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The Battle of North City

Post by Game Master on 8/16/2012, 12:53 am

The Battle of North City

Thousands of obsidian gargoyles, moving as one mighty swarm, descended upon an unsuspecting North City. No defense had been marshaled, as even the military had no idea what was upon them. As they moved over the city's sky, they cast a collective heavy shadow onto the streets below.

Citizens stopped their cars and stopped walking in mid stride, gazing up at the horrifying sight. They monsters were made of glossy stone. They had golden eyes, long slender arms, each bearing razor-sharp curved talons. Upon their backs they bore stubby wings, which beat at the air heavily to keep them aloft.

The monsters let out screeches that shattered glass as they descended upon their confused prey. They tore through market stalls, sliced open the tops of cars as if they were nothing more than paper mache, and eviscerated stone. People were plucked like ripe grapes and torn to bloody ribbons, As the humans died their horrifying deaths, the gargoyles opened their maws and drew in deep breaths. The souls of the victims were devoured before they could escape to the sanctity of Other World.

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Bulma Briefs felt a buzzing on the arm of the couch. It was her cellphone. She tapped the touchscreen, activing the button to answer the call.

“Hello?” she said as she raised it to her ear.

“Miss Briefs,” the caller said. She recognized the voice immediately; it was her secretary.

“Oh, Janet. Thank god.”

There was a solemn pause. Bulma was sitting on her leather couch. She tapped her stylus on the mahogany end table beside her. On the wall in front of her, she had a large flat screen monitor displaying technical drawings. She used a table that rested on her lap to draw them. But, she had not been doing well at concentrating at her work.

Her father had simply vanished after going for a walk a few nights past. The police had searched the area for any signs, but whoever had grabbed him had been fast. Unnaturally fast, that is. She was getting worried, very worried. Just who were her enemies? The Red Ribbon Army had rivaled CC for many years in technology, but they were long defunct.

It didn't help either city had just been ravished by a terrible storm, or so the authorities claimed. Bulma knew something else was going on. It was like some sort of mad train had ran its way through all the buildings down town, leaving a straight shot towards the countryside. Whatever it was had just barely grazed the CC headquarters, leaving only cosmetic damage.

She had heard the accounts of a flying man as well, but they had been dismissed quickly. There also was massive tornado, the earthquake, and the explosions that had devastated the county of Arling, twenty or so miles outside of the city. The area had already been cordoned off and they weren't talking much about it on the news, despite the rising fears of the public.

There was a battle going on, the sort of battle she had seen in the past when Goku was involved.

“Ian Lancaster called. He wishes to meet with you. He's invited you to his house for lunch.”

Bulma sighed. The last thing she wanted to do was talk business. But, Lancaster was making a name for himself. She wondered just what he had to offer.

“Fine, ready one of my air-vans. I'll head out as soon as I'm ready. Call him back and let him know, around three o'clock.”

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Re: The Battle of North City

Post by Piccolo on 8/16/2012, 2:17 am

North city one of the largest metropolitan capitals of earth. Usually on a calm normal day the city is bustling with life, people going about their daily routine. Today was unlike any normal day for North City, crowds of people were screaming in terror as a horde obsidian gargoyles descended. The foul beast tore through the streets, ripping through unsuspecting civilians with their razor sharp curved talons. A truly disgusting sight as the streets became littered with dead bodies and pools of blood running through the gutters.

Meanwhile, the loner known as Piccolo was training in the far off mountains that surround the city. His meditation was cut short as he felt a sudden increase of power levels. Piccolo opened his eye's and gazed at the once clear sky that was now filled with a massive moving horde of creatures casting a sinister shadow across the ground. "Looks like the perfect opportunity for some rough training." Piccolo tell's himself as he leaps into the air and flies towards North City.

The Namekian lands in the midst of a scene filled of horrifying creatures devouring innocent bystanders. Civilians running up and down the streets in panic wondering if the apocalypse had truly come and if today was their final hour. Pure chaos, chaos Piccolo's late father would of enjoyed, to Piccolo this was just an opportunity to test abilities.

"The sight of you monsters make me sick. How many of you are willing to die?" Shouted Piccolo as he threw down his cape and turban, proceeding to crack his knuckles and move his neck side to side.

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Re: The Battle of North City

Post by Izon on 8/16/2012, 5:11 pm

Ian set down the phone. Three o’clock. That’s when she will be here. He looked down at the contracts signed by Bulma’s father. It basically signed away everything he had. There was also a confession for the police that the death of Bulma was caused by his own hands. He doubted it’d work anymore. Not in this day and age, but it was typed up and his own signature signed off on it.

His plan was simple, get her to sell the company and sign her contract. He would then have the good doctor sign another copy that doesn’t put them out on the streets and he would simply take over. Then a few days later, the Doctor would be found several miles away from his own, confused and lost. Cira’s natural psychic ability allowed him to erase certain memories. It would be handy, though he wondered at times if his own memories had been erased at times.

If Bulma refused, he would show her the signed contracts from the doctor. Looking at the dates would certainly show that he signed them while missing. This would leave her little room though she still owned half the company.

And if that still doesn’t work, he still had the good Doctor. Muscles was still out, near their home with a video camera that will relay to him for the mother as well. And if she still refused to sign, she would kill her father and then her mother. And if still then, well he owned half the company, so he’d just kill her. With her whole family dead and her, the company would be his, unless she had a will. Then well... he’d have to cross that bridge when he got to it.

He also had Thomas he could use. He had him ready to remove any and all traces of Lazareth from their systems and home computers. He already transferred everything to Ian’s Quantum computer, so he had backups of everything. He didn’t much care about the dyno caps, so those would be lost forever if they were removed. Only thing he cared about was the military contracts. That’s where the money was. And he could make deals with the Saiyans and the Changelings that would make him a ton.

Only thing he could do now was wait. Wait for her arrival and hope she would accept his initial offer. His lawyer, Asakaya waited across from him. They sat on the balcony, enjoying the gorgeous day and the light breeze that kept them cool. They were enjoying a chilled wine that came from a village nearby. It was tasty, one of his favorites.

“Are you sure you want to go through with this?”, asked his lawyer.

Ian simply nodded.

“I can only do so much to protect you. You are playing a dangerous game here. They could incriminate you and then you’d be one of the most wanted man on Earth. Capsule Corporation is a company that is loved by the populace. The Brief family are idols in West City and most other cities around the world. Think about that when you are in talks. Should anything happen to you, ou will lose business.”

Ian grimaced. Asakaya had no clue what the universe offered. He was oblivious to what he could do or what he could accomplish. Capsule Corp was his and so was the rest of the world and the universe. He didn’t want to lead the universe, only to get the money. Was it greed? Yes, very much so. But he still felt like he had to prove himself, even after over five hundred years. Maybe it was his nature to always need to prove himself. But to who? Did he have to prove it to himself? Before it was the world. Before it was the world who just seemed to kick him when he was down. Things had seemed to have changed though. Now it was strength that people whorshiped. TV with guys who are chiseled, or warriors such as Broly.

“I don’t need your protection. I simply need you to guide me through the laws. Everything else I will do myself. The law enforcement can’t catch me. Besides, I don’t plan on remaining here for much longer. After this, I’m off to Frieza to broker another deal.” He took a sip of the wine and swished it around as he watched the red liquid flow around. He wouldn’t have to put up with Asakaya much longer either. He simply needed him to make things official. Beyond that, he was useless. Of course he wouldn’t kill him. He may need him in the future. But all in all, he didn’t care about the lawyer.

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Re: The Battle of North City

Post by Piccolo on 8/16/2012, 8:20 pm

"The sight of you monsters make me sick. How many of you are willing to die?"

The hideous gargoyle shrieked at Piccolo as he comment gained the attention of a small group of four creatures. One creature began to flap it's stubby small wings and began to move towards Piccolo. An blood curling screech was let out, some sort of battle cry to frighten lesser foes. Piccolo was unaffected by the screech and awaited for the creature to initiate close combat. In a blink of the eye Piccolo stretched out his arm and got a firm grip around his attacker throat. Piccolo flashed a sinister smirk across his face as he began to strangle the lone gargoyle to death.

The other three foul creatures watched their companion suffered a less than honorable death. In unison the beasts let out an blood curling battle cry. The trio swooped in on Piccolo with blazing speed, one tried to tear it's dangerous curved talons into the Namekian's sides, using it's clawed feet. Full aware of the attack, Piccolo countered by grabbing the creatures ankle and swung the beast far into the air. Finishing the monster off with a small Ki blast that easily roasted the gargoyle. The remaining two screeched at one another and began to retreat. Piccolo would none of that, the Namekian rush's into one of the two gargoyles. Piccolo proceeds to rip it's wings off and then severs it's spine with a Ki beam. Now turning his sight on the last remaining beast of the four. Piccolo simply grabs a hold of the creatures head, proceeding to smash it's face into the ground!

"Not even worth a warm up." Piccolo tell's himself.

Suddenly an over cast looms over the Namekian. Piccolo looks up into the sky a notices a dozen foul gargoyle's descending down towards him.

"This should be interesting." said Piccolo.

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Re: The Battle of North City

Post by Gohan on 8/17/2012, 9:21 am

Gohan peered his view at the distance, he had sensed foreign signatures of great powers that haled from the north, presumably North City. Few people would only visit the snowy portion of the province, but there were thousands; all similar and eclipsed. His vain struggle to reassure himself that the North was in it's regular, peaceful state failed; provided no choice but to investigate his concerns were true or not. His aura flared up in it's usual burning formation, as his figure fired into the dimmed horizon; almost like a beam that was launched towards the great darkness which had already enveloped the entire north.

His gi slapped his back countless times, his great speed tore through the way; fully intent on getting it's caster for his destination as soon as possible. Both eyes narrowed, the same scene changed positions from South City to North City, smoke steamed off numerous buildings, the greatest towers limply crashed apart just like a stick being broken in half. He paused at the distant sky, scanning the city before he had begun using his lower limbs to check the investigate in a detailed way. Although the powers levels were still sensed, the source wasn't discovered yet; and seemed too difficult to grasp the reason behind all of this mess.

His eyes caught a glimpse of an ebony structure that appeared between the clear sight of two towering buildings. His eyes widened with frustration, dropping his jaws with extreme curiosity; he had no clue of this kind of creature. Was it a new breed of vile eagles?Dragons? Eagles were completely smaller than the size of the creature he had seen, Dragons were also much larger, approximately the same size of the Legendary Shenron Dragon; at least from what he could understand from Kami's instructions. The same creature suddenly appeared from upon the highest building, it's long and shrilling screech sent disturbing waves into his ears. He endured as his muscles suddenly tensed, for humans it would be severely impossible to bear the pain that would conquer their brain.

He furrowed his brows as he dropped himself into a stance, preparing for a strike that was aimed for himself. It speed was adeptly fair compared to his mastered one, yet their talons were already piercing his skin before it had even touched it; he allowed his aura to explode once again. Using his true power for the first time, he responded to the attack with a negated one; jerking back his fist as he awaited for the appropriate moment to thrust it. As expected, he stretched his arms forward, knocking the life out of it's soul. A single blow wiped it from existence; he was going to kill today.

Suddenly, he heard the exact same screeches yet hundreds could be heard. He approached the highest standing buildings only for shrills to sent down his spine, an army of the same foul creature he had killed a few moments earlier were charging for a frequent target. Instead of being shocked, he was fully surprised to realize that his friend Piccolo was fighting off the winged brutes that were obviously scattered all over the city. Either causing terror or just murdering people as they please. Gohan was not letting his friend to get harmed, with out any bit of hesitation; he tossed himself of the building. Sky diving all the way towards the battlefield, yet even faster with the aid of his aura.

Before the first one had actually made contact with Piccolo's body, Gohan's boot slammed it out of the way; successfully protecting his green friend from great threats. In a swiping motion, he stood before Piccolo; grunting at the hundreds that soared at them. He allowed the first to nip with it's canines into his arm; barely sensing any pain he grappled it clock-wise, his legs rapidly struck his enemies that had always attempted to even scratch him. His first victim was currently still in his grip, he hurled it at the rest of it's 'pack'; firing a wave that would distract them before he had took a brief conversation with his friend. He turned around to face him, eyeing back at the gargoyles that awaited behind.

