Post by Lord Xylo on Oct 17, 2016 10:54:09 GMT
In a surprisingly calm part of Hell, a large group of Ogres sat about, each one more irritated than the last. They were waiting for someone, though it seemed they were late. A particularly heavy-set Blue Ogre groaned in annoyance, pulling out a cigar and lighting it with a flame he conjured upon his thumb. He took a long drag of the magic-infused tobacco, exhaling a large puff of purple smoke.
”This is a waste of time! Why do we need to be “inspected” anyways? Our last inspection was over a thousand years ago! If we didn’t need to be inspected all this time, we don’t need to be inspected now.”
A lithe Red Ogre chuckled behind him, patting him on the back sympathetically. ”Hey, lighten up Ino. We gotta be checked on some time, right? For all the higher-ups know, we could all be corrupt by now. Maybe we’re working with the bad guys to get em out of Hell, yknow?”
Ino peered over at the red-skinned fellow who’d spoken, giving him a curious expression. He was new to the task force. Perhaps he was only recently promoted? Whatever the case, he gave off a strange vibe. After another drag of his cigar, the ogre replied. ”Yeah, I guess…” He turned his head to the gold clouds above, grumbling to himself. ”I bet the guys upstairs don’t get inspected every thousand years…”
Before the large ogre could sulk any longer, their inspector had arrived. A surprisingly tall Shinjin stood in front of them, his skin tone a pleasing peach color. He ran a hand through his snowy white mane of hair, sighing in an exasperated manner as he stared down at the clipboard in his hands. He flipped through the many pages in front of him, before quickly turning his attention the large group in front of him. He gave a light smile to the crowd, before speaking in a pleasant tone. ”Alright, hello everyone! My name's Kensa, and I’ll be your inspector for today. Sorry I’m late; had some trouble with a couple of rowdy souls near the Blood Pond. So uh… Let’s keep this tight guys! I don’t wanna waste any time here, ok? We’re already behind on schedule, and my supervisor will have my head if I don’t get this done quick, so please line up!”
The group of Ogres begrudgingly began to make a line, ranging from shortest to tallest. Through what could only be known as pure coincidence, the cigar-wielding Ogre and the red-skinned weirdo who’d spoken to him moments ago had landed right next to one another at the very end of the line. The portly Ino turned to him, letting out a snorting laugh. ”Looks like we got stuck with each other, eh?”
The skinny red Ogre didn’t respond. His eyes were focused solely on Kensa. With an annoyed grunt, Ino turned his attention to the Shinjin as well. It seemed he was starting with the shortest first.
”So, you’ve been working here how long?”
The miniature Ogre replied, his voice gruffer than one would expect. ”Thirteen thousand years, sir.”
”Right, right… Okay… Have you received any um… Work-related injuries whilst on the job as an Ogre of Hell?”
The Ogre shook his head. ”None that I can think of off the top of my head.”
The Shinjin continued to pester the Ogre with questions, eventually moving on to the next in line, and long after that he moved on again. It took what felt like ages, but eventually, Kensa made his way over to Ino. He bowed politely to the large Ogre; a formality that incited a raised brow from Ino.
”Right, so… Mr. Ino! I hear you’ve been nominated for “Ogre of the Year” for the last Four Hundred years, is that correct?”
Ino grunted, pulling the cigar out of his mouth and exhaling a large puff of smoke right in the Shinjin’s face. ”That’s right. Never won it though.” Kensa coughed heavily, shooing away the colored smoke that clouded his vision. ”That’s a very… Interesting piece of paraphernalia you got there. Did you um… Make it yourself?”
”Yup.”
