Future Trunks vs Novashen (Ref: Broly)

It was a normal day near East City. Nothing too out of the ordinary. This small town was considered a town of merchants, due to the massive amounts of booths set up up and down the single street that ran through its core. This was a place of peace, a place to come buy your goods and enjoy talking with its citizens.

Within the body of this place stood many short, decaying buildings. Although, this was the intent of how everyone wanted them to look. It was intentional to have a feeling of historic nature upon arriving here. Considering not far from them stood the sky scrapers of Easy City, it was a fitting change of scenery.

The streets were filled with people today, more than usual. It was probably due to the warm weather that had most citizens out and about. With all the life that surrounded this town, from the markets and their customers, to the luscious forest the surround the city, it was only fitting that it be a spot for death. For within this little town, rested a saiyan with the power and attitude to wipe out everyone in his way or anyone who got on his nerves. Which was not a hard feat to accomplish, considering Trunks had one of the worst tempers out of all of the saiyans.

He could hardly care about any of the people he saw on his way into the local bar. Nor did he give a shit about anything they were attempting to sell. All he cared about was getting that first drink. It was about mid-day, and his lips were in need of liquor. The dark room in which he sat and sipped his glass of Jack Daniels, smelt of smoke and whiskey. It was a smell he was accustomed to, he almost liked it. As he drank his drink, he wondered what the being Cell or that maniac Broly were up to. It had only been a few days since he joined forces with them, and already he needed to get away and take a drink.

Trunks was used to being alone, but it was not as bad as he figured being a part of The Inquisition. When a group of powerful warriors come together, and they all have the same goal in mind, it makes for a perfect combination of dominance. That goal would be death and destruction. Still, even with that in mind, the young saiyan needed some time away.

And if anyone interrupted this event, it would be that persons last day on this planet.

WC: 429

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The sun shone bright in the sky, its hot searing rays dampened slightly by the cloud cover that had drifted lazily overhead. It was a warm summer day, the likes of which people spent outside in the streets shopping for things they needed, or looking for a cold drink to quench their thirst. The town that exited below was busy with life, countless life forms scurrying around as they went about their day to day life.

Novashen was walking through the streets of the nameless town, intent on shopping, happy that he had found an appropriate place to do it! There were shops littered all over the place, set up in traditional booth style to encourage customers to come wandering up and examine each merchants goods in the hopes that they would make a purchase. The buildings were magnificent, older and worn with age, yet standing tall and strong, obviously well maintained. It reminded him of home.

“I wish I were back in the markets shopping there, at least everyone would recognize my royal personage there,” Novashen grumbled, his mood only slightly muted as he was occasionally elbowed by someone walking by.

He continued strolling through streets, trying to get from stall to stall, finding his way greatly impaired by the massive throng of people that had come out to enjoy a day of shopping on such a fine day. He was really not used to shopping with this many people, at least not this many people that respected his royal hertiage.

“If they knew who I was they would not be messing with me,” Novashen thought, a dark glint appearing in his eye as he spoke, at first he thought of simply pushing his way through the crowd, but as he proceeded to do so a sudden image of him slicing the heads off of everyone in his way flooded his mind, he could almost feel the warm splash of blood from their dying bodies covering him, his the ground slick with their blood. When he was aware again his hand was resting on the hilt of his blade.

“No.. I can't do that,” the Prince shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the thought of violence that had invaded his mind. “I will not kill someone in cold blood.”

The Prince gripped his head as a searing pain tore through his mind, letting out a groan of pain as he stumbled through the crowd. As he made his way he began to hear all of the noises in the area all at once, except amplified as if each and every sound were occurring right next to him.

“AGAH!” Novashen screamed, the noise he let out sounding more like a tortured beast then a distressed humanoid.

“LET ME THROUGH!” he yelled, the crowd around him turning to face him instinctively moving away as he yelled.

All who looked on him shivered in fear, as they saw what looked like a man snarling viciously stumbling his way towards the nearest building, his hands clutching his head.

“Who is he?”, “Is he okay?” “What's wrong with him?” were the questions that came to Novashen's ears as he stumbled into the side of the building, resting heavily against it.

Turning, Novashen faced the crowd and yelled with all his might, “Leave me alone you idiots, before I kill all of you insignificant peasants!”

Dark thoughts filled his mind then, thoughts of running through the crowd wild slaughtering innocents left and right, be they man, woman or child. For a moment, Novashen felt a wave of nausea build up in his body, sicked by what he had just thought of.

Shaking his head, he managed to get to the entrance of the building. Shakily his hand wrapped around the door knob twisting the hard piece of metal so that it opened the door before him. Before him, he saw the typical bar, filled with men smoking from odd shaped sticks and drinking from various containers that were similar to the ones back home but different in odd little ways. Yet as he looked on the scene another wave of anger filled his being, anger at having to look at such disgusting looking creatures.

Growling, the Prince's innate senses scanned the room feeling the power of all that were there, finding them lacking, save one who sat at the bar, one who had actual strength that rivaled his own, normally he would have been hesitant to cause a battle in such a location, but something in him actually encouraged him to attack this stronger foe, to cause him pain and suffering, to make him bleed!

That said the Prince was no fool, his scanners thoroughly analyzed the building that so many lesser beings occupied, taking note of each part of the building that was suffering from decay, and had not been properly maintained. Not even a seconds time gave him all the information that he would need to send the building collapsing on all of the living beings that currently occupied the bar.

His built in sensors began performing various scans and calculations on the powerful figure who sat with his back turned to him, determining the man's strengths and weaknesses. The level of technology that had been installed into his body was far beyond that of normal human comprehension, developed by the Brilliant Dr.Gero; it analyzed the strength of each tendon in the man's body determining it's maximum strength, and just what movements it had been trained for. Every little detail about the man was communicated directly into Novashen's brain, the strength of the clothing he wore, where the molecular density was at it's weakest, where each particle of destructive energy would work at its best in breaking down his atomic structure.