"You okay?"


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Re: The Battle of North City

Post by Gaza on 8/17/2012, 9:27 am

Some say that they are afraid of the dark, but they don't realize that they are really afraid of what the dark hides. When things go bump in the night, it's not the lack of light that causes it.

Resting under a tree on the border of a forest just a bit outside of north city, young Gaza lay sleeping under a maple tree. Little did he know, a swarm of dark colored Gargoyles eclipsed the sun entirely.

Gaza now found himself waking up in the dark, a strange happening seeing as Gaza trained late hours into the night. He liked to joke that he went to sleep with the bats, which was untrue because he knew very well that bats were still out and about when he laid down to sleep. He was a light sleeper, so normally when light slipped through the branches into his eyes, he arose. The way he slept, that normally happened a little past noon.

Sleeping in was not something Gaza enjoyed, time he could have spent training wasted, at least in his eyes. When he awoke with no light, he knew he had slept in, but why was the sun not shining? He was confused. Earth had a more than predictable solar cycle, it should be bright and sunny by this time. He looked into the sky, looking for a sign of the sun's absence. It looked like the sun had all but disappeared, being blocked by a swarm of creatures. Creatures that Gaza did not recognize.

It was clear what was happening, they weren't birds, they must be ready to assault a major city, "The size of that swarm, they could leave North City in complete ruins!" So Gaza's decision was clear, he'd have to try and stop them, he just hoped he wasn't alone in this fight. "Right, with any luck, more of Earth's warriors are on their way."

Gaza would hate to jump to conclusions, but he couldn't falter. He had to make decisions as though help was on the way. With that thought in mind, he flew into the air, elevating himself high above the ground but below the swarm. He saw his suspicions were correct, they were heading for North City. He had to make sure the people were safe. After making his way there, he saw cars abandoned in the road, and the streets were baron. "Good, everyone is safe, for now at least. If they start toppling buildings, then we'll have another problem." Gaza quickly pondered the possibilities. The beasts were already tearing into cars, looking for prey. Gaza caught glimpse of two pecking through a car, ripping apart luggage, apparently catching the human scent. With both of them about halfway into the car, he say a marvelous opportunity. He dropped down, towards the roof, with all his might! Upon impact, the roof collapsed on top of the two creatures, one dying instantly. The other kicked a bit, trying to pry itself out of the wreckage, but quickly stopped moving.

"Right, a good start." Gaza nodded.
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Re: The Battle of North City

Post by Ruurik on 8/18/2012, 10:55 am

Ruurik had been present when the first wave of the gargoyles had struck. The city had been in chaos, fire, smoke and death permeated everything. The civilians had been helpless before the strength of the dark beings that fell on them. These humans could do nothing to save themselves so it had fallen to others to save them. Earth would fall if something didn't change and any who survived would feel the pain of their lost world. Many were not even attempting to fight, turning their backs to their enemy and allowing themselves to die.

Ruurik despised such weakness, for it would only lead to generations of survivors who would feel naught but pain for their world. It was something that Ruurik knew well and something he planned to prevent. When the gargoyles had descended Ruurik had ushered as many people as he could into a low lying building, many had ran past him fearing the bizarre looking gigantic alien, others felt that their odds were better with the alien then in the chaos of the open streets. Ruurik had instructed them to barricade the doors and windows before he had taken up a position floating above the top of the building, fighting off any of the beasts that came towards the building.

In the beginning the fighting had been easy only one or two of the creatures coming at him, the others being too busy chasing those who still ran the streets, those people were dwindling though and now Ruurik found himself faced with a true challenge. Twenty of the winged beasts surrounded the building. They waited keeping their distance, they knew that the Xeno floating above the building would not be easy to defeat. Ruurik looked out at the beasts, they felt strange he could vaguely sense their power but it wasn't like most. They were not emitting a power signature, it was more like a void of power. A black-hole of energy he was not sensing them but more like he was sensing the last vestiges of power around them being sucked in. Zanza dropped into a combat stance readying himself for the onslaught that was to come.

"Come abominations and let us finish this", Ruurik called out loudly to the gargoyles. They responded by charging him en mass, they were on him in seconds. They fell on Ruurik ripping and tearing with their talons. With a bloodthirsty yell Ruurik's aura flared knocking the mass of flailing beasts back, stunning them momentarily. That was all the time Ruurik needed. With a deep breath through his mouth Ruurik inflated his lungs, infusing that air with his ki he let it out in a powerful stream. It hit a group of four closely grouped gargoyles, sending them flying backwards with incredible speed. They crashed into a nearby office building. Those who weren't killed by the impact died shortly after as the building collapsed on them.

Ruurik didn't have time to dwell on the dispatched though. Ruurik shot forward throwing a powerful kick at another of the gargoyles sending it crashing to the ground, it's stony body shattering due to the impact. Ruurik had time to take a single breath and catalog his wounds, they weren't to bad several scratches from gargoyles that had reached him before their brothers, some had traces of blood but nothing too serious. The golden-eyed menaces had recovered from his defense now though and Ruurik didn't have time to really check himself. They all charged but they didn't seem as organized as before, the first of the beasts to reach Ruurik found it's charge stopped by an open palmed strike to it's torso, a ball of ki leaving the hand moments after impact. The attack caused the gargoyle to fly backwards, knocking into one of it's brethren before the both of them fell to the ground. There was no break in combat though, another gargoyle tackled Ruurik in the waist a sharp part of it's wing gouging his hip. Ruurik wrapped his arm around the beasts neck and with a quick jerk snapped it, letting the body fall to the ground below.

Ruurik quickly pumped his hands back and forth, firing off several ki blasts into the charging line of gargoyles, three of them fell to the earth their bodies smoking. The beasts did not relent though, Ruurik rushed forward meeting their charge. Ruurik grabbed two of the gargoyles by the face and then with a surge of power shot forward before releasing them and coming to a sudden stop. The two kept moving crashing into another building with bone-shattering force, before Ruurik could turn to face the Gargoyles he'd charged past he felt a sharp pain and a shudder went through his body. One of the gargoyles had bitten down on the tip of one of his head tentacles and grabbed him around the midsection. Ruurik suddenly did a blindingly fast flip in the air which caused the gargoyle to go flying off towards the ground below, Ruurik let out a bloodthirsty yell as he charged forward and began to pummel the gargoyle breaking it into pieces before it crashed into the ground.

Ruurik had crashed into the ground with the gargoyle, so focused on destroying it that he hadn't been paying attention, the force with which Ruurik had knocked the gargoyle into the ground had shattered what was left of it's body. One of the jagged chunks had flown up and cut Ruurik's forehead, his blue green blood oozing from the wound. Things were starting to get rough for Ruurik all though less then a third of his foes remained he could feel fatigue starting to settle in and he was injured, not too severely but enough that he was beginning to worry. The last six gargoyles seemed to be hesitating, Ruurik didn't know if it was due to the fact that he had already destroyed two thirds of the group or if they were merely trying for a more strategic route. They sat there floating in the air staring at Ruurik and Ruurik stood on the ground staring right back at them. The gargoyles slowly began to fly down and landed on the ground in front of Ruurik, in a rather tight formation they just continued to stand though.

"COME AT ME! Ruurik yelled at the beasts ferociously as he charged at them full speed, his voice echoing through the desolate streets. The gargoyles tried to spread out but Ruurik was upon them too quickly, he did a shoulder tackle into the first one knocking him back into his compatriot. Ruurik stomped down on them before grabbing another of the gargoyles and swinging it full force into a second, shattering them both on impact. The final two jumped away from Ruurik but that wasn't enough, Ruurik reached out with his hands palms bared and fired a Ki Wave from each catching both in a bright light of energy before they crumbled to the ground in pieces. Ruurik breathed heavily he looked around and didn't see anymore of the beasts he smirked slightly.

Then he felt it though, the same feeling of a void hungry for energy. Ruurik flew up into the air above the city and that is when he saw it. A horde of the gargoyles beyond measure, their numbers seemed to blot out the sky itself and their darkness sucked the light from everything. This world would fall and there was nothing Ruurik could do to stop it, this was Orco all over again only this time he was the one fighting instead of the one running. Ruurik's mind flashed to all those who had died to stall the saiyans long enough for the shuttles to get off world, his mother and father had been among them. The only difference here was that they fought several extremely powerful saiyans were as Ruurik was fighting against an unending horde of little monsters. Ruurik's hand clenched into a fist, his nails cutting into his hand causing it to bleed slightly, he was going to die here for these pathetic humans. He would never get to see Orco returned to his people and his body would be dumped into an unmarked grave with this rabble. Ruurik growled and looked up at the horde, at least he would die doing something worthy.

"DIE ABOMINATIONS" Ruurik screamed at the top of his lungs. Two lances of energy leaped from his eyes shooting forth into the mass of gargoyle bodies, several of them fell from the sky but not enough to make any kind of difference. This might be the end of him but Ruurik was determined to take as many of these monsters with him as possible.

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Re: The Battle of North City

Post by Goku on 8/19/2012, 3:27 pm

“Stay back Uub,” Goku said. “You're not ready for this.”

The scrawny teen with the mohawk floated in front of his sensei, a look of determination set upon his face. “But, Master Goku. I can do this. I've trained hard all my life for an opportunity to save people, like you.”

Goku rested a consoling hand on Uub's shoulder. “I ask that you trust me on this one. If I need your help, I will call you. Just standby, please.”

Uub frowned in disappointment and descended into the suburbs below. He landed atop the roof of a supermarket, where he waited as asked. Goku was happy that his pupil at least listened to him. The kid has a heart of gold.

North City had turned into a veritable war zone. Goku could hear the sound of explosions in the distance. Pillars of smoke rose up from the skyscrapers. Their glass windows reflected the midday sun, making it look as if the entire city was ablaze. From his distance, he spotted little beasts that terrorized the city. They looked like a swarm of bees. It was very strange. Goku could seldom believe his eyes as he witnessed upon actual clouds of them passing between the spires.

There are thousands upon thousands. Just what is going on here?

The army that had gathered to defend Noth City was not Earth's military. From what Goku could sense, it was a loose coalition of martial artists. The King of Earth's Army used cumbersome tanks, guns, and planes to fight their battles. It would take a while for them to mobilize and respond. Goku honestly hoped the chose to stay out of the battle, because the monsters would make quick work of the lot of them.

Shimmering red spiritual energy veiled Goku's form and he blasted off—heading up high into the atmosphere. Closing his eyes as he flew, he reached out with his spiritual sense, finding the energies of those who were engaging the monsters. He felt Piccolo and his Gohan—which both surprised and frightened him. There were others as well, warriors he had never met before.

When he opened them again, he soared over the metropolis. Glancing around, he spotted a warrior with blue skin surrounded on all sides. The fighter took down several of them in quick succession, but Goku could see soon that they would devour him, if he didn't lend a hand.

Coming to a screeching halt, Goku's read aura dissipated all around him. Floating there, he cupped his hands in front of him and brought them back, behind his back. Blue light swelled out between his fingers in a dazzling array.

“Ka-me-ha-me-ha!”

Thrusting both of his hands forward, he unleashed a torrent of blue-white spiritual energy. It barreled towards the blue-skinned fellow, aimed just behind him. The obsidian gargoyles that threatened to jump him didn't see it coming. The wave engulfed them, burning away their stone-like bodies within an instant. When the energy faded, they were nothing more than particles of ash, drifting listlessly in the clear sky.

Flying down at full speed, Goku continued his assault by karate-chopping another one of the gargoyles in two pieces. It let out a final screech as its remnants tumbled towards the street below. Spinning around, the fighter lopped another's head clean off it's shoulders with the blade of his foot. The head itself flew like a cannonball, smashing out the window of an office building.

“That was a close one!” Goku said to the blue-skinned one. “I'm Son Goku. I think together we can make a stand against these creepy things.”