It was clear that Ino wasn’t exactly in the mood for idle chit-chat. He wanted this done as soon as possible so he could get back to work quickly. Whatever it was he did, Kensa was unsure. His notes simply said Ino was the ‘Leader of the bunch’. (and everyone knew him quite well)
Before Kensa could continue with his questions, he noticed an oddity with the line. The rest of the Ogres were stood shoulder-to-shoulder, but Ino was alone! The lack of symmetry befuddled the Shinjin. Unable to contain his curiosity, he pointed to the gap in the line, his brow raising as he posed his question to Ino. ”Hey, so uh… There’s supposed to be an Ogre here, right? Where did he go? I don’t even think I got the chance to talk to him...”
Ino turned, his expression shifting from one of agitation to one of surprise. The new guy had vanished, it seemed. ”He was sitting right there just a minute ago!” The Blue Ogre’s face scrunched for a moment, before he came to a conclusion. ”He probably just ran off to the bathroom or something like that. He’ll be back soon enough.”
”Right… I just hope he doesn’t take too long or else I’ll be in a heap of trouble...”
”Oh don’t worry, he’s not the one who will be causing trouble.”
A chilling voice that could only be described as villainous rang out through the area. The Shinjin turned to see a peculiar sight standing atop a large boulder; it was a Namekian in Hell! His attire was totally different from that of a traditional Warrior Caste Namekian; instead of the usual Dogi and cloak one would expect, this one was wearing a dark leather jacket that looked eerily familiar. Kensa gave the fin-headed Namekian a cold stare, speaking with a tone that packed more bravado than usual.
”Namekian! You are interfering in official business! State your name and purpose before I forcefully remove you from the area!”
With a dark chuckle, the Namekian somersaulted off his boulder, landing dramatically in front of Kensa. The Shinjin hopped backwards, settling into a defensive stance as the strange foe landed. ”The name is Xylo,” Started the Mazoku. ”Former Lord of the Mazoku Caste, and someone who is about to cause you a lot of pain!”
”HEY! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, BUDDY?!”
The enormous Ino moved in front of Kensa, his size shrouding the Shinjin from Xylo’s vision entirely. The Ogre gave a contemptuous sneer, speaking to Xylo in a furious tone.
”IF YOU WANNA MESS WITH A SHINJIN, YOU’LL HAVE TO GO THROUGH ME FIRST!”
Xylo simply chuckled, his eyes turning towards the ridge behind the line of Ogres. Standing atop the ridge was the Ogre from before, with a wicked look in his eyes. The Mazoku Lord gave a nod, and the Ogre raised his arms, and a sudden, visible layer of translucent mist coated the air. Whatever this strange mist was, it had made the area much heavier! The Ogres found themselves losing balance, even falling over! Even Ino, the mighiest Ogre of the bunch, was forced to his knees from the immense weight he suddenly felt! After a few moments, the only people left still standing were Kensa, Xylo, and the strange Ogre on the ridge.
The Shinjin grunted angrily. He was struggling to keep himself upright. He wasn’t exactly used to this kind of thing. His eyes darted between Xylo and the Red Ogre, a bead of sweat dripping from his forehead. Whether it came from the stress his body was under, or the stress he felt from facing two intimidating opponents, it was unclear.
The red Ogre sighed heavily, wiping the sweat from his brow as he glanced over at Xylo. He gave him a slight smile, before shouting over to him. ”Listen, buddy, let’s try to get this over quickly; I can’t keep this mist field up forever!” Xylo nodded, giving the Ogre a small smirk before turning his attention to Kensa ”Understood. Let’s make this quick, shall we?” The Shinjin grit his teeth. He wouldn’t give this fiend the satisfaction of a proper response. The Namekian chuckled, folding his arms across his chest as he spoke. ”You’ve got a good poker face, I’ll give you that much… But we both know you won’t win this one. Why don’t you just give up now so we can end this quickly.”
Kensa simply shook his head. ”Sorry, but I’ve got things to do, and losing to a villainous Namekian is not on my list!”