A moment later, Novashen felt liked he had fought the man numerous times before, knowing not exactly what the man would do, but knowing that if he saw general muscle movements he would have an easier time in dealing with the force of each blow, either in evading the attack outright or in deflecting the damage.

Tired of watching the peasants live Novashen aimed one hand at the roof of the building, and another at the back of his opponent who still had little reason to look up from his drink. With a little bit of concentration a line of energy opened up to each arm, his left pointed at the ceiling of the bar, his right aimed at the back of his opponent. The line that had been created channeled a small portion of the Prince's energy to each hand, causing a small glowing ball of ki to form at the palm. First, the ball from the right palm launched outwards flying towards the exposed back of his unknown opponent, a glowing yellow ball of death that sparked with power.

Next, the ball from his right palm launched outwards flying towards the roof of the bar sparking with the same power that the previous ball had. This one though slammed into one of the buildings weakest parts, a portion of the building that had been badly decayed and neglectful from regular maintenance for a decade. As the blast impacted into the roof, the concentrated energies of the blast shot outwards eating into the structure of the building, the parts of the building that had been designed to hold the building build quickly disappeared eaten way by the destructive energies of the blast, causing the entire two story structure to collapse inwards upon all of it's occupants.

As the final blast of energy left his hand Novashen lept backwards away from the building, fully expecting that the building would collapse upon his opponent, though he highly doubted it would kill him, he knew that he could survive such an event, and his foe was slightly more powerful then he. During the confusion of the collapsing building, the deft warrior pressed his body up against the wall of a nearby building flattening himself so that he would not be an easy target, the resulting explosion of dust that shot outwards from the exploding building doing much to mask his presence, meanwhile his sensors had an active lock on the power of the man he had seen in the bar.

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Action 1 - Full Analysis - FT
Action 2 - Ki Ball - FT + 15 FP
Action 3 - Ki Ball Building + 15 FP


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Trunks could hardly catch the glare of what seemed to be a faint energy orb, firing towards his back. The saiyan prince could tell that this was not strong enough to kill him, but it did have the power to cause some discomfort. Within seconds he processed if he wanted to dodge the attack, he knew that he had the speed to master that attack. Hell, he might even be able to defect the attack back, but he doubted it. Then another mind process occurred, maybe he would just let it hit him. After all he did recently purchase a Caspule Corporation Jacket, a item said to be able to take massive amounts of damage. Trunks lifted his glass to his lips, but he had misjudged the speed at which this attack had been fired.

'Fuck it.'

The attack slammed into the saiyans back. The force of the attack blasted his chest forward, crushing the bars top table. This actually hurt more than the attack, due to him leaving his jacket open in the front. Trunks found his whole body rushing through the bar, just as he heard the other blast leave his opponents hand. He had hoped that he wasn't about to be engulfed in flames from this next attack, he would have to be forced to find some what to dodge this.

He waited, but nothing. Then he began to hear the screams, something else had happened. The bar was not as dark either, it was almost as if there had been a sun roof installed in the ceiling. Trunks lifted his body back up out of the wreckage. He didn't give a damn about the people in the bar with him. He wanted a drink before he found and beat the life out of who ever shot at him. Since his shot glass had been destroyed, he figured what the hell, and lifted a whole jar of Jack Daniels up to his mouth. Before he could taste the tough whiskey, a small pebble of sheet rock fell down upon his face.

'What the..'

The building fell with a extreme force. Trunks could do nothing to stop it, this was not what he had in mind for his day. He felt sorry for this poor bastard who was about to be destroyed. He would make sure that this was as painful as he could possibly make it. That was a bet.

Meanwhile, outside of the now pile of debris and destruction, most of the people that had been nearby buying their goods were running to the rescue of the now trapped visitors of the bar. Others were pointing and talking about what they had seen when just as the building had collapsed. Some were telling the truth, others making up what they thought would be a great story to get attention. Bullshit.

The rubble had now begun to shake and move, almost as if something underneath was causing a great disturbance.

"GAHHHHH!" Trunks erupted from the chaos, blasting what seemed like boulders of brick and blocks across town, some even through other buildings. He stood his arms bent, fist about chest high. His body glowing from the amount of energy he was forcing through his body. Trunks already had a bad attitude, now he was pissed. This would not be good for anyone, including the towns people.

"Sir, are you okay?" One man near him ask, amazed at how he survived the collapse with hardly a scrap on him. The saiyan prince turned his attention to this man, catching him by the throat. Trunks tilted his head as if he was offended by the mans concern. "He... Help!" The man attempted to scream out, Trunks had began to clinch his fist. Within seconds, he felt the sickening feeling of a mans neck snap. He dropped the carcass at his feet, and prepared to call out his attacker.

"Where the hell are you, bud? Running like a coward, just as I thought. When I find you, your a dead man." Trunks yelled out, then he got a tip. Nearby a group of citizens were pointing across the street. From what Trunks could tell there was something over there. Although, he felt not energy, he figured he didn't have any other option.

A small grin ran across the saiyans face, there was defiantly SOMETHING over there, and it was hiding. It had to be him. Trunks quickly forced a small amount of chi down his right forearm, manipulating it within his hand. He through the ball of energy as if it were a baseball, hurling the attack towards his attacker. He knew it wouldn't kill him. This was going to actually take some effort.

The saiyan grunted as he blasted up and over the location in which his opponent was standing. Hoping that he would be coming up from behind him, he jerked his fist backwards then blasting it forward in an attempt to strike his opponent as he inched closer.