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Re: The Battle of North City

Post by Game Master on 8/19/2012, 4:08 pm

“Alpha-Six, this is Charlie Kilo, I have visual on the target,” the fighter pilot said. He flipped a switch on the console in front of him. “Requesting permission to fire.”

“Visual received and bogies confirmed as hostile. Charlie Kio, fire at will,” a voice crackled through in the earphone of his helmet.

There were at least thirty of the fighter jets in his group. Each each was broken into wings of four, which flew in diamond formation. The pilot could seldom believe the enemy he was facing. Flying black monsters, it seemed like something out of a movie. Banking hard, he descended towards the metropolis, which was glinting in the midday sun.

The monsters were already coming at him and his men. He let out a small burst from his jet's nose gun. The white hot rounds filled the air, clipping several of the monsters, scattering their remains to the wind. The swarm kept coming and he simply squeezed the trigger, giving it everything he got.

Bullets and the wispy trails of missiles and rockets filled the air, followed by large explosions. The monsters landed upon jets, using their claws to slice open canopies and pluck pilots out of them. The radio was filled with cries of terror as the good men of the Air Force died in troves. Their planes were left to careen off in random directions, exploding into the side of businesses and apartment buildings

Meanwhile, below tanks and APCs rumbled forward down the streets, followed by bands of soldiers clutching their assault rifles in anticipation. As the gargoyles swooped, they let loose streams of suppressive fire. Their low caliber rounds barely chipped the hard carapaces of the enemy.

They beasts shattered their ranks, slaughtering them, and crushing their advance within moments. The armored vehicles themselves were surrounded and engulfed by the hungry predators, who ripped off the hatches and climbed down inside. The only sound that was heard was the muffled cries of the crewmen being torn to shreds.

***

A single news helicopter skirted the edge of the city, filming the swarms of the beasts as they made their way, destroying everything in their path. The reporter on scene, watched in horror. There was not much she could say to the viewers, as they witnessed their military being routed within minutes of arriving on scene to save the day

“God help us all,” she said, her voice grim and saddened.

A stray gargoyle slammed into the rotor an instant later. The camera went shaky and fuzzed, cutting off before the viewers could witness their demise. Smoke streamed from helicopter as it spiraled down and made impact in the stands of an empty baseball stadium. The collision generated a ball of fire that rose up hundreds of feet into the air.

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Bulma Briefs sat in the passenger seat of her air-van, watching the news scene on the console in front of her. She had no idea what was going on, but couldn't help be mortified. This is worse than King Piccolo. How long before the monsters reach West City? she wondered. Goku, Krillin, Tien, Yamcha, please save us.

“We have arrived at Lancaster Estate,” the driver told her. The air-van careened down coming to a hovering pause above the landing pad of Ian Lancaster's home. The skids extended out from the bottom and it set down gently. The driver flicked a few switches above him and the roar of the engines plummeted down to a low whine.

One of Lancaster's servants opened the door for her. Bulma's high heels clicked as stepped down onto the warm concrete. The sun was bright, but she had a pair of sunglasses to shield her eyes. She straightened her blouse and checked her hair, the air-van's rear view mirror, to make sure it was straight.

Satisfied with he appearance, she motioned to the servant. “Let's not make Mr. Lancaster wait any longer, shall we?”

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Re: The Battle of North City

Post by Gaza on 8/19/2012, 5:01 pm

Fully ready to strike at the swarm itself, Gaza watched as the descended upon the unsuspecting city. He couldn't imagine the damage they would cause if they were not stopped. Just as he was going to take flight and combat them in the air, roars of jet engines filled the air. They swarmed in, a couple dozen of them. They fired their weapons at the mass of the swarm. "Damn humans, they will only complicate things. Let the real fighters take care of this!" Gaza shouted, fully aware that the pilots could not hear him, it only served to soothe some of his anger. It was going to be a bit more difficult to avoid destroying the planes, so Gaza would disregard the fact. "No fault of mine if they get between me and the beasts." He scoffed, fully ready to destroy whichever got in his way first.

Rising up into the air again, Gaza fired a single Ki ball into the swarm. It went in and exploded, but nothing fell from the cloud of Gargoyle's. "Well, they are stronger than the average human." Gaza sighed, "Doesn't say much, so I guess the direct approach is best." He flew up to a reasonable level, where his techniques could reach them at full effectiveness. Pilots fired missiles and machine gun round into the swarm, irritating Gaza. He wanted to swat them out of the air himself, but the Gargoyle's seem to be doing just that, so he left them to it. As for the obsidian beasts, Gaza would enjoy ripping them apart. He smirked at the idea of it, actually. He could smell them burning already, and he laughed at the fact.

Pulling back his arms, Gaza focused his energy to his palms. Pushing his right palm forth, he unleashed a fiery burst of energy. It more resembled flames than it did Ki. This was a technique Gaza was fond of, destruction was it's sole nature. He alternated his hand, lashing out with each thrust. He looked like a human flamethrower, or maybe the Human Torch from the children's comics. However, this was real. He was a weapon, in the flesh, and he was aware of it. Spewing flames at the flock, He instantly cooked half a dozen of the bastards, it looked like he was setting the mass of the flock on fire! Just lingering effects of the attack, sadly. He was so preoccupied, he didn't see the five coming from behind him.

Four of the vile beings latched onto him, one on each limb. The fifth of the group began clawing into his chest. It stung so badly, it was unbearable. He took in a deep breathe, then exhaled, releasing a swarm of bright red Ki blades that, although nearly invisible at their speed, reduced the five of them to dust. Gaza rubbed his wrists where the creatures had held him so tightly and laughed, "Heh, now it's all just dust in the wind."

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Re: The Battle of North City

Post by Piccolo on 8/19/2012, 6:24 pm

"You okay?" asked Gohan.

"I never been better." Piccolo told Gohan.

Bother heroes focused their attention back onto another horde of a dozen gargoyles approaching. "I' take half you take the other half." Piccolo said. The Namekian rushed head on into the horde, throwing a flurry at strikes at the gargoyles. Crushed skulls, shattered jaws, ripped stubby wings, Piccolo made sure to inflict damage and swiftly kill the foul gargoyle creatures. Piccolo stood tall among the now life less creatures. The Namekian watched Gohan and seemed pleased with his skill he shown with fighting the other half of the dozen. An energy signature caught the attention of the lone green Namekian Piccolo, it was none other than Goku!

"Their is no mistaking that signature, it's Goku." Piccolo tells himself.

"Gohan from here on out your on your own. I got unfinished bushiness to finish attend." Piccolo shouts at Gohan. The Namekian dashes towards the power signature of Goku. Along the way he quickly and violently dispatches any approaching gargoyles. An dazzling array of blue light flashed across the sky, an Kamehameha had just been fired off and some unfortunate creatures were now wiped off the earth.

"An Kamehameha! I'm certain it's Goku now." Piccolo continued to close on Goku's power signature. The moment of fate was now near, Piccolo made his presence known. "At last we meet again Goku."

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Re: The Battle of North City

Post by Ruurik on 8/19/2012, 10:16 pm

After his eye laser attack a swarm almost twice as large as the one he had just defeated broke off from the main group and engaged him. Ruurik had charged head long into the group and started fighting. From the outside it would appear almost like a dark roiling storm cloud with flashes of lightning, except the flashes were green. Occasionally black fragments could be seen falling from the chaotic black mess. From within the mass Ruurik wasn't even the slightest bit aware of the military's failed offense against the beasts.

Within the mass of gargoyles, Ruurik fought relentlessly and with no mercy. Ruurik was in a state his people referred to as the bloodsong. It wasn't truly anything, just an immersion in battle both body, mind and soul. Everything had fallen away from Ruurik besides that which was in front of him no thought, no color, no memory, no pain, no fear; there was only the rigor of combat. It had been ages since Ruurik had heard the bloodsong, it was an interesting feeling that many of his people sought out voraciously, probably what called so many of them to life-threatening careers. While in the bloodsong Ruurik didn't feel his body tiring, although it still was, when his blood settled his exertions would exact a heavy toll. In Ruurik's mind there was nothing but a simple counting going on, anyone who saw him could see that his eyes were blank and unseeing.

Ruurik threw an open palmed strike to the head of one of the gargoyles in front of him, it's head popped off flying off into the distance. twenty-one. Turning he threw a kick into the midsection of another, it's body cracking open and the light flickered from it's eyes as it fell. twenty-two. A quick chop to the neck of another nearby enemy caused a large chunk of the gargoyle to shatter as it fell to from the sky. Twenty-three. Reaching up Ruurik grabbed the head of a gargoyle that was biting down into his shoulder, flingin it forward into another gargoyle soaring past. twenty-four and five

One of the gargoyles came at him from the front slashing at Ruurik with it's razor sharp talons. Ruurik grabbed the arm of the gargoyle and pulled it forward headbutting it in the face, it's head shattering into many pieces against him. Twenty-six. Ruurik spun hitting a gargoyle, that had just slashed his back, with the gargoyle whose head he'd just shattered. Shattering both of their bodies Ruurik dropped the still intact arm in his hand. Twenty-seven. Two lances of green energy leapt from Ruurik's eyes and with a turn of hid head the beams tracked across three of the gargoyles cutting them to pieces. Twenty-eight, nine, thirty. Without even realizing a large beam of energy shot right behind him taking a large number of the gargoyles with it.

Ruurik was vaguely aware of a blindingly fast figure entering the fray dispatching a good number of the gargoyles in flurry of attacks but he didn't quite register it plunging right back into combat. Charging one of the gargoyles Ruurik threw an open palmed strike at it's chest shattering it. Thirty-one. Spinning he launched a high kick at the head of another sending it flying off into another gargoyle and shattering it's chest. Thirty-two and three. Lifting his hand without looking Ruurik fired off a blast of energy right into a rushing gargoyle, the beast was consumed by the green light before breaking into a shower of pebble sized black rocks. [i]Thirty-four.

Ruurik turned to face the next enemy but there wasn't one he was facing the one who came to his aid in a combat pose. Slowly the color began to return to Ruurik's world, his body began to ache and his breathing became rapidly labored. The bloodsong had warn off and he was paying the price. Exhaustion was beginning to set in and his injuries were beginning to take their toll. Ruurik wouldn't be able to fight off another swarm like that without some kind of healing first. Light fighting was probably within his ability but anything more and he'd likely find himself without even the energy to keep himself in the air. Ruurik placed his hands on his knees taking deep breaths of air to try and regulate his breathing.

"My count. . . . . . is thirty-four. . . . . what. . . . . . about you?" Was all Ruurik could manage between gasping breaths. It was really a waste of breath Ruurik had no way to know if this man was even keeping track Ruurik's greenish-blue blood covered him, seeping from the cut on his forehead, a gouge in his hip, the slashes on his back and the bite marks om his shoulder, even dripping from a missing chunk of one of the tentacles on his head. It was pretty obvious that Ruurik was in bad shape, with one more deep breath Ruurik rose to his full eight foot high and managed to hold his composure.

"My name is Ruurik, Son Goku. I don't know how much more help I will be in this state but I will be at your back till I fall. That I swear on mine people", Ruurik said proudly thumping a clenched fist across his chest. Ruurik had already committed to this fight and the only way he was leaving it was dead or being dragged out unconscious. Ruurik would do his best to live as long as possible but he had already decided this was a hopeless battle, probably before the day was out all those who had gathered here for defense would be dead. Ruurik hoped their deaths would by the time these earthlings would need to evacuate. The rest of the galaxy would need the warning in case this plague somehow found it's way off world, hopefully they'd be able to marshal enough of a defense to finish destroying this golden-eyed menace and whatever it was that was leading them. Hearing another voice behind him Ruurik turned to see a green man and his eyes widened.

"Namekian! Quick I need your healing skills", Ruurik called out. He had met a good deal of Namekians in his journeys and they were some of the greatest healers that he had ever seen. In honesty Ruurik's assumption that this Namekian knew healing magic was a bit of racial profiling. Kind of how like everyone assumed that every Orcosian was a warrior, although that was mostly true.

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Re: The Battle of North City

Post by Creno Valour on 8/19/2012, 10:38 pm

(Joining this one, YEAH!)

Creno's head really hurt. In the moment the fighting started, The Soldier Third Class alongside his fellow troops in The Earth Military. For some strange reason, when it came to fighting a superior foe, the army was always decimated and this had caused some great concern for the security of Earth. Creno moved the metal plate from above his person and tossed it aside. Before him lay the bodies of his comrades, and up above were gun ships still waging a losing battle. Creno's head fucking hurt. But most importantly, he was furious.

The black creatures that had descended upon The Humans were similar to a monster that Creno had seen on Vegeta. The wilderness of Vegeta contained many monsters, and were perfectly viable places to train. But that was another life, another moment. Currently, his companions were dead or dying and he had a responsibility to the survivors. Communications with the forward command center were cut off. So Creno shut off his headset and removed it, there would be no orders from HQ to back him up. So, he went to the nearest of the dying Soldiers, a fellow named Richard.

"H-help me." The Soldier was saying.

Strangely enough, Creno felt no pity for his comrade. They knew what they had signed up for. A moment later, Creno was walking away from the now-dead Soldier. Creno had snapped the man's neck in a mercy kill. He was too far gone to be saved anyway. As he walked forward his vision quickly returned to normal and he could hear the screams of the wounded, the sounds of fighting and the explosions near and far. It was a fucking massacre. Creno shook his head as he moved forward through the rubble, the city a complete mess. He was probably one of the few "lucky" survivors of this nightmare.

As Creno made his way through the devastation, he caught sight of something up ahead. A small group of the winged creatures had broken off from the main attack force and were heading towards somewhere. Creno did not know their general direction right away. It was merely a coincidence that this party was coinciding directly with the exact position of Goku, Ruurik, and the rest of the gang of lofty defenders.

Creno saw the group making their way forward, but then something else caught his eye. To the East, merely a few yards away, was a small group of civi's that were in an utter state of confusion. Creno cursed when he saw them. A moment or two later, and he could have avoided them all together. He was not in the mood to play The Hero. A part of him, The Warrior Within, wanted nothing more than to pursue the obsidian beasties. However, Creno was now and Earth-man raised by Earth ideology. He could no longer ignore the plight of the innocent.

Activating a Powered Flight, Creno flew towards the civi's at best speed. There was a small group of about ten people just squatting and hoping that danger didn't come their way. When Creno's aura flared out, it was already too later. The creatures that were previously heading in the other direction stopped. They turned towards Creno and saw The Saiyan's target. When that happened, several of the obsidian creatures split off from that group and flew towards Creno and the civilians.

"Shit!" Creno cursed. And flew faster. It was a woman who noticed the threat now heading towards them.

"Oh God! They are coming!" The woman cried out to her companions who did not even bother fleeing. They already knew what the creatures were capable of doing.

But what they didn't know was what Creno was capable of doing.

He drew his two swords in a dual-wielding stance and made the rest of the way towards The Gargoyles.

"Hey, where the fuck do you think you're going?!" Creno asked the creatures hoping that they could respond back in English. He was in a mood to pick a fight, not to rescue "the innocent".

The leader of the obsidians looked at Creno. "What The Hell are you!?" It asked.

"I'm here to end this, is what I am." Creno suddenly readied an Assault Stance with his swords at the ready, and attacked. It had caught them off guard.

In a few seconds he was able to decapitate two of them. The others reacted quickly and were attempting to swarm The Saiyan. His priority had become saving the civi's. As he moved he slashed, and he cut down several more in another few moments. They were surprisingly weak, an army meant to cut down Humans and not actual warriors. He was already angry that this lot had killed so many of his brothers in arms. A few moments passed, and Creno had slayed the rest of the group that was nearby and soon, he was upon the survivors.

"My name is Creno." Creno said. "Soldier Third Class." He added.

"It's Soldier!" A man responded. "Thank God, are you here to save us?"

"I am. I got to get you guys to somewhere safe. Is there anybody really hurting amongst you?" Creno asked.

"No, it's just us." The woman he saw before said. "The rest were picked off quickly since the invasion started."

"Damn..." Creno said and clenched his fists tightly. He walked over towards the woman and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I promise I will help avenge all the deaths of today." Creno said. "In the meantime, I gotta get you guys someplace safe."

"We Evaccing?" The woman said. She was apparently a First Responder.

"We are. Get everybody ready, I'll cover you guys." Creno said.

A few moments later, they were on the move and heading towards the general direction of Goku and the rest of the warriors. Creno could Sense by that point and aside from the signatures of the massive amounts of Invaders, Creno detected Goku and the other warriors nearby. It would take a bit of work, but Creno thought his new companions and himself could make it as long as Creno fought hard. His face was grim as he lead the survivors and he kept his eyes forward, constantly looking about for more civi's.

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Re: The Battle of North City

Post by Novashen on 8/20/2012, 2:17 am

The day had been starting off nice and calm, Novashen had awakened feeling refreshed and ready for the challenges of the coming day. His body required little sleep, and healed much faster then a human would, so he had been training long into the night, practicing the moves his Master Shen had been teaching him. In particular he had been working on his mastery of the dodon ray, learning to fire the thing and narrow beam of energy from his finger tips. So it was no surprise to him that it was a bit later into the morning then he had thought he would have woken up too.

“That is fine though, I made excellent progress the day prior with the Dodon Ray, I should find a new place to do some practicing though,” Novashen thought as he remembered the state he left his previous training grounds in. Though it was inevitable that there would be much destruction when practicing energy techniques, Novashen just wanted to make sure he didn't completely total the area.

“Perhaps I will find a mountain top of some sort to practice on, at least there will be less living things there to destroy,” was Novashen's final thought as he his feet lifted from the ground, his innate ability to fly taking him soaring into the skies.

He had been expecting the sun to be full, and the skies clear and blue free of clouds, such was how relaxed he felt everything should have been perfect. Yet when he rose high into the sky he realized the dark ugly clouds were looming all over, and an evil presence unlike any he had felt since having been forced from his home realm filled the air.

“Who or what could that be?” he wondered aloud, his built in sensors, a 'gift' from the mad doctor Gero were busy analyzing the area trying to detect any unusual sources of energy.

He floated high in the air for a very long moment, trying to gather as much data as possible. After that moment passed, he realized his sensors had not detected anything out of the ordinary, except that there were a large number of fighters gathered in one area their energy signatures spiking every so often.

'Which can only mean that there is a battle taking place over there,” Novashen thought, looking off into the direction of the gathered energy signatures. His mechanical enhancements allowed him to focus in on the gathered energy signatures, allowing him to clearly see the situation even though he was miles away.

The scene that unfolded before him was a horrible and grisly one indeed. Thousands upon thousands of obsidian colored gargoyles were attacking the city over there, and the gathered fighters were doing their best to defend the citizens there, though in truth the causalities were going to be great no matter what, there were simply too many gargoyles and too few defenders.

“What are gargoyles doing in this realm anyway? I did not realize there existed humans here who had such mastery to be able to create so many of the creatures at once,” Novashen thought, it was a scary realization to know there were people with such sorcery here on Earth.

“They will need my help,” the Prince though, and without any further hesitation he took off through the sky, the dark clouds that filled the sky giving way as his spiritual energy parted them.

Within minutes he had managed to cover the many miles between him and his destination, swooping into the city like the gallant knight coming to the rescue of a distressed maiden. As he neared he targeted the closest gargoyle that was currently threatening a civilian, knowing that he would be most useful rescuing civilians first. He alighted on the ground immediately drawing his sword, and a mere moment before the gargoyle was to rip the humans head from his shoulders, Novashen charged in skillfully using his blade to cleave the threatening hand from it's arm, one more slash from his blade brought the gargoyle to the ground the magic that powered it's body escaping.

“Find cover, it would be best for your well being to stay off the streets,” Novashen told the man he had just saved, quickly scanning the area around him for any more gargoyles.

He stood over the fallen man, waiting for him to get up and firing off a dodon ray at a gargoyle that got to close to the pair, his beam of energy smashing into the creatures body sending it scattering across the cities street.

“There are no better circumstances to perfecting a technique then in battle I suppose,” Novashen thought, admiring the precision aim of his technique.

Once he could sense that the man had entered a building, hopefully one that would be a safe haven and not a death trap, the Prince took off running through the streets leaping from gargoyle to gargoyle doing his best to thin out their ranks before their numbers could completely overwhelm the city.

A loud squawk caught his attention, causing him to whirl around just a few hundred more squawks joined the first one, at that moment the Prince's skin paled instantly and visibly at what he saw. Hundreds of the stone gargoyles were flying right in his direction, whether they had been attracted to him because of his actions, or his own unique magic nature he could not be sure.

For a moment he froze, fear temporarily clouding his judgment and slowing his actions. Never in his life had he encountered such a sight, hundreds of gargoyles bearing down on him, talons stretched out in the promised threat of tearing him limb to limb. Then something twitched in his mind and the fear drained from his body, a small crackle of black energy appeared around his body for just a moment.

“Ha ha this a threat? This is nothing,” he then flicked his hands pointing his fingers in the general direction of the oncoming gargoyles while at the same time channeling of portion of his spiritual energy to each finger.

At first nothing appeared to happen, but mere moments before the swarm of flying gargoyles were to reach Novashen, they all fell to pieces clean cuts throughout each one's body though there was no clear indication of where those cuts had come from.

“Ha ha heh heh whoever made these had no clue what they were doing,” the mad Prince giggled before turning on his foot and walking down the streets cleaving random gargoyles to pieces as he made his way to the group of fighters who were busy defending the city.

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Re: The Battle of North City

Post by Izon on 8/20/2012, 2:42 pm

Ian saw the shuttle land. It was time. At the same time this was going on, there was an attack happening in North City by a bunch of Gargoyals. The news has been running the images over and over of creatures raining down from the sky and killing people. Ian normally didn’t care too much about North City, except it was a potential market that he’d lose out on. But that’s one city in thousands among the Galaxy.

Once he saw Bulma enter in the down stairs, he called of Iric. He stood near the TV, watching it as Iric came in. A moment later, Bulma, being led by one of Cira’s men came in. Ian turned to Iric. “Get to North City and do what you can to help the fighters out. Check in in an hour with an update on the situation.”

Iric nodded. “Yessir.” He looked at Bulma then with a slight bow to show respect to Lord Izon’s opponent, stepped out onto the balcony and took off.

Ian lightly grabbed Bulma’s hand and bent over bowing and kissing the back of it. “My dear friend Bulma. It is lovely to see you.” He stood up straight. They were currently in his office. He turned the TV off with his remote and waved his hand for her to head out to the balcony where a table, a chilled bottle of wine, and some snacks waited. “Please.”

He led her out and pulled the chair out for her before sitting down himself. Pouring a couple glasses of wine he took a sip and set the glass down. “I do apologize for the sudden nature of my invitation. Wasn’t quite expecting the fiasco to happen in North City, but my personal body guard Iric will help out with what he can. Quite the fighter he is.” He leaned back, lacing his fingers together and resting them in his lap. “And I am very sorry to hear about your father. He’s quite the inventive man, and a genius. I have had Cira and his partner doing everything possible to find him. So far there’s been no luck. I know I haven’t said anything until now, but with all that’s going on, I haven’t had much time to contact people.”

He looked out over the land that laid before him and West City. Letting out a sigh. “Unfortunately people of our stature don’t have the luxury of mourning over loved ones. We are trapped by what we need to do to make others lives easier. The world is a cruel place, the Galaxy much worse.” He looked at Bulma again. “And this is why I have set up a meeting with you. I have a business proposition. One that will benefit the both of us, as well as the Galaxy. Right now you primarily cover just the Earth. Warriors such as Iric travel from planet to planet in their battles and sometimes will bring some stuff with them for trade or what not. I feel I can improve Capsule Corp. Not only keep them well ahead of the competition on Earth, including Dr. Gero, but have them become the forefront company of the Galaxy. The Lazareth Project is setup to protect Earth. What if we can protect others, such as the beautiful, peaceful planet of Namek, or Kanassa.”

He wasn’t sure how much Bulma knew of the universe. Most humans appeared to be ignorant of other civilizations even though ships come and go fairly frequently. He also didn’t want Bulma to feel he was wasting her time with small talk and empty promises, so he was revealing a bit more than he normally would.
“I already have presence on Kanassa. So opening trade there would be easy and not very expensive.” He stopped his chatter for a moment to let Bulma catch up to what he was saying and to hear her response to gauge how he should proceed further.

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Iric could see North City in the distance. There were flashes of light. People were already fighting. Jets flew high above him, heading in, joining in the fight. The sky was speckled dark with the creatures. He wasn’t sure how much he was supposed to help with or how much collateral he was to avoid. All he knew was he was supposed to come here to help, obviously to help get Bulma on his side. Izon was a sly devil and knew how to get good hearted people on his side. Made him think Izon may have mind altering powers or something. He descended and flew low to the ground as he made his approach. He wanted to make sure he could arrive and gauge his enemy before he actually battled. He also needed to know his allies.

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Re: The Battle of North City

Post by Goku on 8/22/2012, 1:31 am

"My count—is thirty-four—what—about you?” the blue-skinned warrior said between ragged gasps of air.

Goku split another of the monsters in half with a diagonal karate chop. From behind, a sharp claw bit into his shoulder, staining his gi red with blood. Grimacing in pain, Goku twisted around, using his elbow bash the rock hard skull of his assailant. Twitching, the beast clattered to the ground below, ithe bright gold in its eyes fading away.

“I think ten so far,” Goku said, ducking away from one that swooped at his face. “Not quite sure, there are so many.”

"My name is Ruurik, Son Goku. I don't know how much more help I will be in this state but I will be at your back till I fall. That I swear on mine people.”

Ruurik was certainly a killing machine, Goku noted that. The Xeno struck with no hesitation. The sky was raining black shards as he cut them down, one by one.

“Don't worry Ruurik, if we work as a team, we can do this,” Goku said and floated down towards the street.

The truth was, the two were making little progress. Goku wondered if telling Uub to stay back had been a bad idea. At least the teen could have lent a hand. This could go on for days. There has to be a different way.

"At last, we meet again Goku,” a gruff voice said behind him.

He landed atop of a two-story building, rushing over to a group of gargoyles that were pawing at a hatch. Inside the building were people, hiding, no doubt. With a well placed round house, he was able to take out half of their numbers. A moment began to converge on him, from every angle. Goku's fists and legs moved so fast they looked to be a blur in the eyes of a normal man. Bits of obsidian sprayed in all directions with each impact.

Droplets of sweat had begun to gather on his brow. He was tiring early in the battle, and that was not good. It didn't take much effort, nor strength to kill a single gargoyle, but there were so many that the effort was starting to add up—fast.

“Piccolo,” Goku replied. A stray beast came howling from the sky, its claws ready tear up green-skinned warrior. However, before it could touch him, Goku blew it to shreds with a single yellow ball of ki shot from his palm. “I never thought I'd say this. But, you're a sight for sore eyes.”

"Namekian! Quick I need your healing skills,” Ruurik called out. It was mildly amusing that he thought Piccolo was a healer. Glancing back up into the sky, Goku could see just how battered Ruurik was thought. It wouldn't be long before he perished.

“Just hold on,” Goku said and tried to fly back up towards Ruurik to lend support.

He was intercepted by three of the monsters. They slammed into him from his flank, dragging him back down. Their claws ripped through his gi easily, raking his tender flesh. They chomped down with their large jaws, and slashed at his stomach and thighs with their feet talons.

Tattered shreds of orange fabric drifted behind him as he plummeted.

Goku broke through the glass window of a shopping mall. He slammed into the floor, flinging ceramic tiles and chunks of glass in all directions. His forward momentum carried him and he slid for a long ways, plowing through tables and chairs that once made up the food court. Finally grinding to a halt, Goku snatched the first gargoyle with his right hand and ripped its head off is shoulders with his left. The remains of its body went slack, and he was able to get up. Taking hold of the other, which had its fangs into the side of his hip, he sprung forward, kneeing it in half like a brittle stick.

The mall's electronic doors slid open and Goku stepped out, glancing around at the wreckage. The city itself was turning into a blazing inferno. Upturned vehicle and disfigured corpses littered the streets. Across the parking lot, he spotted a single solider leading a group of battered people. The truth was, Goku had been so preoccupied that he didn't even notice the military's arrival and subsequent defeat.

Watching for a long moment, Goku noticed something different about the man. Even though he bore the uniform of an infantryman, his spiritual energy was far beyond that of a normal soldier.

It makes sense now. These creatures are drawn to life force. The stronger your spiritual energy, the more come for you, Goku thought as he gazed upon the defenders.

Goku's eyebrows narrowed in determination. Ruurik would soon fall, that was clear. Piccolo and his son were threatened as well. They were fighters, and they knew the risk they took, but that didn't mean they deserved to die.

What pushed Goku over the edge were the innocents. They would not survive much longer, even with a powerful soldier and a group of martial artists protecting them. Something had to give; a reprieve was needed. It was up to him to create it.

Flying across the short gap, Goku landed next to the soldier. He was close enough that the others could hear him too.

“I'm going to buy you guys as much time as I can. Gather as many people as you find and get them out of this place, now!”

The power contained inside of Goku terrified him. It had kept it at bay inside himself for a long time. It relied on an uncontrollable rage that teetered on the edge of insanity. The power wasn't hard to access, but he feared that relying on it would destroy him in the long run. Because it seemed to wait for him to call upon it, and when it surfaced he felt the need odd need annihilate everything in his path.

This situation was the pefect exception, however. It called for pulling out all the stops.

Balling both of his fists, Goku let out a warrior's battle cry. Golden light shimmered around his form before turning to a blazing flame that rose up towards the cloud ridden skies. Both of his ebony eyes turned white and his hair hardened, standing up on end.

The concrete beneath his feet cracked and split in all directions before caving into the sewer below. Floating just above the crater, Goku roared again as his muscles swelled with the wicked power. A thick vein appeared on his forehead. Bending at the knees, he rocketed into the sky, leaving behind a golden trail of light in his wake

“Follow me, if you dare,” he called out, challenging the gargoyles.

His spiritual energy soared to levels beyond any of the fighters gathered to defend North City. Which, made him a veritable beacon. The gargoyles followed after him as he flew up and up. Glancing back over his shoulder, he saw there were thousands.

He was disappointed. Somehow, he had expected more to lend chase. “Dammit!” he shouted. “What do you need to see, more power? Is that it?”

Once he was a good mile or so above the city, he came to a screeching halt. The clouds dispersed around him, as if they feared the energy surging through him. He sucked in a deep breath drawing out even more spiritual energy. Letting loose a blood curdling scream, his fiery aura blazed white-hot like a miniature sun. Jagged bolts of yellow electricity spread out around him clawing through the atmosphere.

Folding the power back in on itself, Goku let it swell to the point that his entire body was pulsating and shaking. The gargoyles were upon him when he finally unleashed it, sprawling out his arms and legs wide.

The spiritual energy spread away from him in all directions, as if a nuclear bomb had gone off. It formed a brilliant gold sphere tore through the ranks of the gargoyles, turning them to ash before they could even think to flee. Countless thousands of the creatures died in the lone pulse.

The light receded a moment later. Goku began to fall. His body had gone limp. The golden rage faded from him, leaving an strangely blissful expression upon his face. He watched as ashes drift listlessly around him, his ebony irises returning a second later. Below, the city moved into sight at a breathtaking pace. Such a fall would not bode well.

Sure, he had taken out a good hunk of their numbers, but they were not completely defeated.

“Ten thousand, I think,” Goku said, even though Ruurik was most likely too far away to hear him.

This is going to hurt, he thought, knowing the ground would arrive soon.

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Re: The Battle of North City

Post by Novashen on 8/22/2012, 2:53 am

He was in the middle of making his way towards the group of martial artists that were busy defending North City from the onslaught of gargoyles, when his sensors began to pick up an enormous build of energy. The alert drew his eyes into the sky, as his sensors locked on to the increasing power source, his sensors tracking a constant increase in the output of the signature.

“Now who in this immediate area could be letting off such a power source?” the Prince wondered, his sensors had registered the energy signatures of all of the martial artists as he arrived, none had been close to the power he was picking up now.

His enhanced vision zoomed in on the glowing streak that flew high into the sky, a large portion of gargoyles having seemingly decided to follow the glowing figure into the sky, like moths drawn to an open flame. It was then that he realized that the gargoyles must be drawn to extremely powerful sources of life energy.

“Which explains why they seem mostly uninterested in me,” Novashen realized, his special enhancements making it so that his energy signature could not be detected by normal means.

A half moment after he came to that conclusion his enhanced vision focused in on the glowing figure, seeing through all of the distortion to get a clear image. It was the one called Goku. Though Novashen had never met the man himself, Dr. Gero had implanted in him knowledge of the warrior boy that had destroyed the Red Ribbon army, even going so far as to calculate what his estimated strength level would be.

“And he's pushing the maximum that my records show he is capable of,” Novashen thought, unsurprised that this was the case, as this was not the first time Dr. Gero's data had been incorrect.

A flash filled the sky, filling his vision full of bright light as Goku released the pent up energy that he had been building in his body, and for a few moments he couldn't see. The one thing he did know for certain though was a good number of gargoyles had been consumed in that blast.

“Smart,” Novashen thought, admiring Goku's skill in figuring out what the gargoyles had been after and quickly dealing with the threat.

Once his vision cleared, he immediately noticed that Goku appeared to be beginning a free fall through the air, having expended a great deal of his energy, quite possibly incapacitating him.

“He needs! UGH!” Novashen cried out as pain erupted throughout his mind, a black aura of energy cackling like lighting around his body.

A strange and menacing presence filled his mind at that moment, one that Novashen knew must have been with him for a very long time, at least ever since he had begun his training with Master Shen. It had been twisting his perceptions and suppressing his morals, now finally when it needed to the most it fully invaded his mind, sending a mind altering energy flowing through his body. Slowly Novashen felt the friendly urges he had to save the citizens drain from his body, though his urge to help Goku remained the same.

“I won't do it!” the Prince yelled, his voice echoing throughout the halls of his own mind, the goodly portion of his morals still having a voice, though that voice was muted and at the present time could not reach the ears of his consciousness. The good and pure portion of the Prince that drove him to help others was being suppressed by a dark black energy, that reeked of pure chaos.

“I will help him,” Novashen said quietly, his voice having grown much more serious then it had been before, the tones of kindness that existed before having faded to nothingness.

A surge of energy infused his muscles as he commanded his spiritual power to further strengthen his body. Then bursting from the ground into the air, he appeared to disappear from normal vision moving as fast as he could to cover the ground between him and the falling Goku. The black aura that had appeared around his body vanishing as he did. Reappearing directly underneath the falling Goku, the Prince merely held his arms out catching the fallen warrior gently like a babe in his arms.

To those below it would merely look like the Prince had appeared out of nowhere to catch the falling warrior, to ensure his safety. Yet in reality as Goku's body made contact with his own what remained of the hero's energy began to seep out of his body into Novashen, though it did not feel like the energy was infusing itself into his body.

Not waiting for anyone to question his actions, he continued the final part of his illusion of rescuing Goku by flying off into the distance trying to put as much ground between him and North City as possible, though to those below it would seem like he was carrying Goku off from the scene of a battle making sure the helpless warrior would not be dispatched by swarming gargoyles.

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Re: The Battle of North City

Post by Gohan on 8/22/2012, 11:36 am

OCC : Really sorry for getting out of the replying schedule and turning inactive. I never had a chance to reply because I had a trip where there wasn't any internet there.


"I never been better" His thick voice connected along the gasps he could take before the gargoyles would charge.

Gohan smirked as he tensed his muscles, wary of any sharp talons that would pierce through his skin. "I take half, you talk the other half" The younger warrior didn't bother to monitor all the way back at his ally, creating a mistake as he would be assaulted as soon he would meet the current direction. The teen burst his life between the handful of the black winged creatures, squeezing through with a fair agility as he eventually hovered behind the enemy. Some were aware of his trick, while others were being dealt with by his green friend.

"HEY YOU!" He allowed his voice to roar, rising both index and middle fingers into midair; a succulent ki generated upon the area his fingers could hold; swinging them twice before dozens of ki formed daggers ran through the army. Demolishing a great number, chuckling as he watched their stoned bodies shatter like a glass would make contact with the ground. As the hundred was wiped off by the two heroes, Gohan noticed his friend sending a few yet-startling words that would make his heart almost stop pumping.

The teen dropped his jaws with a shocking look as he watched his friend vanish from sight, Gohan sensed alot more power signatures behind him; turning around to face his enemy. Unfortunately too late to even rise both brows, he was forcefully hurled into a great towering buildings, feeling his skin run through the harsh glass, the thick rock and finally into the colorful and countless kinds of fruit as he ended up into the core of a marketplace. Unable to inhale, it seemed as if the life was knocked out of his lungs for a moment.

His sight began blurring for a few moments, only three figures could be seen, he could tell it was Piccolo, a stranger and his father- which had suddenly switched his emotions.. He weakly rose to his feet, allowing his spiritual energy to burn the hell out of him; a look of determination changed his feelings toward these bastards, he was going to make them feel how would their humanoid victims would encounter these coming minutes. A fearless young teenager would hunt his prey. His father was suddenly attacked by three of the same enemy, before he could know it; his father had vanished from vision. Gohan slowly trembled as he traveled along the path, only to note that his parent was no longer in any nearby area.

His grinding teeth crashed apart, his arm shook as it swelled with a rush of blood. His rage was blasted apart by the greatest power level he could sense in the battlefield, either it was one of the gargoyles or his father. He quickly raced towards the signature, visualizing the presence of this great power level was non-existent. His eyes suddenly espied a falling figure that rained just like a galactic ship would when it land on any planet, it was the same person he was searching for, moments ago. Tears began to water his eyes as they widened with an urge of awe, being immediately tore away as he soared at the point where his father's limp body would crash with Earth's wrecked environments. He would allow his body to crash with his father's if he had to, he was only intent on decreasing the pain that his father would take before meeting with the surface.

Suddenly, a long haired figure paused the process; influencing his father's body. It was confusing to find himself approaching the ground with great speed, pain arched his back. His eyes had almost balled out from the impact. He shut his eyes, as his body created a long crater that lined one of the several streets. The crash produced a great cloud of dust that steamed off the impact point; Gohan's limbs were almost broken. Every four shared the same damage, which weakened his effort in this battle earlier than expected. However, feeling unlucky as he watched several gargoyles charge at him, he was completely clueless about his father's current location. He pushed off the numerous shattered rocks of concrete and glass of his torso, barely able to stand onto his own feet; he rose his arms before him in an unstable way.

Increasing the pain as his arms moved along the proper stance, he brought his hands behind his waists, uttering a few words as azure ki began to generate between his palm's indirect grip; enlivening the arena with it's beautiful yet savage color. The gargoyles were approaching with high speed, screeching through their long bladed ivories.

"Kaa...meee...haaaa..meeee..."

Before the last and most longest word had been affirmed, the ki orb suddenly expanded to twice of it's regular size. Increasing the mass of color that had almost changed the entire city to bright blue. His chest rocked with a long distant scream that would shake the heavens themselves, his anxiety to thrust his hands was done; successfully his wave surged into the gargoyles. Burning them the moment it had touched them, his sight slowly began to blur; the great flashlight he had formed affected his eyes. It was technically worse than he thought, his eyes were already strained; if he had encountered one of these bright waves again. He would certainly encounter a base level of blindness, for a temporary amount of time.

The remaining burnt shreds were dissolved away with the current of the wind, Gohan weakly chuckled for a few moments; his legs failed in persisting his torso any longer. His body motioned as it threatened to do any teeming movements, it slammed into the floor; producing a simple thud as he allowed a mere grunt escape his lips. He was going to need some rest before he could be of any use to this city, unless anybody feeds the vulnerable teen the senzu bean he possessed months ago.

Was it truly his end?

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Re: The Battle of North City

Post by Game Master on 8/22/2012, 1:19 pm

Master sat upon his spiny throne, both of his golden eyes shut. Despite having a corporeal form, his consciousness was beyond his body, floating listlessly among the clouds. There he watched his army's invasion upon the helpless citizens of North City. Being a creature beyond mortal emotional constraints, he cared little for the meager resistance that tried hopelessly to repel them.

So far they had eliminated a good number of gargoyles, but it was a cost of great effort. They would perish before long. And even if they didn't, Master could create an even stronger army to fight them. What did surprise him, was the amount of warriors with spirit-wielding powers coming to the rescue of pathetic humans.

He infiltrated the minds of the defenders, each and every one of them. He planting as single thought there, as well as a foreboding feeling of desolation. You fight for naught. Bow before your Master, he commanded.

His attention was soon diverted as he felt a powerful and familiar presence enter his psychic bubble. It caused ripples of distortion and made it easy to follow the being. Not that it mattered, as it was headed straight for his obsidian tower.

Ivander, with blazing white spiritual energy enveloping his body, landed before Master's throne. The force of his impact crumpled the obsidian platform, leaving a great pockmark on the face of it. The vibrations shook the entire tower, causing brittle pieces to break off and rain down into the fiery chasms below.

“Oroki!” Ivander shouted and pointed in the direction of North City. “What is this madness?”

Master spoke using Oroki's voice. Although they were now one being, he felt it would be more amusing this way.

“Welcome brother. Oh, that's my army. It destroying human-kind as it should. I have finally achieved the state of power that you haphazardly forsook. You see, I am the Death God, through and through.”

Ivander's hazel eyes narrowed Master, and his lips snarled in disgust. “You are but a charlatan. You do not possess true power. I have witnessed true power and saw how pathetic Master truly is.”

Master rose from his throne. Both of his eyes opened, revealing molten gold irises. “Have you?”

With a roar, Ivander charged Master, throwing a heavy punch for his face. The punch met nothing but stiff resistance, colliding with an invisible shield projected a few inches from Master's face. Sparks crackled all around them. Arm quivering, Ivander grunted and threw a second punch with his free hand. This one dented the shield, causing strange crimson spiderwebs to appear in mid air.

“Hmph,” Master said, his voice emerging Oroki's. “All your strength brother, all your anger; they will do you no good now.”

Master swiped his hand. Black tentacles flew from his finger tips, wrapping around Ivander's face. The warrior let out a scream of agony as he pawed to free himself of them. Master withdrew them and Oroki stumbled backward, clutching his face. Great patches of flesh peeled away in graying flakes. Master knew Ivander would smell the wretched stench of decay.

“I am your jury, I am your judge, and I am your verdict,” Master said as moved closer to Ivander. “Your sentence is—oblivion.”

With a single twirl of his index finger, Master summoned forth a jet black field of spiritual energy shaped like a coffin. It surrounded Ivander on all sides. Trapped inside, he beat upon the walls of it, causing white ripples to spread along its length.

“Squirm all you like, you are but an insect within my grip.”

“Let me out! I will fucking break you,” Ivander shouted.

“Hah,” Master said. “No, it is you who shall be broken.”

Manipulating the gravity inside, Master began to slowly raise it. Ivander's breathing grew labored as he fought against the strain.

“Oroki! Don't—do—this,” Ivander said between desperate gasps of air. “We were—meant—for true—power.”

Within seconds, the gravity reached beyond the level any mortal being could handle. Ivander let out a blood curdling scream.

Master chuckled. This time as he spoke, he used his own cold and baritone voice. “Your brother is gone. He gave himself to be a vessel for my power.”

“No!” Ivander shouted through gritted teeth. The sound turned to a ragged wheeze as the gravity crumpled his body and collapsed his lungs.

The sound of popping bones filled the icy air. Snowflakes drifted down, landing atop the black coffin, where they turned to steam from the heat. A minute or so later, the black field of energy subsided and Ivander's corpse fell to the ground with a sloshing splatter. No longer did he look like a man, but a macabre ball of bloodied flesh and bone.

Master booted the sickening remnants off the top of the spire. The corpse-ball sailed into the snow laden sky, vanishing beyond sight.

Returning to his throne, Master sat down and folded his his hands in front of him.

“Who is next?”

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Bulma sipped the wine that Lancaster had poured for her. She was having a hard time focusing on the meeting. The man was proposing that he help Capsule Corp become a galaxy wide entity. He wanted Project Lazerus to be used to help defend other planets that needed it. She did not doubt his influence, nor his ability to so. Something just didn't seem right about it, in her gut.

It was at that moment she wished for nothing more than to have her father at her side. Sure, he had placed her in charge as the Chief Executive Officier, so that he could focus on the research and envelopment aspects of his company, but he had a way of always reminding her of what Capsule Corp stood for. Lancaster's proposal wasn't quite beyond the realm of something she was willing to do, she just didn't know if it was the right decision to make. She wanted her Father to at least hear of it, to have some sort of input before she signed on any dotted lines.

“I already have presence on Kanassa,” Lancaster continued. “So opening trade there would be easy and not very expensive.”

“This does seem like an ambitious and profitable goal,” Bulma said.

She set her wine glass down and glanced around the room. Lancaster's estate was among the most lavish she had seen in some years. With modern times, it seemed most high class people were going more streamlined. Lancaster had many rare and valuable antiques that it was far from contemporary.

“Even though I think it would be good to have further dialogue on it, I don't feel I can make a decision at this time. I wish to speak to my father first. Should he still be alive, I would hope he has some input. He did build Capsule Corp from the ground up, starting in his garage. If he isn't alive, then I will make the decision myself. It's just too early to force anything. I am hoping law enforcement can lend some insight to his whereabouts soon enough.”

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Re: The Battle of North City

Post by John Dark on 8/22/2012, 1:49 pm

Dread wrote:John arrived in North City after having been ordered by his master to “check things out”. The sight that greeted him thoroughly horrified him. It was made all the worse by the several significant presences he sensed throughout the city. A battle was going on and it involved fighters varying in power, some stronger than John and others weaker than him. The defenders appeared to have already lost, unfortunately. North City was all but ruined by the time he had arrived.

Wherever he looked, he saw buildings, bodies, and all manner of vehicles (civilian and military alike) fallen and broken. Blood and oil mixed thickly and pooled into the streets until met by flames that threatened to erase some of the evidence of the surrounding ruination of civilization. Eyes gazed at him without expression; few belonged to the exceptionally old, some belonged to adults, and far too many, to John’s nausea, belonged to children.

He only needed to look to the sky to identify the culprits behind the senseless bloodshed. What he had originally perceived as a dark swirling cloud, looming ominously over the city, from a distance actually turned out to be an impossibly vast cluster of monsters. These things looked as though to have taken flight from the imagination of a sculptor whose job was to construct hideous and bestial water features atop cathedrals to warn heathens of what awaited them in Hell.

John observed that hundreds of the gargoyles had already died. He saw burned body parts of the monsters here and there that suggested an involvement of explosives or a variety of ki attacks. He noticed other gargoyle corpses more intact than their desecrated companions; these specimens had been assaulted by waves of bullets as numerous as their bleeding entry wounds appeared. For every downed beast he counted, however, John reckoned there had to have been hundreds more ready to strike.

A sudden bang reached his ears and it was followed by a second and then a third. He turned toward the sound and laid his eyes on an ambulance that had been flipped over onto its side. He heard another bang that confirmed someone inside was trying to escape its confines. He raced over and noticed that the door had been twisted and punctured by claws. It was no wonder why the occupant could not free themselves. He looked through the window then backed off in time before a pair of feet slam into it, cracking the glass a little. John returned to the door to help free the passenger when a sudden cacophony of shrieks reached his ears.

He looked up in time to see that half a dozen of the winged abominations went flying straight toward him. He nearly powered up to combat them when the noxious odor of gasoline invaded his nose. He quickly glanced toward the source of the smell and saw that the ambulance was profusely leaking fuel. The stream of gasoline raced toward a fire only a few paces away from the vehicle. He looked back toward the gargoyles, but some distance still separated them from him. He grimaced, knowing he would have to figure out a way to save the trapped passenger while also fighting off the monsters.