With a burst of Kiai, Kensa rocketed forward with surprising speed, shooting an elbow towards Xylo’s chin! He stumbled back from the force of the blow, before being peppered with a barrage of fists from the Shinjin! It seemed that the young Heaven-dweller was stronger than Xylo had expected. Before Xylo could defend himself, Kensa ended his flurry with a roundhouse kick to the jaw, sending the Namekian careening towards a massive boulder!
Before colliding with the immense rock, the Namekian let loose his own burst of Kiai, stopping his momentum entirely mere inches away from the stone. Xylo swivels in mid-air, grinning as he lands upright on the ground.
”You were bluffing about being stressed under the increased pressure… Impressive. I didn’t think a Shinjin knew how to lie so well.”
”Well, I am basically one step away from being a deity. There’s a lot I can do that you might not expect.”
Kensa’s ghostly Ki aura ignited, as the Almost-Deity charged towards Xylo again, fist reeled back. This time however, the Namekian Villain was ready. He nimbly sidestepped Kensa’s punch, thrusting his knee upwards into the Shinjin’s chest as he did. The force of the strike knocked the wind out of Kensa, causing him to lose balance and fall to his knees. He took a strained breath, sneering towards Xylo.
The Namekian pulled his leg back, thrusting it towards the kneeling Kensa with immense force! As the kick connected, however, the Shinjin’s form began to dissipate! It was clear that the Inspector had used some form of After-Image. Xylo took a step back, sinking into a defensive stance as he awaited his foe’s reveal.
Kensa quickly shimmered back into vision above the Namekian, his leg outstretched towards Xylo as he fell towards him! The kick connected cleanly, but just as Kensa had disappeared a moment ago, so too did Xylo. The Inspector cursed in an ancient tongue just as Xylo returned to view behind him.
”If you’re on the way to becoming a deity, you should look into more unique battle strategy… Something like this.”
Before Kensa could respond, Xylo leaned back, his cheeks puffing up to comical levels, before he suddenly spit out a massive glob of dark grey spit! The Shinjin brought his gloved hand up to swat the spit away, but found that it stuck to his glove like glue! The pearly white glove slowly morphed to a darker color, as the magic of the spit coursed through the fabric.
”Oh no you don’t!”
With a quick motion, Kensa ripped the transmogrified glove off of his hand, tossing it to the ground as quickly as he could. Before long, the glove fully transformed into a fully stone object. The Shinjin gave a sigh of relief, before turning to Xylo with a serious glare.
Xylo gave the glove a befuddled stare, before turning to Kensa. ”What?! But how could you have known of my secret technique?!”
”It’s an old trick. I’ve done my fair share of reading about Demon’s and their magicks; that particular ability seemed to be a favorite of an ancient Lord. Sorry to say it, but you’re just a copycat.”
As this revelation hit the Namekian, the mist slowly began to fade. No longer did it bear down on the duo so heavily, in fact, Xylo could barely even feel it! He turned to the Ogre on the ridge, a somewhat worried look in his eye.
”Hey, sorry! I’m runnin out of juice, okay?! Maybe you wanna speed things along?!”
”He’s right. Let’s get this over with!”
The mist continued to fade, until there was nothing left. A slight smirk played on the lips of the Shinjin. He had the advantage in both speed and power now that the Ogre’s strange mist had cleared. Along with that, the entire crew of Ogre’s he was inspecting were slowly regaining their strength. Although they wouldn’t be a massive help now, if he could wear down this Namekian for long enough, they’d be able to get a win from sheer numbers alone.
”Let’s see how well you fare against me at my full pow--”
A massive, booming voice pierced the golden clouds above, as a figure descended from Heaven. Kensa’s cocky demeanor vanished, replaced by one of sheer terror. He knew exactly who was coming down…
His supervisor.
As the massive red Ogre touched down on Hell’s soil, he gave Kensa a glare of ferocity that had no equal. He leaned down, pushing his big red thumb into the Inspector’s chest as he spoke. ”You missed your deadline by THREE MINUTES! Do you know how much extra paperwork I’ll have to go through because of how long you took to inspect the goings on here?!”
