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It was too late for anyone to have regrets in his book by that time in the week. Too many kids had seen things that they shouldn't, too many noncombatants were harmed, and too many lives were lost for anyone to have any qualms about their standing on the battlefield. He hadn't emerged unscathed from the fierce battles either-- the bandages and bruises on his arms and body, hard won from helping his friends, were proof of that...and his own stubbornness. Save the healing magic. Someone who needs it more will come by.

The adrenaline rush and his own irritation was enough to keep him rolling. War he could handle, but seeing its effects on the uninvolved always burned him. That was why he wanted to bring the battle to a swift end, regardless of his thoughts on the organization that ran the place.

Spotting a familiar face was merely a stroke of luck. Damn good luck.

"'Sup, Vegeta."

He shoots a glance over at the voice, eyebrow raising at who in the cosmos would be addressing him like that on the battlefield. And so casually at that, he doesn't know too many people who say 'sup'. Well, if it isn't the Klausian.

"You look like you've seen better days. Perhaps you should have invested in some armor." He reaches to pat his own battle armor that he's now donning instead of the usual tanktop and sleeveless leather jacket.

But he knows Cliff isn't here for idle talk. He looks back out in the direction of the fight, eyes narrowing. "Tell me, how many of these idiots have you killed so far."

Cliff had to laugh at the suggestion. "As if. Armor ain't my style. It gets in the way." He needed his agility to properly work the field, and he didn't want anything hindering his movement.

Maybe he would consider armor at a different time. For now, he wanted to fight in the way he was used to.

He smirked and cracked his knuckles as he mullled over his reply to Vegeta's question.

"Ya know? I can't even remember. Does it really matter?"

Edited 2013-03-31 21:22 (UTC)

It's Vegeta's turn to laugh. Cliff's answer rang well with the Saiyan Prince. He'd lost track of his own kill count long ago himself, and it was only growing in number the more he fought. But it was far from over, no, and he's more than ready to add to the list of beings and machines he's destroyed.

"Why don't we make the unknowingly large amount of deaths reach an all time high today then, Cliff. What do you say? I'm getting awfully annoyed by all these walking toasters getting in my way and I think it's about time they take a permanent vacation to the junkyard."

"How's about we clean the slate and start over? It'd be more fun." Cliff's eyes gleamed with a mischievous light as he came upon an idea.

"I betcha 10 Fol that I'll win."

He knew that he was talking big, especially now. