hover vehicle too he believed but it didn't seem to be running he'd guess from the folks gathered around it surrounded by tools and covered in grease up to their elbows. A couple large water tanks as well. Probably smart to have stored water in the desert encase wells ran dry.
He'd twirl the sword in his palm the saiyan walking with a bit of a kick in his step up to the gate. A net like fence surrounding the base in a bordering outline. It was more to catch dusty sand winds then anything else. Sand storms were a problem now and again he was told. He wore as he did often lately a sleeveless saiyan body suit. Black military human pants worn over them and black human military boots. White saiyan gloves as well. Good style he'd come to admire actually. The blue eyes watching over folks as his tail waved freely behind him.
Now before he got to them lets make something clear. Jarvis doesn't normally enjoy killing but when he's paid to do something he does it. IF he accepts the job. But every so often you get to be around those sort of people you know need to be killed. An as well are fighters who are willing to go straight into hell swinging like champs. This would be one of those times.
Now as he strolled up to the gates two surly and large men greeted him. On more human the other like the leader a cat like man. Face like a lion and a mane to match. His own little fury tail dangling behind him. "Why hello there friend! Might this be captain tigers base? I've heard of him and I really need a word ya know. So if ya'd be so kind I'd very much like to have a word. Oh just to be sure!" He'd flash the sword he balanced on his shoulder to them letting them take in the image recognizing who it belonged to. "You son of a bitch... That was his sons sword. Wait blue hair... Tail. You're the guy that passed through our pass a few days back!!!" He'd yell to sound a alarm quickly. Jarvis's furrowing his brow lightly. These folks were no fun they didn't want to fight separately. So much for criminal honor or codes among scoundrels. He'd raise the sword smashing it down on the fat human turning a alarm crank fast and with speed. The blaring horn was positively loud as could be. It ached the head and sending the blade from the top of the mans head to the base of his neck splitting the head in two sent a relaxing chill down Jarvis's spine. The crank had stopped as did the alarm. It was like slipping out of a hang over. Soothing music of silence only surprised to feel the sensation of a furry fist collided with his head then grab it. The lion mans fists gripping and squeezing. A uncomfortable grip and strong for a bandit at that. But under neath feeling a bit of pressure Jarvis would merely snicker flicking some blood from his sword onto the sand. "Bad move mate..." He'd say grunting as he'd slash the blade across the mans stomach spilling his innards onto the sand like a painting on a easel. Coloring the bland sand with crimson paint.
He'd hold the furry hand up another to his stomach trying to hold in what he could. "Please no!... I have money... I yield to the better man... Just spare my life!" Which was met with only a hunk of steel crushing his head in a squishy mess as if crushing a melon with a ton of steel smashing down. Oddly enough just as messy too. His clothes all over a bit red as he walked past the gates whistling. Twirling the sword at his side as well fixing his hair with his free hand. It was gonna be a good day. Nothing like wiping the world of a few assholes.
He'd proceed onward caught off guard by a onslaught of bullets though. A medium sized band of folks with high powered fire arms and blades in the distance. Seeming to favor ranged combat presently. They fired rapidly bullets flying at him. Now these were just plain bullets. Nothing special just old lead and some steel. But you know what, even if they couldn't kill him they still damn well hurt. Jarvis danced in place for a moment as his clothes tore a bit and bullets pinged on his body in varies places as he hoped from side to side for a moment swinging his sword. "By the Kais, God dammit! son of a bitch!" He'd say roaring out various profanity before diving behind the broken down hover vehicle he'd mentioned earlier. Thank god it was close to the gate. Likely wasn't doing to had when it broke down so stopped it just shy of when he got to the base. He'd look over himself feeling like he'd just struck a wasp nest and found within it the oldest and most powerful little buggers ever to earn the right of wasp fighters. He was pissed suddenly and agitated. "You bastards! That hurts!! Why not just come out and fight me like real men!?" His yell out only resulting in the area he found rest in to be barraged with more bullets. the smacking sounds of metal denting and the car taking bullets from back to front on the opposite side he was on. It was loud and ached his head as he noticed this pair of pants was torn. His boots had taken a shot to the side and the leather was ruined. He could already feel where sand was working into the hole already now and again. Now he was mad.