”B-b-b-but sir! I didn’t slack off for no reason! There was this Namekian and he--”
”NAMEKIAN SHMAMEKIAN!!! YOU TOOK TOO LONG TO FINISH YOUR JOB AND NOW I’M THE ONE WHO HAS TO PAY FOR IT!”
As the Inspector was given an earful, Ino tried his best to speak up. Every time he tried to get in a word, the immense ogre would simply shout harder, drowning out Ino’s words at every turn.
”Sir, if you’d just look behind you, you could see the Namekian I’m talking about! He’s got a fin on his head, he’s got a leather jacket, he’s evil and he tried to kill me!”
The supervisor paused for a moment, his glare softening as he took a deep breath. He turned around, and as he expected, there was not a single trace of a Namekian anywhere.
”Oh look… Nothing there… Just like I EXPECTED!!!”
Before Kensa could get another word in, the Supervisor grabbed him by the ear, flinging him straight up towards the golden clouds above. In mere seconds, the Inspector flew out of sight, the only sign of his departure being a Shinjin-shaped hole in the clouds above.
”Well, that went about as well as I’d have hoped.”
The Mazoku Lord sat at the edge of a massive cliff, miles away from the battlefield he’d just fled from. He wasn’t a massive fan of trickery like that, but it was what Beelzebub requested of him.
”Eh, It could have been worse. I ran out of juice at just the right time, it seems. If I were even a little less powerful, we’d both be in hot water!”
Xylo turned towards the Ogre who’d assisted him, a kind smile on the Namekian’s face as he patted the red-skinned denizen of hell on the back. ”I suppose you’re right! As much as I hate to admit it, that Inspector would have mopped the floor with me without your magic.” With a somewhat tired sigh, Xylo took to a stand. His eyes scanned the landscape, as he pondered his next step.
”I suppose Beelzebub will want to know I’ve succeeded. Perhaps you’d like to tag along?”
He turned to the Ogre again, but was surprised to find the man had vanished! The Namekian clicked his tongue as he floated into the sky.
”Next time I’ll find out who you really are, you shape-shifting bastard…”
”This is a waste of time! Why do we need to be “inspected” anyways? Our last inspection was over a thousand years ago! If we didn’t need to be inspected all this time, we don’t need to be inspected now.”
A lithe Red Ogre chuckled behind him, patting him on the back sympathetically. ”Hey, lighten up Ino. We gotta be checked on some time, right? For all the higher-ups know, we could all be corrupt by now. Maybe we’re working with the bad guys to get em out of Hell, yknow?”
Ino peered over at the red-skinned fellow who’d spoken, giving him a curious expression. He was new to the task force. Perhaps he was only recently promoted? Whatever the case, he gave off a strange vibe. After another drag of his cigar, the ogre replied. ”Yeah, I guess…” He turned his head to the gold clouds above, grumbling to himself. ”I bet the guys upstairs don’t get inspected every thousand years…”
Before the large ogre could sulk any longer, their inspector had arrived. A surprisingly tall Shinjin stood in front of them, his skin tone a pleasing peach color. He ran a hand through his snowy white mane of hair, sighing in an exasperated manner as he stared down at the clipboard in his hands. He flipped through the many pages in front of him, before quickly turning his attention the large group in front of him. He gave a light smile to the crowd, before speaking in a pleasant tone. ”Alright, hello everyone! My name's Kensa, and I’ll be your inspector for today. Sorry I’m late; had some trouble with a couple of rowdy souls near the Blood Pond. So uh… Let’s keep this tight guys! I don’t wanna waste any time here, ok? We’re already behind on schedule, and my supervisor will have my head if I don’t get this done quick, so please line up!”