An idea occurred to him and he turned toward the ambulance, he grabbed the door handle and wrenched the door completely off its hinges with an accompanying shriek of metal tearing. He cast it aside; it gave a resounding clang as though protesting John’s treatment of it. He then reached inside for the young and red-beehive-haired woman who had prepared to kick the door again. She screamed as soon as she saw him hovering above her and kicked at him anyway. John seized one of her ankles and avoided the other foot easily. “Sorry about this,” John said; he had no time to explain his intentions.

He yanked her out of the vehicle and deftly swung her over one of his shoulders. She coughed once then tried turning to examine the individual who had either captured or rescued her. “Stay still,” John said and bucked his shoulder to make sure she listened.

He then flew just above the ambulance and dug his fingers into its roof, further twisting and damaging its exterior. The woman observed this action with astonishment as John groaned and lifted the entire vehicle off the ground. “How?” She began, but he ignored her; at least she had the presence of mind not to move as John kept her balanced, albeit precariously.

John brought the ambulance above his head as it continued to rain gas down onto the ground. He watched the trail carefully, willing it to move faster toward the crackling flames. When gasoline finally met fire, John hurled the ambulance at his fast-approaching pursuers. They had extended their claws and were almost upon him. At the same instant that he had hurled the emergency services vehicle their way, John blasted away from the scene.

The woman looked back; it was the only view her present position granted her. She watched the fire greedily lap up the gasoline and surge toward the ambulance, hungry for more. The gargoyles tried tearing apart the object headed their way just as they had shredded military aircrafts. The instant they sunk their talons into the ambulance’s exterior, however, it exploded magnificently; assuredly killing the creatures. The resulting ball of angry fire and terrible smoke billowed upward while a resulting shockwave of extreme heat hurried outwards in all directions, consuming all breathable air within its path.

The wave chased after John and momentarily enveloped him and his passenger, making both of them cough and struggle for air. He willfully persisted in seeing the woman to safety and put on an extra burst of speed. The heat mercifully receded as though sucked back into the mass of fire that continued scorching the sky and plaguing it with its choking smoke. John finally set own and gently brought the woman down onto her feet. “How did you do that?” She asked, absolutely shocked.

“Leave,” Was John’s only response.

“What? What do you mean? I can’t just walk away from all this!” She said as she gestured at the city. “You think this is just something I wear for laughs?” She asked while pointing to her paramedic’s uniform. “I have a job to do, now more than ever!”

“You know what these things can do; you won’t survive,” John told her.

“People are dying and they need my help,” She argued.

“People are dead and are beyond your help.” John coldly pointed out.

“Aren’t you supposed to be a superhero? What kind of an attitude is that? There are still people who could use my help.” She said.

“I am no hero,” John informed her; he paused and hesitantly said, “Your arm is broken.” Her right arm had dangled helplessly throughout their flight together.

“I’m ambidextrous,” She boasted. “I don’t need both arms to help people.”

John seized her injured arm; she scowled at him with an obvious expression of pain, but her pride was obvious enough. She refused to cry so as not to show him any sign of weakness; John knew the feeling. He hated appearing fragile in front of “Coach”, the man he hated above all others. “What are you doing?” She asked. “Let go of me.” She demanded.

John ignored her again; she could not hope to pull away from him and she did not try. She simply watched and waited out of curiosity. He focused positive energy onto her arm and felt bone and tissue reconnecting and cells replenishing themselves where they had been lost. The woman giggled despite herself. “What? That tickles,” She said, but John made no comment.

“Your arm is fixed.” John said after a time. “You can help twice as many people now,” He gave her a nod of respect for her bravery then turned away from her.

“Where are you going?” She asked.

“I think I might try doing the hero thing after all,” John said; he attempted to grin just before he took off, but the macabre scene around him kept him from feeling any humor or amusement. “This is horrible,” He remarked aloud as he flew deeper into the city.

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Re: The Battle of North City

Post by Creno Valour on 8/22/2012, 5:36 pm

Once Goku's act of heroism was faded into the flickering madness of the battle, Creno knew what had to be done.

"Follow me!" Creno yelled to the frightened people behind him. He knew that he was their only hope, the others were too busy fighting those damned things to care about a few people they never even knew. Creno made his way forward towards a standing building where he detected several people gathered in one place. Over there! Creno thought to himself and nodded. The people there were likely placed there by the other fighters. Creno had no idea about The Namekian Warrior that had just showed up, and he had no idea that Ruurik was there as well. His sole concern was getting the people to safety so that he could protect them with a greater degree of skill. Creno cut down two more of the gargoyles that were likely left over from the big guy's heroic move. Damn! Why did he do that shit!? I can't let his efforts go to waste! Creno thought to himself as he fought towards the building.

Once they secured the building, the frightened civilians ran in. "Hurry! Inside!" Creno yelled.

"Thank you." The woman from before said and they all ran into the building.

"Lock it down!" Creno ordered, knowing that the building likely had mechanized gates for security. It seemed like a former federal building of some sort.

Then, Creno turned his quick eyes towards the gathered warriors. The big guy had been rescued by a fellow he had never seen before, Novashen. That's when he used Ki Sense on the surrounding area, carefully analyzing the gathered Warriors. Please don't be too late! Creno thought to himself as he did the massive Ki Sense. It was then that he noticed the familiar presence of Ruurik from his earlier encounter in Hercule City. Shit! Not, now! Creno thought to himself as he recalled the rude Xeno from that key event. Why the hell is it here!? Creno thought to himself, that seemed as likely a target as any. But again, Creno knew that he was not strong enough to take Ruurik out on his own. He would need a diversion.

Then, Creno saw a swarm of the creatures heading his way.

As a Saiyan, he would fight until he could no longer fight. Creno knew that the big guy from before had done significant damage, but they simply had overwhelming numbers. It was an army bred for one purpose: Genocide. Creno readied his swords and growled loudly. "I'll make you pay for what you have done here!" He swore. Then, he felt his aura flare about his person, lightning streaking about this way and that. Creno was not afraid of his power, he embraced it.

He flew towards the obsidian creatures and began to cut them down one after another. Their claws tore at him, but Creno was a Saiyan, he was used to pain. He would fight until they cut him down too. He was fighting in an armed Assault Stance, carefully making his way through the swarm. There were hundreds left now, but Creno had to keep going to protect that which mattered the most. He had a reason to fight: the innocent people who were in the building behind him cowering in fear.

Creno's strokes were all killing strokes. It dawned on him that the army could have a central leadership command like any other army. They seemed far too organized for just weapons of war. And they were learning and adapting to his strategies. Making them more and more difficult to kill. Creno kept on fighting either way, swinging his beautiful swords about streaks of ki surrounding his blade slashes. Creno had a distinct combat style that was unique a Saiyan's. Once he had killed a certain amount of the enemy, Creno tightened up his combat stance and continued the coordinated slashing movements.

I will avenge you! Creno thought about the fallen army warriors who made their way to death's gate. Creno did not have any idea how right he was in the assumption that there was a mass-leadership at work there. He just would never know who that enemy was. Creno made short work of another of the gargoyles and suddenly they stopped swarming. Creno took a well earned moment to catch his breath, studying the creatures sudden behavior change. He sighed. They were listening to something, probably in a similar way to Creno's short-wave radio comm with HQ. However, there was no communication between he and HQ at that time so he wouldn't know that help was on the way.

Creno caught his breath and did not notice the fact that there was a gargoyle sneaking up on him. As Creno caught his breath, the creature was preparing to end him. Then, an interloper prevented Creno's death. A powerful blast of ki, erupted in the form of a ki beam from the top of a nearby building. The ki beam outright disintegrated the gargoyle that had attacked.

"Creno!" Yelled a familiar voice, a woman. A very powerful woman by the name of Axis Cruz. Soldier First Class Axis Cruz. She moved her trench coat to reveal her weapon, an elegant two handed sword. "Glad I came to you just in time!" Cruz said.

"Instructor Cruz!" Creno was relieved to see a familiar face. "There are civi's in that building over there!"

"We know. We've been monitoring your movements." Instructor Cruz said, pointing to Creno's forearm computer. "Evac is ready. I will guide them them hell out of here."

"I'll get you some cover!" Creno yelled back. He saw Instructor Cruz move over towards the building and prepare to evac the civi's.

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Re: The Battle of North City

Post by Turles on 8/22/2012, 6:20 pm

Flames rose from the city on the horizon, as massive amounts of energy did battle within the confines of it's walls. He'd been able to sense them all day, though he hadn't paid it much heed until a gigantic explosion had rocked the better part of what was probably an industrial district. For a moment, his mouth hung agape, eyes fixed firmly upon a massive shock wave of golden light. Something about it felt vaguely familiar, as though he should have known exactly who it was. Was it possible that it was Kakarot?

Exhaling sharply, he watched the horizon for several more tension filled seconds. It couldn't have been Kakarot; could it? Wasn't he supposed to be the Low Class Warrior? His brother Raditz was hardly someone a person could consider powerful, and his father certainly had not been the most influential of warriors. Eyes narrowing as he tightened his glove, Vegeta prepared for take off. He would have to get to the bottom of this travesty. That signature had been more powerful than even his Father's.

If he was going to take it on; if he was going to greet it in the field of battle? That was going to provide him with some entertainment. Vegeta hadn't even acquired half of his father's strength, nor had he acquired half of his mother's. Both of his parents were powerful enough to ravage planets by themselves in a matter of hours, whereas it took him days. He was woefully unprepared to go into battle against a strength that surpassed that, but he didn't care.

This was his job; it was what he'd been sent to this backwater planet to do. He was supposed to retrieve Kakarot and lay waste to the remains of the world. As it so happened, there was a lot of work for him to do, a lot of pruning and cutting away at the trees of life. It wasn't altogether unpleasant, to be in such a line of work. No, he gleaned some form of personal satisfaction from it. It was as if he'd been born to work in such a world, where war decided his fate and the fate of his companions.

His feet left the ground, accompanied by a flourish of neon-violet light as he went streaking across the sky. He was this close to accomplishing his mission; he would not be stopped now, not by fate or by chance. The only thing he had to worry about was getting there before Kakarot succumbed to whatever was forcing his ki to diminish so rapidly, or even worse: running into it himself. He had no death wish, nor did he care much for getting pummeled in the field of battle.

He was more of the type to do the punishing, to administer the pain to others. He was generous in that respect, despite what his opponents may have said about or to him. Vegeta had always been generous with his administration of pain and punishment, excluding those slight mishaps where his avarice for sadism overcame him. Was it really his fault that he was unable to find quality playthings? He'd almost broken that boy in the South the other day, and he had been preparing to strike down the bald one.

He was lighting up the darkened skies with flashing purple, as he dashed forward, his mind trained closely on Kakarot's lowered ki signature. That felt more normal, but still shockingly powerful. He wasn't supposed to have surpassed the Prince's strength! He wasn't supposed to be capable of any such output! Snarling as he flew over the city limits, the warrior swerved to the left of what appeared to be some weak form of demon. He cared little for it; it or it's allies were not what he sought.

The energy surrounding him vanished as he neared his goal, his relenting in his flight to glide onto a distant and shattered roof top. He landed boot first, tumbling forward and rolling over a soot covered floor, his senses picking up on the presence of several other creatures in his immediate vicinity. As he stood, one of them struck at him from the rear. Frustrated with their insistence, the Prince forced his body to the side. Growling with all the ferocity deserving of his position as Warrior Prince, Vegeta quickly forced it from the rooftop with a swift kick.

As soon as the first was dispatched, a second lunged at him from the front. This time, his fist connected solidly with a shadowy jaw, rubbing off blackened soot onto his freshly replaced gloves. He had only recently managed to acquire himself a second pair after his battle with the child, Gaza. For a moment, he stood stock still, before eventually turning himself to the location of the warrior he had been seeking for what must have been an eternity.