He'd rise to his feet but not before reaching his hand to the cars side. Grabbing into the metal of the door gripping into the steel. Picking it up and carrying it forward a few inches off the ground to deal with the bullets. You could hear the frantic whining and worry of those firing like mad men on the other side. "You ruined!" Gaining on them closing the gap he could hear the roar of rifles grow closer. Reloading sounds and clacking clicks of clips occasional jamming as they spit out ammo like wild fire. "My boots!" He'd say suddenly raising the vehicle above his head one handed. The other still gripping the cutlass. A rather fearsome image of the blue saiyan like man angry about to throw a vehicle down. Ever seen something like it? Bet you were scared too if ya did...
The vehicle would come down hard breaking into pieces. More so into pieces as well were the people under it. Caught by surprise of what they'd seen. Used to picking on folks who couldn't much fight back besides light marital arts. This was a whole new ball game. He'd waste no time raising his blade the clashing sounds of steel and sparks as a few survivors rushed him blades colliding with his before in a heave he'd shove them forward sending them back stumbling another stumbling backward onto his bum. Quickly shoving the blood through the one on the ground pinning him there. Through the gut to get him pinned then turning to the other coming back for a second streak. The blade narrowly missing Jarvis's face as he leaned back. A few hair strands blue were wavering slowly floating towards the ground. Jarvis would reach out grabbing the mans arm and elbowing him in the mouth with his free arm. Cracking the elbow of the mans arm after holding the blade in the opposite way it should go. Twisting it around then sliding the blade into his own gut upward so the point poked out of his shoulder next to his neck. severing the connection too several vital organs. Letting it sit there until the men fell on his own. He'd walk back to the man pinned in the sand. Can't forget his sword can he?
"Sorry brother, I'll needing that back ya know." Yanking the blade out then colliding into the man in a swing sending the head onto the ground with a thump. Well half of a head he'd not exactly lined it up proper. He wasn't great with the sword yet but he was getting better. Wiping the blood off on the mans clothes for a moment or two off the steel before sliding it in the sheath on his back.
Now all this was fine as could be killing off the small fries who were the ones who carried out dirty deeds. But if you don't lop the head off the snake its just gonna bite ya later and he wouldn't have got paid either that way. He'd fly upstanding on of the jeeps that were still running. Blowing up the other ones with quick rapid ki blasts from his palms. "Whats a guy gotta do to get a challenge around here! Tiger man! I got your son's sword! I also smashed his head like a grape! Gonna run cause I really don't wanna chase your furry ass across the sands? I just want to reunite you with your kid..." He'd say speaking out shortly after feeling large thumps and shaking sensation under his feet. Almost losing balance for a moment as he wobbled standing on the hood of the vehicle. He could see not far off in the largest ten a large large figure rise from the door flap. Huge nearly twice his side at least twelve feet in height. Fat too had to weigh a good few hundred pounds if not a ton on his own. Allot of muscle and by the tiger furred body he was guessing he'd just found daddy. He'd shed no tears starting a fight with such words. The son tried to kill him a few days ago and got what he asked for in kind. The father was no different. This was business nothing more as well. He just had to make sure it was business that got done.
The large tiger man had ornamental armor and a sword as long as Jarvis resting on his shoulder with one hand gripping the handle. A scimitar of large style. Also ornamental with stylish engravings. A shame it was too big for Jarvis to wield or he'd consider it a side reward after this. "So I see ya finally came out of yer hole did ya? Well if you wouldn't mind I'd like to do this soon. Ya really brought this on yourselves you shouldn't treat people like tools boys. Well unless they kinda have it coming... Never the less. I'm here to skin you tiger. Savvy?" Smiling with that large toothy grin giving a smirk. A few bandits had gathered behind their leader. The last bit of them but eager and smiling. Thinking this was when they'd see revenge and the reason they were in charge shoved forward. A way to after this get a stronger death grip on the desert villages they made a living off of.
"You will die... You will die for your actions here and against my blood. You will be feasted on for days by the creatures of this desert... Face me." He'd say as if he was the heroic one. Thrusting off the sheath of his blade throwing it in the distance. The heavy thing sticking in the ground not falling to the side. Very stylish he had to give him that. He'd raise the blade high in a mighty swing spinning it once. A gust gathering of air forcing in the spin before it came down a smashing slice downward. Jarvis smirking and taking that challenge raising his sword upward in a swing both hands on the blade. Why not make it fun after all. The blades collided in a scream of metal clashing. The enemies blade chipping at contact point a bit. The tigers muscles vibrating a bit from the mighty blow. "Impossible... you should be mush by now!" He'd roar yanking the sword back and to his side his tiger muscles tightening and vein ridden as he pooled all the strength in his arm. Swinging the blade in a line for Jarvis this time attempting to cut him from hip to hip and in half if possible. Jarvis would merely sneer and chuckle standing like a baseball player about to swing a bat as he gripped his cutlass. "I guess you'll never learn!" He'd say. swinging his blade forward smashing it into the blade. The Larger sword breaking half at the point it had chipped and cracked at part of it swinging passed him slicing into the jeep he'd hopped off earlier. The other half still attached to his hilt glided by his other side. The tiger man raising it looking close at it in disbelief his eyes nearly popping out of his head. The same for the remnants of his gang looking on in horror and surprise as if it wasn't possible.