WC: 825
TWC: 1,254

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Actions:
1. Power Up (+20% Strength & Ki)/ +18 FP
2. Ki ball aimed at Novashen/ +15 FP
3. Flight + Rush Attack (+15% Str)/ +6 FP



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"Where the hell are you, bud? Running like a coward, just as I thought. When I find you, your a dead man,” Novashen heard the man's voice clear as day, the words seeping into his conscious mind, not that the conscious Novashen was in his right mind, but the words did register.

“Heh heh, that man doesn't know who he is messing with, him kill me? Heh heh,” the Prince thought inside his mind, though he was quite mad, his basic instincts forced him to be quiet lest he give his exact position away.

A sly grin formed on the Prince's face, confident his hiding spot was keeping him safely hidden, though not being in his right mind, Novashen completely ignored the group of on lookers who were pointing at him, talking in loud voices about the insanity of the man who would randomly blow up a building and then try and hide right across the street.

His sensors actively monitoring the man's ki, Novashen sensed the giant spike in energy as he tore free from the building that he had been buried under, a sharp increase in the man's energy signature registering on his visual.

“Well well well, what does he think he's doing?” he thought to himself, a puzzled look forming on his face, tilting his head slightly to the right in confusion.

Another increase appeared registered on his visual scanner, this time much smaller then before, and the next thing he knew a small orb of glowing energy appeared exploding into a man who had stopped to stand next to Novashen, and had just been in the process of opening his mouth to ask a question. Traces of explosive energy washing over Novashen, causing a small burning sensation to erupt over his entire body.

“Hot hot hot hot,” Novashen shouted, stepping away from the building, he did a sort of dance as he tried to cool his body down.

Unbeknownst to the Prince, having been preoccupied with the burning energy that seared his body, he had also been covered in the gore of the man who exploded next to him; small chunks of flesh and blood sticking to his flesh, with little bits of blood and gray matter having gotten tangled in his hair. Nearby a woman screamed at the site of the dancing Novashen, his eyes wild with madness, his body sticky with the gore of a man. His covered had also been blown, but that never registered on his mind.

Then his foe was on the move, flying high into the air and over and above him, apparently trying to flank him, growing serious Novashen's eyes glinted with promised violence, following his foes movements, seeing him flying through the air as clear as a cloud moving across a sunny sky.

Then his foe stopped, suddenly changing direction as he cocked his fist backwards, charging straight towards Novashen. The Prince's initial analysis of his opponent had given him great insight into his opponent, and as he was charged Novashen put that data to use. His mind was quickly working, analyzing the bodily movements of his foe, seeing how he each part of his body tense with each movement; everything matched Novashen's data.

“Yes, yes that will work,” the Prince giggled for a moment, just before his foe reached him.

What happened next could only be described as a thing of beauty; Novashen's foe was fast, covering the distance between them in something just slower then several heart beats, and as the angry looking man reached Novashen, he threw his fist outwards towards the Prince, his attack seemingly wild with rage.

In Novashen's mind he already knew what was going to happen, using the data, he had gathered earlier he could tell the exact trajectory of his foe's straightforward punch, enabling him to have his left hand in just the right position to shoot outwards, catching the oncoming fist. Even though he was prepared for the attack, there was such a large strength difference between the two and Novashen's arm was still forced painfully backwards, the Prince grimaced his face tightening with pain, but it was not enough to distract him from his next move. This caused the angry man to continue to move forwards towards Novashen and for the briefest of moments the two were face to face, brown eyes staring into the depths of a pair blue eyes, though it would not have been a pleasant experience for his foe as Novashen was covered in gore, stinking of blood and guts.

This was the moment that Novashen known would come, based on the speed and power and the nature of the attack that his foe had committed to, it gave him the perfect position to strike. His right hand had been tucked down to his side, with his fist pointing outwards which was now pointed directly at his foe's groin. Novashen was ready a portion of his body's energy had been stored in that hand, swirling around as if eager to be released, and released it was surging outwards to burst forth in the form of a sharp blade of cackling energy that would grow up to three feet in length. It cackled forth, growing in size eager to bite into the soft and sensitive tissue that lay beneath his enemy's pants; his reproductive organs. The beauty of the move was that, since Novashen was the one being attacked his foe was essentially driving himself forward into the blade of energy, requiring only the slightest of movements to ensure that the blade would meet it's find just the right area to make it's home in his foe's body.

After stabbing at his foe, Novashen twisted his body to the side releasing his enemies hand as he moved, so that he could slip behind his enemy just as the momentum of his attack finished, hopefully leaving his foe groaning with pain, and the Prince in the ideal flanking position, ready to strike.

“Heh heh, who will be the dead man?” the Prince asked his foe, head tilted every so slightly, voice tinged with madness.

That was not to say that he paused as he spoke, his eyes were busy reading the small bodily movements that his foe was making, trying to make sense of each and every movement to optimize his attack. During his small speech, he reached out with his left hand his fingers curling around the leather hilt of his blade, and in one smooth motion brought his sword free from it's scabbard to bring the sharp edge of his sword to his foe's exposed neck, in an attempt to lope the head clean from it's shoulders.

Already in his mind, Novashen could see the purple haired man's head rolling, blood spraying like a fountain through the air.

“Heh heh,” Novashen cackled.

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This strange creature was smarter than Trunks had given him credit for. What he lacked in power, he some how made up for it with some kind of mind reading ability. It was almost as if he could see what the prince was doing it before he did it. Thanks to this special ability, the saiyan warrior was now in a bit of a jam. He didn't think he had the speed to completely get away from this new kind of fighter. He was faster, but with this ability it made Trunks job a lot harder. Although, he knew that in the end he would kill this man, but not before handing him some questions.

Trunks needed to calm down, he was making stupid ass mistakes. This kind of fighting would not be tolerated any longer. He would have to focus, he knew that he were a excellent fighter when he was aware of his surroundings. No more blind fighting.

