The Wasteland

Pretty much a place to train your ki on rocks. There are many dinosaurs and other creatures to train on as well.

The mystified dark blue, near black of the night sky wrapped itself around every crevice corner and appendage of the metal shell protecting a very human brain. Thunder and lightning crashed and crackled across the evening blanket, illuminating the many and various dark grey clouds mazing their way throughout the unimaginably dark armor. There was a second flash of lightning, it struck the leafy terrain of the ground in front of the ex-necromancer. The single second of light lit up the face of the warrior. He was hiding, stalking his own prey. For unknown reasons and purposes the former human was watching and following two small Saiyan boys with no regard for stealth. After all, they were just children, or was this total lack of silence another ploy employed by the mysterious saiyan? The two small boys were thrust deep into their own form of combat in the deep hour of midnight. On either of hands were braces composed purely of marble, the most purest and beautiful any soul could find. One was a gorgeous red, scarlet and crimson flow of shades and hues, there were small thin streaks of black dotting the volume of the wrist armor. The other pre-pubescent child’s hand was accompanied by an opposing oceanic, aqua liquid pond of blue. This too was occasionally harassed by the previous mentioned black streaks. Their blows were exchanged evenly, block for block, strike for strike, guard for guard.

The half saiyan watched them intensely his silver hand creeping up to rest on his chin as his legs bent low, his face just barely visible through the verdant herbage he was hiding in. The Saiyans were obviously low-leveled warriors, they needed to constantly halt their spar to catch their breath or prepare for another bout. The older of the two had hair the color of a deep ebony or obsidian. However, the younger had hair composed purely of Ivory, a hue akin to their bones that The half saiyan would soon be cracking. The metallic warrior knew that regularly he would be able to take care of those two saiyans easily, his immense battle experience and tactics would account for that. Regularly it would’ve been easier, however, he was still getting used to his body. His thoughts about his little experience in his metallic body were shattered and collapsed in upon himself as the younger saiyans began to gather ki. So the little bastards know energy manipulation. This may prove to be harder than I originally transpired on. The metallic shell of a man thought as his brain moved quickly and smoothly calculating the newfound strength of his enemies. It’s time for me to make an entrance. The conscious ro saiyan concluded, his foot sliding out of the brush he moved his hand up it’s entire length, sleek smooth, easily. ”And now it begins!” The elderly in mind, however young in ability of a man shouted as he lurched forward out of the condensed, plant populated brush and towards the children.

The saiyans moved their necks, turning them, rotating them towards the direction of where The half saiyan’s voice had come from. His katana was gripped solely with one hand as he moved forward, his other hand held nothing, occasionally being shifted and moved for better balance. His feet seemed to run a dance of their own, his figure was co-ordinated perfectly as he arrived at his selected foes. The saiyan children caught off guard thrust up their hands hastily as his sword came down swiftly. However, it was caught on their shield-like wrist jewelry preventing the warrior from penetrating their skin and beginning his feast of blood. Instead a faint yellow aura seemed to accumulate on the child who he was locked in a struggle with. The aura moved slowly, it radiated up forth from his heart, moving in conjunction with his body. It traversed up the many small canals that were his muscles, the well-paved roads that constituted as it’s ligaments. The half saiyan hesitantly disconnected his attack as the accumulated energy began to reach a climax, a mini supernova was being created the light produced from enough to blind a normal, average human. However, this would not happen, they were advanced beings, a saiyan and two saiyan children. ”It’s too bad you two are too young to experience the joy of women.” As the energy attack finally climaxed, it blasted forth, at such a close-range their was no opportunity for The half saiyan to guard against the attack. Instead, in almost an instant energy was gathered under the mans pores and then emitted and secreted from said holes, covering his body and then hardening. The attack met the armor and simply pushed The half saiyan back, unable to cut through the incredibly strong wall. ”And now, for your deaths! A thousand blades of Ki!” Literally, a thousand blades composed in entirety of the sharp and deathly energy were conjured around the three fighters battleground.

They hovered in the air as The half saiyan stepped backward, his Katana placed in a small sheath laid across his back, his hands began to move in a mannerism equivalent to that of a musical conductor. The dark blue sharp deathly blades moved as if in offering to the movements of The half saiyan. However, all but ten of the weaponry were illusions. Then again, the small children didn’t know that, now did they? As his hands swept across and through the air, whipping around and freshening the stale rarely touched air the blades moved. They dropped their docile actions and moving backward to gain area, strength and power swept downward falling like they had all been thrown simultaneously by a thousand warriors. There was no way the saiyans could avoid the attack, all nine hundred ninety of the fake blades hit the ground and dissipated. However, of the ten that were real each had met their target. Of the younger of the two saiyans, he had been pierced in either of his gelatin-like irises and pupils. The other three had struck him in the neck, one hit him head-forth moving through his Adams apple from one side of his neck to the other, the other two had pierced him in a diagonal thrust. The areas he had been pierced caused thick, liquified crimson water to ooze and rush their way through his mouth, ears, eyes nose and mouth. It was the ultimate death, his eyes rolled up, his fingers curled, his hands clutched at his throat simply succeeding in digging the knives in further damaging the warrior to an even larger extent. He fell down, his knees touching the ground as he uttered a loud animalistic sound and fell face first, his death accomplished the energy knives dissipated in a single snap of The half saiyan’s hand.

Of the second slightly older warrior the knives had simply been sent to skim the surface of the warriors arms, and legs. Four of them, as they flew through the air they connected the muscle ripping through and destroying them, he now would not be able to resist as the malicious saiyan set forward on making the young saiyan his slave entirely. This would be his first henchman, and he was taken by force. A satisfied smile curled up The half saiyan’s mouth as he looked at the fruition of his work and wasted ki. He walked forward to the young saiyan, his friend freshly death and placing his hands under him, pulled the warrior upward hoisting him over the shoulder and taking him away. The dreadful lightning and rain paused and stopped, the task of the ki-adapted ro saiyan achieved.

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