Jarvis would arch his arm back reaching back as if taking on the pitchers stance for a moment. Raising a leg to gain leverage for a throw as he leaned back. "Now the pitch!" Ok maybe he'd been watching too much earthling t.v. in the few inn rooms he'd stayed in. The blade spinning briefly in the air and colliding into the large tigers forehead. If his eyes weren't wide before they sure as hell were now. But a little worrisome for Jarvis. He wasn't dead, or at least not all the lights were off yet. He'd gargle something about vengeance and a thousand years of torture. Smashing fists and the remnants of his blade in the ground slowly wobbling towards Jarvis. It was more surprising then damaging when a giant lazy fist smashed into him sending him spinning back and clucking into the sliced into the car. Half the giant blade next to him. He was luckily... heh luckily dented into the care a few inches away from it. Three feet of giant thick steel only half the blade.
The boss still mumbling as his men watched with dead eyes wide and jaws dropped to the floor. It was like one of those scenes you saw in some old cartoon. Jarvis was dazed and angry again he'd been thrown back cause he lost focus. As the warrior muttered swinging forward still dazed only will and adrenaline keeping him moving and likely alive at the moment. Jarvis reached over gripping what remained of the blade. Yanking it out of the car with a bit of a squeal as metal screeched as it grind on the blade being yanked free. He'd spin once and send it forward this one went into the gargantuan tigers belly sticking there. Sticking him like a roast pig. An this one put him on his knees in a thud. Jarvis approached breathing a little heavy and out of breath for the moment. The tiger pointed as it extended a claw. Still spouting curses and a thousand years of torture. "By the kais you just don't know how to die...." He felt a little bad at this point it was like kicking a dog that was down. Like kicking a dead dog! He'd reach out gripping the handle of the blade. sighing and rolling his eyes as a twist and slash sent the large fat head flying and landing on the sand as the body fell back Jarvis kicking the chest to add to the thud for when he'd land stylishly on the chest standing with a bloody cutlass resting on his shoulder. Charging a ki blast in his palm as he looked over the few survivors. One knee a little higher then the other as he stood strongly on the body of the dead leader. Needless to say he had a little captainly spirit in him of his own at this moment.
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A few hours later he'd return to the village a few of the other elders from other near villages had gathered. They didn't know how to greet him at first as the blue saiyan returned in torn clothes with a blood color crimson staining his clothes and hair. Carrying a bag large and hefty and a few survivors in chains. Ready to send them to well whatever type of law was local. The villagers were no murderers so they'd handle them with justice and send them off appropriately. Likely with a few bruises but better then dead.
He'd be rather excited taking shelter in the village for a night. It was a celebration of alcohol and food they could spare. The head in the bag however was burned. I guess it was more proof then they wanted that the big man wasn't coming back. Believe it or not they even sent a detail to bury the dead warriors. Kind people but Jarvis didn't see the point in such acts. But he'd not speak of it as he'd worked out most his saiyanly aggression for awhile. He was more open to smiling and laughter this night. Giving such burial to men with no honor not even among fellow thieves. But the warm bath and drink was a welcome change. A little rest for the blue tailed saiyan that didn't have to end in him bruised up from bad company. Well mostly cause in this scenario because he killed the bad company. But hey at least it was a party. An in the morning he had a envelope with funds waiting for him.
He did however discover that these people were sitting on some last settlement of gathered money. Although he suspected when the offer came down the money was actually just a protection payment that was meant for the bandits. Sorta a pay Tom with Sams money to kill Sam I suppose. Although he wasn't exactly against the idea. But it didn't pay until he returned with proof of the leader silenced. They didn't exactly push for death but he wasn't exactly to worried about the bastards health either. The job was sound enough although a little lack luster for his usually tastes. But hey they couldn't all involve smuggling ships and mutant women. Ah but those were stories for other times weren't they. Right now he had a offer from people not used to this sorta thing. Didn't want to wait to long and have them get a change of heart.
He'd shake the mans hand one of the elders, Get a bit of information and be off on his way. Really rather in good moods from the deal. He'd gotten the deal to make a bit of cash which he'd been looking for and perhaps even was gonna be able work off some of this built up tension from the past few days.
He'd flown most the way skipping a few miles of the desert. You've seen one endless stretch of sand you've likely seen them all. Warm day though so that was good. But he'd finally land and hoof it when he could finally make out through the dusty wind the base camp not far off. A small plethora of tents and all terrain jeep vehicles. There was a hover vehicle too he believed but it didn't seem to be running he'd guess from the folks gathered around it surrounded by tools and covered in grease up to their elbows. A couple large water tanks as well. Probably smart to have stored water in the desert encase wells ran dry.
He'd twirl the sword in his palm the saiyan walking with a bit of a kick in his step up to the gate. A net like fence surrounding the base in a bordering outline. It was more to catch dusty sand winds then anything else. Sand storms were a problem now and again he was told. He wore as he did often lately a sleeveless saiyan body suit. Black military human pants worn over them and black human military boots. White saiyan gloves as well. Good style he'd come to admire actually. The blue eyes watching over folks as his tail waved freely behind him.
Now before he got to them lets make something clear. Jarvis doesn't normally enjoy killing but when he's paid to do something he does it. IF he accepts the job. But every so often you get to be around those sort of people you know need to be killed. An as well are fighters who are willing to go straight into hell swinging like champs. This would be one of those times.
Now as he strolled up to the gates two surly and large men greeted him. On more human the other like the leader a cat like man. Face like a lion and a mane to match. His own little fury tail dangling behind him. "Why hello there friend! Might this be captain tigers base? I've heard of him and I really need a word ya know. So if ya'd be so kind I'd very much like to have a word. Oh just to be sure!" He'd flash the sword he balanced on his shoulder to them letting them take in the image recognizing who it belonged to. "You son of a bitch... That was his sons sword. Wait blue hair... Tail. You're the guy that passed through our pass a few days back!!!" He'd yell to sound a alarm quickly. Jarvis's furrowing his brow lightly. These folks were no fun they didn't want to fight separately. So much for criminal honor or codes among scoundrels. He'd raise the sword smashing it down on the fat human turning a alarm crank fast and with speed. The blaring horn was positively loud as could be. It ached the head and sending the blade from the top of the mans head to the base of his neck splitting the head in two sent a relaxing chill down Jarvis's spine. The crank had stopped as did the alarm. It was like slipping out of a hang over. Soothing music of silence only surprised to feel the sensation of a furry fist collided with his head then grab it. The lion mans fists gripping and squeezing. A uncomfortable grip and strong for a bandit at that. But under neath feeling a bit of pressure Jarvis would merely snicker flicking some blood from his sword onto the sand. "Bad move mate..." He'd say grunting as he'd slash the blade across the mans stomach spilling his innards onto the sand like a painting on a easel. Coloring the bland sand with crimson paint.
He'd hold the furry hand up another to his stomach trying to hold in what he could. "Please no!... I have money... I yield to the better man... Just spare my life!" Which was met with only a hunk of steel crushing his head in a squishy mess as if crushing a melon with a ton of steel smashing down. Oddly enough just as messy too. His clothes all over a bit red as he walked past the gates whistling. Twirling the sword at his side as well fixing his hair with his free hand. It was gonna be a good day. Nothing like wiping the world of a few assholes.
He'd proceed onward caught off guard by a onslaught of bullets though. A medium sized band of folks with high powered fire arms and blades in the distance. Seeming to favor ranged combat presently. They fired rapidly bullets flying at him. Now these were just plain bullets. Nothing special just old lead and some steel. But you know what, even if they couldn't kill him they still damn well hurt. Jarvis danced in place for a moment as his clothes tore a bit and bullets pinged on his body in varies places as he hoped from side to side for a moment swinging his sword. "By the Kais, God dammit! son of a bitch!" He'd say roaring out various profanity before diving behind the broken down hover vehicle he'd mentioned earlier. Thank god it was close to the gate. Likely wasn't doing to had when it broke down so stopped it just shy of when he got to the base. He'd look over himself feeling like he'd just struck a wasp nest and found within it the oldest and most powerful little buggers ever to earn the right of wasp fighters. He was pissed suddenly and agitated. "You bastards! That hurts!! Why not just come out and fight me like real men!?" His yell out only resulting in the area he found rest in to be barraged with more bullets. the smacking sounds of metal denting and the car taking bullets from back to front on the opposite side he was on. It was loud and ached his head as he noticed this pair of pants was torn. His boots had taken a shot to the side and the leather was ruined. He could already feel where sand was working into the hole already now and again. Now he was mad.