Before he could get to this, he would have to figure out what to do at this particular time. For in front of him, a blade of energy inched closer to an area Trunks would rather not lose. He had to think quick. The saiyan jerked his body away from the man, he found out he had superior strength as well. He needed to move away as far from the blade as possible. As he fell away from the man, he felt the sharp piercing pain of a slice.

Although he had managed to save his, man hood, the blade still found a way to slice through his pants and into the side of his right leg. He knew that he had been injured, from the sheer pain that he felt, but he didn't know to what extent. He didn't have the time to think much about it as he saw the shadow of what seemed like a sword coming down on him in a hurry. This attack he knew he needed to dodge, he couldn't take another blow like the one before. He could lose a limb if he were not careful.

Trunks quickly thought of a plan, behind his back rested his hilt. The sheath to his blade. Fight fire with fire would be the best defense, the best defense would be an offense. Trunks blasted the aura that already covered his body, this would be his only way to get this kind of action done before his demise. The saiyan threw his right arm behind his head gripping his sword. With a burst of speed he twisted around. Clashing swords with his fellow swordsman. The blast of metal clashing together rang throughout the ally they were in.

"You are one lucky bastard. I've not been hit with an attack in so long, haha I hope you don't mind me being excited." Trunks said with a grin. Like all saiyans he loved to battle, and having an equal made it all the better. "But do not expect me not to end this quick." The saiyans happy face, quickly turned serious as he sent a large amount of ki to his already aimed left hand. He was already ready to attack, even before he had blocked the attack. Trunks hand lit of black, dark energy, as a huge beam of ki blasted out from a very close distance. Trunks hoped this would destroy the poor bastard.

The force of the attack sent the saiyan backwards, skidding on his ass until he finally came to a dead stop. Given the pause in combat it gave him time to check his wound. He wasn't sure how this damage would effect his fighting. He knew he could get the pain out of his mind, but the blood would make it more uncomfortable than he wanted. None the less, the saiyan stood to his feet, favoring his right leg a little bit.

He wondered if this being had been destroyed in the blast, he couldn't sense his energy. Trunks knew that this didn't mean shit. "If your still alive, tell me how the hell I can not sense you? What the hell are you?!"

Trunks awaited a reply.


WC: 693
TWC: 1,947
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Actions:
1. Block Ki Blade strike/ +3 FP
2. Block sword strike/ +1 FP
3. Big Bang Cannon aimed at Novashen from point blank distance (AR 3)/ +36 FP



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The battle had been fierce so far, and Novashen was holding his own thanks to his analytical abilities that had allowed him to learn his opponents patterns before the fight had begun. His scanners had also been busy, recording each movement his foe was making, to further complete the combat data he had gained.

He knew he was going to need as much data as possible. His foe had jerked away from him a moment before he had stabbed with his blade of ki and while the attack still grazed, it didn't do as much damage as he thought it would. He frowned slightly irritated that his well executed move had been foiled so easily, it appeared that his analysis had been incomplete, his foe was much more capable then he had suspected.

That conclusion was further reinforced when he swung at his foe's exposed neck, even though he had his opponent’s back, the man still managed to draw his sword and spun around in one skilled move that was timed perfectly to block Novashen's attack. Though that wasn't the only thing he was doing as Novashen's sensors registered a large increase of power in his foe, tracking a strong current of energy being transferred to his foe's left arm and hand. Their swords clanged loudly as metal impacted on metal, Novashen sending a flow of energy into his muscles at just the right moment, so when the dark surge of energy blasted from his opponents hands he had already disappeared from the spot he had been standing in.

His foe's attack had been a bold move, and might have seriously injured Novashen, but the Prince had reinforced his body with energy, allowing him to push it's limits and having the advantage of knowing his foes attack timing, as well as having detected the sharp increase of power he was able to duck down just in time proceeding, to tuck himself into a smooth forward roll that took him behind his enemy. Novashen then sent another surge of energy to his right hand, so that another blade of ki erupted forth from his hand, and he was able to slash out at his foe's uninjured leg's ham string.

A moment later, the dark blast of energy impacted into something that Novashen couldn't see but the explosion of force lifted him from his feet and sent him flying into the air. His enhanced hearing picked up the sounds of people screaming, many voices filled in pain as they were undoubtedly consumed by the explosion, many more people ran away screaming fearing for their lives.

"If your still alive, tell me how the hell I can not sense you? What the hell are you?!" Novashen's enhanced hearing picked his opponent's voice out from the crowd, allowing him to easily hear his opponent's voice even amongst all of the screaming and yelling that was happening.

His enhanced hearing tracked the sound waves, tracing them back to their source so that Novashen could target his foe, and amazingly enough his foe was on the ground and in front of him, having been shot backwards along the ground while Novashen had been shot backwards into the air.

“Heh heh heh, he's not a very nice man. Look at all this Chaos,” Novashen thought to himself, though the Prince was not in his right mind, and at that point his the pupils in his eyes disappeared completely.

The Mad Prince didn't bother to stop and answer his enemy's question, instead he dive bombed his foe from behind, swooping like a bird of prey, silent but deadly as his sword reached for his foe's exposed head, thirsting for the man's blood.

After trying to slash his foe's head, Novashen replied, “What am I? I am part of chaos, and you are helping spread that chaos! Heh heh,” at this point Novashen sounded completely the part of the lunatic.

Yet at this point he still didn't bother to stop his movements, as the Mad Prince still knew how to fight, and ended aiming for another slash at his foe's neck, carefully aiming for the area where his foe was the most vulnerable bypassing his armor. And as he slashed at his foe's neck, Novashen extended his right arm ever so slightly, aiming the palm of his hand at his enemy.