The group of Ogres begrudgingly began to make a line, ranging from shortest to tallest. Through what could only be known as pure coincidence, the cigar-wielding Ogre and the red-skinned weirdo who’d spoken to him moments ago had landed right next to one another at the very end of the line. The portly Ino turned to him, letting out a snorting laugh. ”Looks like we got stuck with each other, eh?”
The skinny red Ogre didn’t respond. His eyes were focused solely on Kensa. With an annoyed grunt, Ino turned his attention to the Shinjin as well. It seemed he was starting with the shortest first.
”So, you’ve been working here how long?”
The miniature Ogre replied, his voice gruffer than one would expect. ”Thirteen thousand years, sir.”
”Right, right… Okay… Have you received any um… Work-related injuries whilst on the job as an Ogre of Hell?”
The Ogre shook his head. ”None that I can think of off the top of my head.”
The Shinjin continued to pester the Ogre with questions, eventually moving on to the next in line, and long after that he moved on again. It took what felt like ages, but eventually, Kensa made his way over to Ino. He bowed politely to the large Ogre; a formality that incited a raised brow from Ino.
”Right, so… Mr. Ino! I hear you’ve been nominated for “Ogre of the Year” for the last Four Hundred years, is that correct?”
Ino grunted, pulling the cigar out of his mouth and exhaling a large puff of smoke right in the Shinjin’s face. ”That’s right. Never won it though.” Kensa coughed heavily, shooing away the colored smoke that clouded his vision. ”That’s a very… Interesting piece of paraphernalia you got there. Did you um… Make it yourself?”
”Yup.”
It was clear that Ino wasn’t exactly in the mood for idle chit-chat. He wanted this done as soon as possible so he could get back to work quickly. Whatever it was he did, Kensa was unsure. His notes simply said Ino was the ‘Leader of the bunch’. (and everyone knew him quite well)
Before Kensa could continue with his questions, he noticed an oddity with the line. The rest of the Ogres were stood shoulder-to-shoulder, but Ino was alone! The lack of symmetry befuddled the Shinjin. Unable to contain his curiosity, he pointed to the gap in the line, his brow raising as he posed his question to Ino. ”Hey, so uh… There’s supposed to be an Ogre here, right? Where did he go? I don’t even think I got the chance to talk to him...”
Ino turned, his expression shifting from one of agitation to one of surprise. The new guy had vanished, it seemed. ”He was sitting right there just a minute ago!” The Blue Ogre’s face scrunched for a moment, before he came to a conclusion. ”He probably just ran off to the bathroom or something like that. He’ll be back soon enough.”
”Right… I just hope he doesn’t take too long or else I’ll be in a heap of trouble...”
”Oh don’t worry, he’s not the one who will be causing trouble.”
A chilling voice that could only be described as villainous rang out through the area. The Shinjin turned to see a peculiar sight standing atop a large boulder; it was a Namekian in Hell! His attire was totally different from that of a traditional Warrior Caste Namekian; instead of the usual Dogi and cloak one would expect, this one was wearing a dark leather jacket that looked eerily familiar. Kensa gave the fin-headed Namekian a cold stare, speaking with a tone that packed more bravado than usual.
”Namekian! You are interfering in official business! State your name and purpose before I forcefully remove you from the area!”
With a dark chuckle, the Namekian somersaulted off his boulder, landing dramatically in front of Kensa. The Shinjin hopped backwards, settling into a defensive stance as the strange foe landed. ”The name is Xylo,” Started the Mazoku. ”Former Lord of the Mazoku Caste, and someone who is about to cause you a lot of pain!”
”HEY! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, BUDDY?!”
The enormous Ino moved in front of Kensa, his size shrouding the Shinjin from Xylo’s vision entirely. The Ogre gave a contemptuous sneer, speaking to Xylo in a furious tone.
”IF YOU WANNA MESS WITH A SHINJIN, YOU’LL HAVE TO GO THROUGH ME FIRST!”