Finally, he turned, facing downward toward the gigantic crater that had been created by Kakarot's original shock wave, which seemed to house a long haired man, quarry in his arms.

”Kakarot!”


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Re: The Battle of North City

Post by Ruurik on 8/22/2012, 7:52 pm

Goku's response of ten had Ruurik smirking, Goku was obviously the most powerful fighter on the field. Ruurik could sense it, but still Ruurik was ahead of him in kills. It was a point of pride, a rather pointless one since both of their counts combined were hardly any dent in this force. Orcosian's didn't think there was shame in death, so long as one died doing something worthy. There was no battle worthier then the defense of the innocent, although Orcosian's saw nothing wrong with being the ones trying to kill those innocents either. Orcosian's always respected those who died fighting for those who couldn't fight and held much respect for those who died fighting to fend of Orcosian invasions.

The Orcosians had actually had a database on their home world that was a catalogue of almost every defender that had died by their hand. Most thought it was a bit macabre, that it was an attempt to kick those who they had already killed. In truth it was their way of honoring their enemies. Those who stood and fought when others would have fled deserved to be remembered, even if in the end they died. The database wasn't complete as some planets didn't keep very good track of their inhabitants and sometimes bodies were left unrecognizable. However the database had an entry for every person who stood and fought in the face of the Orcosian's, even if it was just a general description of the fighter. It was said that it would take several months of continuous reading to get through the entire database; it would take years if one went through and actually read through all the reports of death.

It was an Orcosian tradition to have every young Orcosian at least a day reading through the database, though they often started at various points. This way that when they entered the afterlife they would know at least a few of those who deserved respect. As adults some made attempts to read all the way through the database, few ever managed to succeed but those who did had their names added to it in a sub-section labeled "Knowledge of Sacrifice". It was likely that this database had been lost during the Saiyan invasion the archive had likely been lost. It was a true shame that such a record was now lost to the abyss.

Ruurik's brief reprieve from fighting had him feeling much better already, his wounds still stung and his muscles were sore but his bones no longer ached and he found himself able to move without difficulty again. Ruurik wondered if the warriors assembled here would have their names added into a similar database. Ruurik still held little hope for survival for any of those assembled here, there were just far too many of the enemy. They could crush the warriors by simply burying them under all the bodies. Ruurik knew what had to be done, he remembered his own reading of the database, he had spent several days on it instead of one, and Ruurik would prove himself worthy of being included in the database. Ruurik didn't respond to Goku's assurance of them being able to do it, it was the kind of false reassurance you gave to those so they didn't flee in the face of imminent death, Ruurik needed no such reassurance.

When Goku was tackled through the air by the gargoyles Ruurik tried to help him only to find himself faced by six more of the beasts. Ruurik flew rapidly backwards putting distance between him and the gargoyles. The beasts lined up flying in an alternating, zigzagging pattern, Ruurik smirked as two lances of energy shot from his eyes. The beams hit two of the gargoyles right off the bat and three more flew into the beams before they had a chance to maneuver the sixth however managed to loop around the beam and put on a burst of speed towards Ruurik. Its arm shot out stabbing Ruurik in the shoulder as it lunged forward trying to bite into his neck. Ruurik caught its head and with a grunt crushed it into dust. The headless gargoyle falling o the earth as Ruurik brushed the black dust off of himself as he caught his breath again.

The threats dispatched Ruurik looked around for Goku, only to feel an impossibly high power level. Ruurik saw the streak of golden light shoot into the air, the horde of gargoyles chasing after it, he could vaguely make out a pair of orange pants inside the golden streak and he smirked. This Goku was far more powerful than Ruurik had originally thought, however the odds of him defeating that entire hoard was slim. That's when he saw it a ridiculously bright light shining in the sky, as if a new sun was being born right before his eyes. When the light cleared the horde was gone, naught but dust in the wind. Ruurik was shocked, such an attack on such a scale was almost unfathomable, and Ruurik suddenly burst out laughing heartily.

"That little snake just out stripped my count by over a hundred-fold", Ruurik said as he surveyed the battlefield. What had been thousands was now just several hundred of the beasts. What had been an impossible battle was now something that could be done; it would be difficult especially if the remaining fighters were in any shape similar to his. That's when Ruurik noticed the majority of the beasts converge on a new location some distance from his current location, sensing another ridiculously high power forming. Suddenly was a brilliant flash of blue light that came from the ground and soared into the heavens all the gargoyles caught in its path disappearing into nothingness.

As the light cleared Ruurik did a quick count, the enemy numbers were now down to just over a few hundred. Ruurik started laughing again, so he was down to third place now. This battle now became manageable, even in his state Ruurik felt this battle was well within their hands. Now it would be safe enough to get the civilians out of here. They could get evacuated without having to be worried about getting jumped by a horde too large for a few good warriors to handle. Ruurik could sense a power level fading quick, it felt like it was coming from where the beam had come from earlier.

"Namekian, there is a fading power signature near where that blue beam went off. Try to see if there is anyone you can save there", Ruurik ordered in as polite a tone as he could muster given the urgency of the matter. Ruurik didn't really have any right giving orders here, however he could sense that he was the most powerful person present so hopefully that should be enough to command the Namekian's respect. It was Orcosian tradition that whoever was the most powerful warrior in a combat situation assumed control. Hopefully it would work similarly here.

Ruurik looked down to see another group of humans joining the group he'd managed to keep safe inside the building. It looked like they were getting ready to evacuate. Ruurik flew down towards them and saw the Saiyan he'd seen on his first day here. Something in Ruurik wanted to strike out at the Saiyan, show the filthy ape his place in the galaxy. Now was not the time though, there was too much to do and not enough people to do it. Ruurik saw another large group of gargoyles closing in on their position, probably one of the last few groups there were.

"Saiyan get these earthlings to safety, try to avoid as many of the gargoyles as possible. I'll hold off this group", Ruurik called out loud enough for everyone in the vicinity to hear. This group was likely to be the end of Ruurik and he know it, even if he did manage to defeat them he'd probably expend to much energy to keep himself alive, or at the very least conscious. Then he would be a sitting duck and it wouldn't take much for just a passing gargoyle to take him out. Ruurik's mind was made up though; he was going to protect these earthlings till his dying breath.

With a bloodthirsty roar Ruurik's aura flared dramatically his power increasing drastically as he charged forward at the group. As he entered the grouping he heard it again, the bloodsong was ringing loudly in his ears. This time however it obscured everything, there was nothing not even counting. There was just movement no thought, just reacting to that which was around him as it was around him. Ruurik wasn’t even able to recall what he had done. To a normal human his movements would be impossible to track. The only thing they would know of him was the bright flashes of ki, the aftermath of his strikes and the drops of his blue-green blood that seemed to appear from nowhere. In moments there was nothing left of the group of gargoyles, only Ruurik breathing heavily as he slowly reached the ground.

”One-hundred”, Ruurik gasped as he finally landed on the ground. With the brief moment of his feet hitting the ground it was over, Ruurik fell to the ground unmoving. All of his energy had been expended and he had nothing left in him. Those who were capable of such would be able to sense his power barely flickering as he clung to life. Ruurik wondered if they kept a death record in the afterlife.


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Re: The Battle of North City

Post by John Dark on 8/22/2012, 9:36 pm

Dread wrote:“I am an idiot, that’s all there is to it. I’ve gone and lost my mind,” John spoke only to himself as he flew toward the epicenter of the battle.

Crimson rain suddenly showered him; it felt warm and smelled strongly of copper. John gazed about him and noticed several dismembered gargoyle body parts falling all around him. Some tremendous force had scattered much of the enemy horde to the four winds, John realized. He shook his head to try and remove some of the monster blood from his form, but it had already begun to stick. He almost opened his mouth to complain, but he kept it shut out of fear of swallowing any of the various fluids that continued pouring. He safely kept his complaints in his head. The only way this could get any worse is if Coach was here. Knowing him, he probably had something to do with this mess.

John arrived at long last at the place that had once emanated several significant power sources. Some of them had already begun to fade and, from the amount of monster corpses and remains piling up, John could only assume that these powerful beings had come in the hopeless endeavor of saving the city. He hesitated to proceed any further, however. He feared these people because he had only ever encountered others with powers like his who wished to use them for harmful purposes. What if this was some kind of trap? Would it not just be like “Coach” to send John into a situation that almost certainly assured his demise?

A sudden memory flashed in John’s mind and as quickly as it appeared, it served its purpose. He remembered the kindest words anyone alive had ever spoken to him. He recalled the words of the woman who had promised him love, affection, admiration, a home, and a family. “…If people do blame you like you say then I’ll stand up and I’ll say ‘Shame! Shame on you! This is a good man who does what he can and you should all wish to be like him! I know I do!’ I’ll tell them ‘If there were more like him then more people could be saved from terrible people!’”

“It’s not fair,” John sobbed as he wiped tears from his face. “Why do I have to be the ‘good man’? What if what I can do isn’t enough?” His excuses held no sway over his decision, however. She believed in him and even though he had refused to stay with her, he would, at the very least, prove himself worthy of her compassionate words.

John cast aside all his fears and proceeded forward and, not much further, he encountered a strange sight. An alien, assuredly giant by human standards, had fallen. John readily accepted him as an otherworldly being for he had encountered extraterrestrials before. Even though the alien’s energy had dangerously waned, John recognized its signature. It belonged to one of the presences he had sensed earlier. Who was this strange being? Who was he to come to Earth and help the humans wage their battles? He is a friend. John thought, but that word, friend, seemed as alien to him as the strange being lying at his feet.

“I will help you,” John spoke with definite finality.

He held his hands above the fallen alien and focused his ki onto the individual. Just as before, John sought out his injuries and directed positive energy toward wherever its services were required. Even though the alien’s body proved vastly biologically different from the human paramedic, John still recognized the healing process. It was slow going as a result of the extensive damage that the alien had endured, making John wonder just what kind of a person this was to set aside his life for the well being of another world. Despite his curiosity, he focused on what needed done and never once paused to marvel at the noticeable differences between the alien and the human race.

When he had done all he could for the stranger, John stood up and regarded him for a time. “Do not make me regret this decision.” He spoke calmly, but with an audible severity to his tone that made his words almost seem like a threat.

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Re: The Battle of North City

Post by Gaza on 8/22/2012, 11:23 pm

It was a pretty satisfying feeling, killing these creatures. Gaza found it to be especially pleasing to kill things he could do so in mass numbers. He observed for a second, noting that several other of earths fighters were joining in on the action. He saw a green man, Piccolo. Gaza had never seen a Namekian before, his first instinct was to attack the man and test his strength, but he withheld. A wiser man once said 'Never waste a possible asset.'.

While he kept that in mind, Gaza observed as the squidman he had once fought assisted in the battle, Ruurik was his name. The man was easily recognizable, being eight feet tall. He was hard to miss, especially because of the pronounced tentacles extending from his head. While Gaza wanted a rematch, there were bigger fish to fry at the current period in time.

A few more Gargoyles caught notice that he had simply been observing, the seemed to want to put an end to that, or perhaps to just put an end to him. "...two, three, four? That's it?" Gaza sighed. He summoned a bit of his strength, summoning up four ghostly versions of himself, each of them flying at a different gargoyle, exploding as they impacted them. Gaza had grown bored, he'd likely be unable to keep himself from flying directly into the flock, seeking a real challenge.

Then free to observe his fellow combatants, Gaza noticed more familiar faces. The first other Saiyan he had seen on Earth, Prince Vegeta. The man had opened his eyes to a whole new world of possibilities, so Gaza was not angered by his presence, but more welcome by it. He knew that Vegeta was able to do more than hold his own in a fight, as he had proven to Gaza, who got a first hand account of it. Much more confident than he was scared by these gargoyles, Gaza knew that these things wouldn't present much of a challenge if they could not focus their fire. Gaza had been able to pick off several of them that had just split off from the flock in a matter of seconds. Also aware of Vegeta's hunt for Goku, he was likely just passing the time until he would show up to help with this mess, being the hero he is. It was the perfect coincidence that Vegeta would come here at such a time.

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