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The blast that Trunks had given such thought into, completely missed his target. Just like most of his other attacks he had attempted. It was getting a bit ridiculous in his mind, how they hell do you fight someone who cannot be hit? The saiyan wondered this as he saw his opponent rushing away from where he once stood. The saiyans attacks blasting by an almost after image of the creature he fought today. Although Trunks did see in what direction his opponent moved it didn't mean he had the ability to quickly turn or see the attack that he knew in his heart was about to be thrown.

Trunks was no ordinary fighter, he had been through many battles like this before. A cut on the leg, hell even being beaten down to the point that even he felt like the battle was over. Yet, he did not die. He always found a way around whatever was put in front of him. It was in his blood, as a saiyan, a royal saiyan.

Trunks could feel his opponent behind him, the same kind of feeling you get when someone is looking at you. It wasn't so much that he felt his ki, it was that he just knew he would be there. His opponent had started to become predictable.

Dodge, counter, block, and then attack with his blade of energy.

A true warrior knew that this was not the proper way to fight, it was almost as if this was programed in his brain. Almost as if he were not human at all but more robot. The saiyan warrior wondered if this was what this man was, he had heard of these beings but never had been in a battle with one. This time he knew exactly what to do, although this would mean he would feel some pain in the next moments of this battle.

Trunks spun around to catch his opponents arm, completely consumed with energy once more. This blade of ki was more of a bothersome that anything, it was sharp and tore through flesh. He knew in order to keep this from taking his leg off he needed to do something. He figured if one leg was hurt why not go with two. The saiyan attempted to move his body in a direction a bit less painful as the mystery mans blade sliced into the tissue of Trunks leg. The pain in which the attack landed sent the saiyan to his knees. It hurt, but it wasn't going to stray him from his main goal. He knew this attack was coming, now he needed his predictable opponent to do the rest.

Trunks now stood on one bent leg, the other leg rest on his knee. Most of his weight had been shifted to one side, making it easy to lean backwards and dodge the next incoming attack. It was just as he expected, a sword attack aimed at the head area. This was almost becoming a sad song, that this soon to be dead man kept singing. Just as Trunks pushed his upper body backwards, catching his momentum with his sword before actually losing balance, he saw an actual sword swoop by his head. He knew now that it was safe to come back to his kneeling position.

The saiyan prince awaited the last of the fury of attacks, he knew something was about to happen. He just hoped it was not that ki sword, as long as it were the mans material sword his plan would work.

Just as Trunks expected, his opponent pulled back his sword and threw it towards the saiyans neck. He could almost smile if he wasn't in such a concentrated state. Trunks jerked his body forward, allowing the blade to slam into his shoulder area, which was covered with his capsule corporation jacket. He knew this special material garment would come in handy one day, he would have to thank his mother for this one. Although the attack would defiantly leave a mark, it would keep him from any major lacerations.

Now it was Trunks turn, he would have to muster the fortitude to fight through he pain but he knew while his saiyan blood shed from his leg that he could do it. The saiyan noticed his moment to strike. His opponent still in the middle of his sword swing, it was now time to launch his plan. He quickly flung his sword that he held in his hand, almost as if it were a torpedo of death, aimed straight at his opponents chest. He knew that in this close distance and the amount of force his opponent used to attack him with this sword that this would be almost impossible to dodge. As the sword almost reached his opponent, He jumped into the air with all the power he had in his good leg.

"I'll make sure you get hit with this attack!" Trunks kicked the hilt of his blade, he aimed to send the attack straight through his opponent, but that was not all that it was meant for. The saiyan used this momentum to power his body into the air, above where his opponent was last.

"Now you DIE!" Trunks lifted his finger up to around chest level, poking the sky in front of him. The small ball of energy that emerged from his finger tip quickly became a bigger mass of evil energy. This was Trunks most powerful attack, an attack that is used right could completely destroy this miserable planet at which he stood. The ball of energy was black as it was evil, it was almost as if all the souls that Trunks had destroyed were trapped in this ball, forced to do his evil bidding. Now this attack would take one more life.

The ball of energy shot down toward his opponent at lightning speeds, ready to explode upon impact. Trunks knew that this could kill everything around him but he just didn't give a damn anymore.

WC: 1,003
TWC: 2,950

OOC: Let it be known that the kick to the hilt of my sword, was were RP purposes, nothing special.

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Actions:
1. Evade Sword attack (head) / +1 FP
2. Throw sword (Debilitating Blow) - Novas chest/ +8 FP
3. Death Ball (AR4)/ +42 FP



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Some way, some how his foe had managed to deflect his attacks almost as if he had predicted what he was going to do. Each time he went to strike at his foe, he had manage some sort of defense, either stopping his arm completely at one point or twisting his body out of the way apparently predicting where each blow was coming from.

Of course in battle, basing your defense off such limited knowledge was dangerous of course. Novashen knew that it had really only been his second offensive action against his foe, at least one that he could accurately evaluate, so in the end Novashen either knew his opponent was able to read minds or had gotten lucky; probably the latter.

After his sword cut across his opponent's chest, apparently failing to cut through the cloth his opponent made a deft attempt to throw his sword at his chest. It was probably an attempt to inflict a mortal blow upon his body, to try and end the fight or to cripple him in some way. Little did his foe know, Novarians were sturdy beings, their anatomy operating in different ways, the very thing that pumped life into their bodies making them far more durable then organic creatures.

The tip of his foe's blade pierced into Novashen's body a shock of pain running up and down his spine as the foreign metal entered his body. Of course it didn't stop at just the tip, the sword continued to sink into his body, the pain that went along with it caused the Novarian to grimace in pain, but the blade stopped before the half way point, perhaps it had something to do with the strange sound of steel on stone that had accompanied the wound.

“GRGH! So the man with the funny hair does know how to fight,” Novashen growled, fighting down the pain that came along with him wrapping his fingers around the hilt of the sword that his opponent had used on him, and in one deft movement released the blade from his chest, a blast of steamy white mist promptly following it's release.