Xylo simply chuckled, his eyes turning towards the ridge behind the line of Ogres. Standing atop the ridge was the Ogre from before, with a wicked look in his eyes. The Mazoku Lord gave a nod, and the Ogre raised his arms, and a sudden, visible layer of translucent mist coated the air. Whatever this strange mist was, it had made the area much heavier! The Ogres found themselves losing balance, even falling over! Even Ino, the mighiest Ogre of the bunch, was forced to his knees from the immense weight he suddenly felt! After a few moments, the only people left still standing were Kensa, Xylo, and the strange Ogre on the ridge.
The Shinjin grunted angrily. He was struggling to keep himself upright. He wasn’t exactly used to this kind of thing. His eyes darted between Xylo and the Red Ogre, a bead of sweat dripping from his forehead. Whether it came from the stress his body was under, or the stress he felt from facing two intimidating opponents, it was unclear.
The red Ogre sighed heavily, wiping the sweat from his brow as he glanced over at Xylo. He gave him a slight smile, before shouting over to him. ”Listen, buddy, let’s try to get this over quickly; I can’t keep this mist field up forever!” Xylo nodded, giving the Ogre a small smirk before turning his attention to Kensa ”Understood. Let’s make this quick, shall we?” The Shinjin grit his teeth. He wouldn’t give this fiend the satisfaction of a proper response. The Namekian chuckled, folding his arms across his chest as he spoke. ”You’ve got a good poker face, I’ll give you that much… But we both know you won’t win this one. Why don’t you just give up now so we can end this quickly.”
Kensa simply shook his head. ”Sorry, but I’ve got things to do, and losing to a villainous Namekian is not on my list!”
With a burst of Kiai, Kensa rocketed forward with surprising speed, shooting an elbow towards Xylo’s chin! He stumbled back from the force of the blow, before being peppered with a barrage of fists from the Shinjin! It seemed that the young Heaven-dweller was stronger than Xylo had expected. Before Xylo could defend himself, Kensa ended his flurry with a roundhouse kick to the jaw, sending the Namekian careening towards a massive boulder!
Before colliding with the immense rock, the Namekian let loose his own burst of Kiai, stopping his momentum entirely mere inches away from the stone. Xylo swivels in mid-air, grinning as he lands upright on the ground.
”You were bluffing about being stressed under the increased pressure… Impressive. I didn’t think a Shinjin knew how to lie so well.”
”Well, I am basically one step away from being a deity. There’s a lot I can do that you might not expect.”
Kensa’s ghostly Ki aura ignited, as the Almost-Deity charged towards Xylo again, fist reeled back. This time however, the Namekian Villain was ready. He nimbly sidestepped Kensa’s punch, thrusting his knee upwards into the Shinjin’s chest as he did. The force of the strike knocked the wind out of Kensa, causing him to lose balance and fall to his knees. He took a strained breath, sneering towards Xylo.
The Namekian pulled his leg back, thrusting it towards the kneeling Kensa with immense force! As the kick connected, however, the Shinjin’s form began to dissipate! It was clear that the Inspector had used some form of After-Image. Xylo took a step back, sinking into a defensive stance as he awaited his foe’s reveal.
Kensa quickly shimmered back into vision above the Namekian, his leg outstretched towards Xylo as he fell towards him! The kick connected cleanly, but just as Kensa had disappeared a moment ago, so too did Xylo. The Inspector cursed in an ancient tongue just as Xylo returned to view behind him.
”If you’re on the way to becoming a deity, you should look into more unique battle strategy… Something like this.”
Before Kensa could respond, Xylo leaned back, his cheeks puffing up to comical levels, before he suddenly spit out a massive glob of dark grey spit! The Shinjin brought his gloved hand up to swat the spit away, but found that it stuck to his glove like glue! The pearly white glove slowly morphed to a darker color, as the magic of the spit coursed through the fabric.
”Oh no you don’t!”