He'd rise to his feet but not before reaching his hand to the cars side. Grabbing into the metal of the door gripping into the steel. Picking it up and carrying it forward a few inches off the ground to deal with the bullets. You could hear the frantic whining and worry of those firing like mad men on the other side. "You ruined!" Gaining on them closing the gap he could hear the roar of rifles grow closer. Reloading sounds and clacking clicks of clips occasional jamming as they spit out ammo like wild fire. "My boots!" He'd say suddenly raising the vehicle above his head one handed. The other still gripping the cutlass. A rather fearsome image of the blue saiyan like man angry about to throw a vehicle down. Ever seen something like it? Bet you were scared too if ya did...
The vehicle would come down hard breaking into pieces. More so into pieces as well were the people under it. Caught by surprise of what they'd seen. Used to picking on folks who couldn't much fight back besides light marital arts. This was a whole new ball game. He'd waste no time raising his blade the clashing sounds of steel and sparks as a few survivors rushed him blades colliding with his before in a heave he'd shove them forward sending them back stumbling another stumbling backward onto his bum. Quickly shoving the blood through the one on the ground pinning him there. Through the gut to get him pinned then turning to the other coming back for a second streak. The blade narrowly missing Jarvis's face as he leaned back. A few hair strands blue were wavering slowly floating towards the ground. Jarvis would reach out grabbing the mans arm and elbowing him in the mouth with his free arm. Cracking the elbow of the mans arm after holding the blade in the opposite way it should go. Twisting it around then sliding the blade into his own gut upward so the point poked out of his shoulder next to his neck. severing the connection too several vital organs. Letting it sit there until the men fell on his own. He'd walk back to the man pinned in the sand. Can't forget his sword can he?
"Sorry brother, I'll needing that back ya know." Yanking the blade out then colliding into the man in a swing sending the head onto the ground with a thump. Well half of a head he'd not exactly lined it up proper. He wasn't great with the sword yet but he was getting better. Wiping the blood off on the mans clothes for a moment or two off the steel before sliding it in the sheath on his back.
Now all this was fine as could be killing off the small fries who were the ones who carried out dirty deeds. But if you don't lop the head off the snake its just gonna bite ya later and he wouldn't have got paid either that way. He'd fly upstanding on of the jeeps that were still running. Blowing up the other ones with quick rapid ki blasts from his palms. "Whats a guy gotta do to get a challenge around here! Tiger man! I got your son's sword! I also smashed his head like a grape! Gonna run cause I really don't wanna chase your furry ass across the sands? I just want to reunite you with your kid..." He'd say speaking out shortly after feeling large thumps and shaking sensation under his feet. Almost losing balance for a moment as he wobbled standing on the hood of the vehicle. He could see not far off in the largest ten a large large figure rise from the door flap. Huge nearly twice his side at least twelve feet in height. Fat too had to weigh a good few hundred pounds if not a ton on his own. Allot of muscle and by the tiger furred body he was guessing he'd just found daddy. He'd shed no tears starting a fight with such words. The son tried to kill him a few days ago and got what he asked for in kind. The father was no different. This was business nothing more as well. He just had to make sure it was business that got done.
The large tiger man had ornamental armor and a sword as long as Jarvis resting on his shoulder with one hand gripping the handle. A scimitar of large style. Also ornamental with stylish engravings. A shame it was too big for Jarvis to wield or he'd consider it a side reward after this. "So I see ya finally came out of yer hole did ya? Well if you wouldn't mind I'd like to do this soon. Ya really brought this on yourselves you shouldn't treat people like tools boys. Well unless they kinda have it coming... Never the less. I'm here to skin you tiger. Savvy?" Smiling with that large toothy grin giving a smirk. A few bandits had gathered behind their leader. The last bit of them but eager and smiling. Thinking this was when they'd see revenge and the reason they were in charge shoved forward. A way to after this get a stronger death grip on the desert villages they made a living off of.