"Now you DIE!" the words came from above Novashen, the sound of cackling energy accompanying the words.

Looking up, he saw his foe holding a large ball of energy gigantic in size. With a movement that he didn't quite catch, the ball came careening down upon him. Out of reflex he pulled both swords up in front of his face, putting his foe's sword up in front so that it would take the brunt of the energy. To finalize his defense, a split of a moment before the attack hit he channeled his own energy up the blades of each sword, and as the cackling ball of energy impacted upon the crossed blades it bounced backwards every so slightly, not enough that anyone with normal vision could perceive but it stopped the attack from consuming him completely.

The ball of energy exploded, waves of dark energy and explosive forced washed over Novashen lifting the warrior into the air, forcing his body to into a ball as pain wracked his body. Of course the explosive energy erupted outwards in all directions consuming everything and everyone in it's path, undoubtedly the energy itself blocked his opponent's vision of Novashen, or maybe the flying debris, or a combination of the entire chaotic situation.

“Urgh, funny man, funny hair, I wonder if he bleeds funny?” Novashen groaned, having found himself in the middle of a collapsed building, it's walls were still largely intact. His sensors indicated that his foe was still off in the distance in front of him, but not high enough in the air to have the appropriate angle to see over the walls that gave him cover.

He had not escaped his opponents attack unharmed, dark burns ran up and down his body from where the energy had seared his muscles, large portions of his clothing had been torn or burned away. Portions of his hair in the front had been singed, leaving blackened tips behind, and he was covered in dust from the building he had impacted into. His back had been covered in small cuts from where he had landed, such had been the force of the attack.

Just then a surge of energy flowed through his body, coming from an unknown source. He felt his strength returning slightly, as fatigue faded from his body and the energy that run and powered his body ran thick and powerful once again.

He found that both swords were still in his hand, his powerful body structure having somehow overcome the reflexive action of releasing each sword when attacked with overwhelming pain.

The cackling madness of the demon within had subsided, allowing at least the more logical portion of Novashe's mind to have some control, as it had been clear that sheer madness was not going to be enough to win this battle alone. Rising wordlessly and soundlessly covered in the dust of his surroundings, the Novarian began to move like a predator, moving from ruin piece of rubble, to ruined piece of rubble, using his enhanced senses to keep track of his foe's position relative to his own. Keeping close to cover, and only moving when he doing so would keep his presence masked from his foe, the Prince stalked.

Not entirely, certain of his foe's exact position as he did not have a complete visual he could only guess based on his foe's last attack that he was now somewhere behind his foe. Sheathing his own sword, he reached down picking up a small size shard of glass that had exploded from a building nearby, drawing his finger across it, he felt a sharp prick of pain as it had just been sharp enough to cut skin.

Uncertainty was being sowed right now, chaos, madness, confusion. Had Novashen been blown away in the Death ball? Had he survived? There was no way to know for sure. The Prince had not immediately counter attacked like he normally had, the demon within overriding his normal instincts.

Smiling wordlessly, the demon possessed Prince using his enhanced senses stepped out from his cover for the briefest of movements, as he did he sent the piece of glass in his hand flickering end over end towards his opponent a flying shard of death. His enhanced vision had zoomed in upon his foe and using the data he had learned earlier to analyze his foe's body the glass shard became a dagger of death flying for one of the exposed arteries on his opponent's neck. Normally, such a move would have been little threat to beings such as him and his opponent, but this time the attack was so well aimed, so well timed that should it hit a fountain of blood would be sure to follow.

Continuing his silent stalking, Novashen slipped back behind cover once more, using the advantage of his foe being unable to detect his energy, and the numerous pieces of rubble that littered the battle field to be his mask from his foe. Willing his flight systems to life, he hovered ever so silently above the ground, slipping further and further away from his foe, continuing a board circle to keep his foe confused, uncertain of where he had gone, and thus unable to mount an effective counter attack. By the time he felt comfortable to stop moving, according to his sensors there should be several decent sized structures between him and his opponent, he continued to wait monitoring for signs of his foe dying.

Word Count - 1272
TWC - 4528

Spoiler:

This battle is paused due to an intervention. It will resume after the new player has posted.

The town beneath him had been completely destroyed. Directly where his opponent had been was now hosting a huge crater of smoke and debris. The buildings that accompanied the town were now either rubble or a shells of what used to be a buildings. Dust covered most of the surface below Trunks, but he could still make out the dead bodies that littered the streets. The young saiyan could smell the distinct odor of burnt flesh and death. He could always make out this smell, that was the smell that accompanied the end of a battle. After Trunks had beaten and destroyed his opponent.

He wondered if he had killed his enemy. The attack was defiantly strong enough to get the job done, he couldn't imagine this being would be able to get out of it. He knew in his mind that this thing was dead, a scrap piece of trash to be thrown away afterwards. The saiyan began to lower himself down towards the earth to begin his search for his opponents body. He was going to make sure this thing was dead so he didn't have to deal with him anymore.

As he began to make his descent, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck.

'The fuck?'

Trunks pulled his hand back behind his head so he could ease this pain, when he felt what seemed like a shard of glass hanging out of his neck. The tip of this shard had buried itself into the hard muscle that protected the back of his neck. Being a very muscular man, he had large neck muscles but now they ached and pulsed with pain. As he retracted his hand he noticed it slit open across his fingers, nothing too deep but still painful. His saiyan blood ran through his finger tips and down his forearm. The saiyan prince face shown that he was in some pain, he needed to remove this glass from his neck. He reached back with his hand and placed a powerful grip on the rigid piece of glass, and with a short tug he yanked it out of his flesh. He could feel the warm blood streaming down his neck and soaking into his cloths. It wasn't an injury that would cripple him, but it would need attention after the battle. It was just one more injury that left a stain on his wardrobe, it was becoming annoying and at the pace he was fighting could become bothersome.

