Post by Zucceta on Oct 28, 2015 6:02:15 GMT
Zucceta barks out laughter at Virtual Poi's anecdote. "Never in a million years will I deliver pizzas, especially with you!" She stares his gathering energy in the face, unflinchingly, even though she could feel its strength in comparison to her own.
Lady Death's entire ideology revolved around the precepts of social darwinism; might makes right, and the strong survive. To accept the restrictions of those who would crumble at the wave of her hand... no, never. Lady Death could never accept that. Respect had to be earned, and those who did not put in the effort to get it were simply cattle, to be destroyed, to be traded in. That was the separation of a warrior's soul from the average soul, and that separation was everything. There was no beauty to creation, after all--creation had been stolen from her by her own life's circumstance.
No beauty to it at all... and yet hung, tantalizingly, the Earth in space, and in her mind.
Her eyes widen as she feels the surge of power behind her. Swivelling around, she sees him; an Oozaru outside of her knowledge, not clad in the armour of her men, preparing to attack the very object that gave them both the ability to compete with Earth's defenders. Her mouth rises into the snarl of desperation, her first outward sign that she was close to defeat, but she outright REFUSED to go down without a fight. Her snarling aura breaking, Vi's bursting through her golden maelstrom, she pushes one hand towards the android and then the other towards Pieter, to stop the continued assault of the construct which gave her the ability to match her intended foe, and perhaps as some sort of karmic retribution towards the boy-prince whom very nearly lost his life.
This was unacceptable.
This was inevitable.
Taking a moment, she accepts the end, but she'd be damned not to take this saiyan traitor with her. "SCATTER, WARHEADS!"
Two impressive golden waves surge forth, one from each hand, one for Virtual Poi, one for Pieter Wolfbane. The one aimed at Pieter is intended to puncture through the Oozaru's chest; the one at Vi-Poi to distract him long enough to prevent an intervention on the rogue Oozaru's behalf. The sky roars with the strain of the energies present, the city churns smoke, several dead or unconscious Oozaru litter the streets following the Earths retaliation, and soon, within the hour, the day would be done.
[MP3 Scatter Warhead - 200% - two 5.280mil beams launched at Virtual Poi and Pieter Wolfbane, respectively, with no intent not to murder.]