"You will die... You will die for your actions here and against my blood. You will be feasted on for days by the creatures of this desert... Face me." He'd say as if he was the heroic one. Thrusting off the sheath of his blade throwing it in the distance. The heavy thing sticking in the ground not falling to the side. Very stylish he had to give him that. He'd raise the blade high in a mighty swing spinning it once. A gust gathering of air forcing in the spin before it came down a smashing slice downward. Jarvis smirking and taking that challenge raising his sword upward in a swing both hands on the blade. Why not make it fun after all. The blades collided in a scream of metal clashing. The enemies blade chipping at contact point a bit. The tigers muscles vibrating a bit from the mighty blow. "Impossible... you should be mush by now!" He'd roar yanking the sword back and to his side his tiger muscles tightening and vein ridden as he pooled all the strength in his arm. Swinging the blade in a line for Jarvis this time attempting to cut him from hip to hip and in half if possible. Jarvis would merely sneer and chuckle standing like a baseball player about to swing a bat as he gripped his cutlass. "I guess you'll never learn!" He'd say. swinging his blade forward smashing it into the blade. The Larger sword breaking half at the point it had chipped and cracked at part of it swinging passed him slicing into the jeep he'd hopped off earlier. The other half still attached to his hilt glided by his other side. The tiger man raising it looking close at it in disbelief his eyes nearly popping out of his head. The same for the remnants of his gang looking on in horror and surprise as if it wasn't possible.
Jarvis would arch his arm back reaching back as if taking on the pitchers stance for a moment. Raising a leg to gain leverage for a throw as he leaned back. "Now the pitch!" Ok maybe he'd been watching too much earthling t.v. in the few inn rooms he'd stayed in. The blade spinning briefly in the air and colliding into the large tigers forehead. If his eyes weren't wide before they sure as hell were now. But a little worrisome for Jarvis. He wasn't dead, or at least not all the lights were off yet. He'd gargle something about vengeance and a thousand years of torture. Smashing fists and the remnants of his blade in the ground slowly wobbling towards Jarvis. It was more surprising then damaging when a giant lazy fist smashed into him sending him spinning back and clucking into the sliced into the car. Half the giant blade next to him. He was luckily... heh luckily dented into the care a few inches away from it. Three feet of giant thick steel only half the blade.
The boss still mumbling as his men watched with dead eyes wide and jaws dropped to the floor. It was like one of those scenes you saw in some old cartoon. Jarvis was dazed and angry again he'd been thrown back cause he lost focus. As the warrior muttered swinging forward still dazed only will and adrenaline keeping him moving and likely alive at the moment. Jarvis reached over gripping what remained of the blade. Yanking it out of the car with a bit of a squeal as metal screeched as it grind on the blade being yanked free. He'd spin once and send it forward this one went into the gargantuan tigers belly sticking there. Sticking him like a roast pig. An this one put him on his knees in a thud. Jarvis approached breathing a little heavy and out of breath for the moment. The tiger pointed as it extended a claw. Still spouting curses and a thousand years of torture. "By the kais you just don't know how to die...." He felt a little bad at this point it was like kicking a dog that was down. Like kicking a dead dog! He'd reach out gripping the handle of the blade. sighing and rolling his eyes as a twist and slash sent the large fat head flying and landing on the sand as the body fell back Jarvis kicking the chest to add to the thud for when he'd land stylishly on the chest standing with a bloody cutlass resting on his shoulder. Charging a ki blast in his palm as he looked over the few survivors. One knee a little higher then the other as he stood strongly on the body of the dead leader. Needless to say he had a little captainly spirit in him of his own at this moment.
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A few hours later he'd return to the village a few of the other elders from other near villages had gathered. They didn't know how to greet him at first as the blue saiyan returned in torn clothes with a blood color crimson staining his clothes and hair. Carrying a bag large and hefty and a few survivors in chains. Ready to send them to well whatever type of law was local. The villagers were no murderers so they'd handle them with justice and send them off appropriately. Likely with a few bruises but better then dead.
He'd be rather excited taking shelter in the village for a night. It was a celebration of alcohol and food they could spare. The head in the bag however was burned. I guess it was more proof then they wanted that the big man wasn't coming back. Believe it or not they even sent a detail to bury the dead warriors. Kind people but Jarvis didn't see the point in such acts. But he'd not speak of it as he'd worked out most his saiyanly aggression for awhile. He was more open to smiling and laughter this night. Giving such burial to men with no honor not even among fellow thieves. But the warm bath and drink was a welcome change. A little rest for the blue tailed saiyan that didn't have to end in him bruised up from bad company. Well mostly cause in this scenario because he killed the bad company. But hey at least it was a party. An in the morning he had a envelope with funds waiting for him.