Trunks lowered himself down into the dust, moving away from where he figured this shard had come from. Other than an injury, this attack showed him that his opponent was indeed still alive. He didn't know where exactly this being was hiding, but then again, now that Trunks was out of this creatures sight he was sure it didn't know where he was either. He would rest and wait for the dust to settle before advancing and attacking again. It was not smart to battle this man, when he could take advantage of him not being able to feel his energy.

Further in the distance, Trunks could see a few reporters trying to review what had just happened in this town. It was probably best if he stay away from these people, that was the last thing he wanted was to be on T.V and be recognized where ever he went. If these humans came any closer he would surely kill them. Each and every one of them.

WC: 581
TWC: 3,531
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Actions:
- Take Nova Action 2
1. Rest / -10 FP
2. Rest / -10 FP
3. Rest / -10 FP



Battle Tracker:

Spoiler:

The battle had been strenuous so far and his opponent was still not dead, Novashen's advanced sensors were able to indicate the slightest change in power and his foe's power had fluctuated ever so slightly. The demon that was straddling Novashen's mind, was pleased his attack had hit and had some impact. Now it was just a matter of time until he could launch his next attack, maybe the one that would be the deciding blow, the one that would fell this tenacious man who seemed desperate to cling to his life. Just a little bit more, and the man's life would end, whether it was due to lose of blood or loss of limbs mattered little to him.

After a short period of time, the Mad Prince noticed that his foe was making no moves, neither attacking nor making an attempt to flee from the battle ground.

“Now now now, what could he be doing,” the demon thought in Novashen's mind, a twisted smile forming on his lips, he ran his fingers through his hair, thinking about his next move.

He could stalk his foe, moving into a position that would allow him a better advantage to strike. Though this time his foe would most likely be expecting for him to make a strike from behind. The attack would have to come from another angle, perhaps a blade from the sky, or maybe the direct approach was the best one, to attack and give him a painful blow to the belly.

Gliding along the ground effortlessly, Novashen made his way closer and closer to his opponent, making sure that he stayed as hidden and silent as possible. He made his way through the city, moving to a ruined city first, then next he moved behind a car, the smell of a small gas leak entered his nose, as part of the car had been ripped open by a piece of rock. He was just getting ready to move from his hiding place, getting ready to strike his foe who was standing in open on the battle field, gripping his foe's sword tightly in his own hand he made ready to end his foe's life with his own blade.

The sky was beginning to darken as massive clouds were rolling in above the city, maybe it was the Kai's doing wishing that those who were suffering could enjoy a moment's respite from the pain they were experiencing. The city itself was in desperate need of such a respite,the small town was in ruins all of the buildings that had been caught in the recent explosion were crumbling and many were in flames. Off in the distance one could hear the sounds of the buildings collapsing, as walls and support beams fell, sending greasy smoke and sparks into the air.

As the clouds rolled in, another crashing sound could be heard this time the origins of which came from the clouds high in the sky. Moments later fat droplets of water began to fall upon the land, fighting the fires that had started and bringing fresh air to the pained people underneath.

His opponent appeared to be at rest trying to regain some stamina that he had lost while battling him. Rising from behind the car he was hiding behind, lurking like a shadow upon the ground. Energy seeped into his muscles, giving him further speed so that his attack would be harder to avoid, beginning his movements he disappeared from sight, only to reappear in the sky above his foe, his blade slashing downwards so that it would open his foe up from head to toe. The accomplished warrior that he was though he didn't hesitate for a moment, as he brought the other sword in his right hand across his foe's injured leg, this was no ordinary attack however; the advanced sensors that were implanted in his eyes detected the weakest point on that leg and should this sword strike the force of the blow would most likely lope the entire limb clean off.

That was not the end of his stream of attacks, as there was a build up of energy in his left hand causing another cackling of energy to spring forth from his hand, something his foe probably would not be expecting as he already had a sword in each hand, no this was a surprise attack. The blade of ki reaching out hungrily for his foe's eyes.

WC - 743
TWC - 5271

Action 1 - Speed Burst + Sword Strike, AR 2 = 16 FP
Action 2 - Sword Strike + Debilitating Blow, AR 2 = 9 FP
Action 3 - Ki Blade + Strike (Debilitating Blow built in) AR 3 = 13 FP

Spoiler:

Trunks waited for his mysterious opponent to show his some what perfect face. Not perfect as a sense of looking good, but perfect as in no defections. The mans skin was that of smooth silk, no imperfection to be seen. This struck Trunks as odd, how does a man with this kind of battle experience have no scars of signs of battle? As for Trunks, his body littered with scars of older battles. His body would remember this battle as well, as his opponent carried a sword just like his own. He was a fellow swordsman, making the saiyans job just that much more difficult to complete. He knew that this battle was nearing an end, but whos end would it be nearing? Trunks figured it to be his opponent, who lacking in power, made up for it in brilliance. This being said, his endurance for a fight of this caliber as well as length, had to be running low.

The saiyan prince stood with his arms every so tightly tucked. He stood in the crater that his death ball had created. He knew that his opponent would not suspect him in here, nor would there be any other chance for him to attack but from behind of above. Although, Trunks did not suspect he would even be attack as he was almost giving this man a chance to flee. Still, the saiyan lie in wait, waiting for the sword strike of his opponent. The sky had grown dark, and the rain began to clean the battle field of its dust that made it so very hard to see. The saiyan warrior knew that his opponent could not see him either. So it was now a chess game.

Just as Trunks were about to give up he heard a noise from behind. A large building had begun to crumble and fall to its end, he turned to admire his work and watch this fall of this structure. From above though came his distraction from this event. It was the man he had been trying to murder for this entire battle, and he was coming down full force for yet another sword strike. The speed at which this man blasted towards Trunks rivaled that of his own, it was a beautiful act to watch as it seemed that this man had been programmed for that entire attack. Like he was born with the ability to use these dual weapons. Trunks noted he would need to remove his own sword from this creature dead, cold, hands.