With a quick motion, Kensa ripped the transmogrified glove off of his hand, tossing it to the ground as quickly as he could. Before long, the glove fully transformed into a fully stone object. The Shinjin gave a sigh of relief, before turning to Xylo with a serious glare.
Xylo gave the glove a befuddled stare, before turning to Kensa. ”What?! But how could you have known of my secret technique?!”
”It’s an old trick. I’ve done my fair share of reading about Demon’s and their magicks; that particular ability seemed to be a favorite of an ancient Lord. Sorry to say it, but you’re just a copycat.”
As this revelation hit the Namekian, the mist slowly began to fade. No longer did it bear down on the duo so heavily, in fact, Xylo could barely even feel it! He turned to the Ogre on the ridge, a somewhat worried look in his eye.
”Hey, sorry! I’m runnin out of juice, okay?! Maybe you wanna speed things along?!”
”He’s right. Let’s get this over with!”
The mist continued to fade, until there was nothing left. A slight smirk played on the lips of the Shinjin. He had the advantage in both speed and power now that the Ogre’s strange mist had cleared. Along with that, the entire crew of Ogre’s he was inspecting were slowly regaining their strength. Although they wouldn’t be a massive help now, if he could wear down this Namekian for long enough, they’d be able to get a win from sheer numbers alone.
”Let’s see how well you fare against me at my full pow--”
"KENSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
A massive, booming voice pierced the golden clouds above, as a figure descended from Heaven. Kensa’s cocky demeanor vanished, replaced by one of sheer terror. He knew exactly who was coming down…
His supervisor.
As the massive red Ogre touched down on Hell’s soil, he gave Kensa a glare of ferocity that had no equal. He leaned down, pushing his big red thumb into the Inspector’s chest as he spoke. ”You missed your deadline by THREE MINUTES! Do you know how much extra paperwork I’ll have to go through because of how long you took to inspect the goings on here?!”
”B-b-b-but sir! I didn’t slack off for no reason! There was this Namekian and he--”
”NAMEKIAN SHMAMEKIAN!!! YOU TOOK TOO LONG TO FINISH YOUR JOB AND NOW I’M THE ONE WHO HAS TO PAY FOR IT!”
As the Inspector was given an earful, Ino tried his best to speak up. Every time he tried to get in a word, the immense ogre would simply shout harder, drowning out Ino’s words at every turn.
”Sir, if you’d just look behind you, you could see the Namekian I’m talking about! He’s got a fin on his head, he’s got a leather jacket, he’s evil and he tried to kill me!”
The supervisor paused for a moment, his glare softening as he took a deep breath. He turned around, and as he expected, there was not a single trace of a Namekian anywhere.
”Oh look… Nothing there… Just like I EXPECTED!!!”
Before Kensa could get another word in, the Supervisor grabbed him by the ear, flinging him straight up towards the golden clouds above. In mere seconds, the Inspector flew out of sight, the only sign of his departure being a Shinjin-shaped hole in the clouds above.
”Well, that went about as well as I’d have hoped.”
The Mazoku Lord sat at the edge of a massive cliff, miles away from the battlefield he’d just fled from. He wasn’t a massive fan of trickery like that, but it was what Beelzebub requested of him.
”Eh, It could have been worse. I ran out of juice at just the right time, it seems. If I were even a little less powerful, we’d both be in hot water!”
Xylo turned towards the Ogre who’d assisted him, a kind smile on the Namekian’s face as he patted the red-skinned denizen of hell on the back. ”I suppose you’re right! As much as I hate to admit it, that Inspector would have mopped the floor with me without your magic.” With a somewhat tired sigh, Xylo took to a stand. His eyes scanned the landscape, as he pondered his next step.
”I suppose Beelzebub will want to know I’ve succeeded. Perhaps you’d like to tag along?”
He turned to the Ogre again, but was surprised to find the man had vanished! The Namekian clicked his tongue as he floated into the sky.
”Next time I’ll find out who you really are, you shape-shifting bastard…”