His opponent rushed down, shining with an aura, both blades in hand. With a quick swipe, the first sword came down upon Trunks. The sharp weapon sliced through the front part of Trunks chest, giving him his deepest cut of the battle. It was not a death blow, but it hurt like hell and made it where he would have to finish this battle quickly in order to heal himself. He would have to get a senzu bean once he had destroyed this man. As Novashen pulled his sword backwards, he launched yet another attack at the same time with his next sword. This time Trunks was ready. If it wasn't for his high endurance he would not be able to take such attacks and have the heart to keep fighting. Even with that being said, he still needed to end this now.

The blood shot out towards Novashen as Trunks dropped to his knees, catching the next blade that was aimed for his already injured leg. The force of the sword swipe could severe his leg if he let it, but being a swordsman as well he used this knowledge to his advantage. Trunks sent a mass amount of ki to his left hand, shielding it from any injury but catching the sword as well. This hurt the saiyans hand, but not as much as it would if he had not used his ki to help reduce injury.

Trunks knew what was coming next, the same attack his opponent had been attempting to finish him with this entire time. Novashens signature blade of energy. As he saw the mans hand light up with ki, Trunks quickly dropped to his knees. Attempting to dodged the attack. He knew that he had to come up with some kind of attack, something to finish this thing off. The young saiyan began to pulse energy down his arm, into his hand. This would be his final attack. Trunks blasted his arm forward, blasting off the same deadly black ball of energy as he did before. This time it was too close to counter, but before he could see it's results something happened that he was not ready for. Just as he dodged the swords blade, the edge of his opponents hilt caught him near his temple. The blow had been so quick and unexpected that it knocked the saiyan out, into a dark black state of mind. He would wake up after, but he wasn't sure what his attack had done to Novashen, or even if it had actually landed.

WC: 850
TWC: 4,381

-Finished-

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Actions:
- Take Nova Action 1
1. Block Action 2/ +2 FP
2. Semi-Dodge (Hit by sword and KO'd as I fired DB.)
3. Death Ball / +42 FP (attempting to end this thing in an agreed DRAW.)



Battle Tracker:

Spoiler:

Future Trunks, you cannot counter a physical attack (despite ki blade being a blade of energy, it is treated as if it were a weapon strike,) with an energy attack. Please edit your post ASAP.

The fight had been going on for a long time, and despite the demon forcing Novashen's body into movement, the Prince was starting to slow. Energy expended and blows taken were taking their toll on him, the possessed body was beginning to slow down, his reactions moving slower and slower with each blow. Novashen's body was filled with a mystical energy that gave life to the materials that contained his soul, yet slowly bit by bit that energy was leaking into the world through the wounds he had sustained and only time healing would allow him to recover what was lost.

A flash of light filled the battle field, accompanied by it's friend thunder roaring it's fury for all to hear. Heavy droplets of water began falling by the thousands upon thousands upon the ground, each droplet of water exploding against the ground with violent force. Those thousands of droplets began to multiply until millions filled the air, quickly putting out the raging flames of the destroyed town, soaking two warring combatants to the bone, as well as the bones of the dead who lay scorched throughout the destroyed town.

The possessed Prince's eye light up shining brighter then the stars in heaven as the hilt of his sword impacted against his foe's head. Novashen saw his foe's eyes rolling up to the back of his head, the light in his mind disappearing as the blow hit.

“Vicotory heh heh he...” the Prince begun cackling, madness thick in his voice. Though he was quickly cut off as in some last desperate attempt to kill him his foe put his hands to his chest, a cackling ball of black energy forming up against his chest. The cackling energy began to rip into his chest, shredding the earthly materials that composed his body so that chunks of hard flesh flew through the air.

“AGH!” Novashen cried, pain filling his entire body as the energy ripped against his skin.

Next the ball of energy exploded up against his chest, fiery energy flowing across his entire body bathing him in flames. Next came the explosion of force that always accompanied such a destructive force. The concussive force nailed him square in the chest sending his body flying through the air, limp like a rag doll. That flight was not destined to be uninterrupted though as Novashen's body crashed into a building, though the force was so great he continued to fly through that building, then another and another until the Mad Prince found himself buried in the side of a building.

Finished with the Prince, who was now completely unconscious the intelligence robbed from his body from the massive damage his body had sustained, the demon decided it it was best to vacate his victim lest someone attempt to revive the unconscious Prince and the demonic force within be discovered. The demon strongly suspected that a force of good would most likely come, and if one with the power to detect evil came the demon might be in trouble, and so it fled.

“Kah ha ha,” the demon cackled as it escaped from the Prince's body, a black cloud of evil power that floated away on the wind.

Another flashing of lighting lit up the sky, shining light across the two unconscious bodies that littered the destroyed town. At least one was oozing some kind of white mist, a hole in his chest that was beginning to seal itself off so that the leaking would stop. A perfect face belonged to that body, one with long white hair that was now covered in mud and dirt.

Emergency crews were on the way, going to search through the rubble of the destroyed town in a search for any survivors. It was a desperate situation they were going into and they knew it. For all they knew it very well could have been a natural disaster the destroyed the town, a few rumors had circulated from people who had been on their cell phones at the time of the attack, rumors of two powerful beings fighting and unleashing gigantic waves of energy. They could not be confirmed though, as a powerful explosion had ended up consuming everyone in the immediate area, loved ones were cut off mid conversation. It was a sad day for all, what remained was for the pieces to be picked up, the only question that remained was could someone learn to deal with these situations in the future before disaster struck again?

Word Count - 753
Total Word Count - 6024

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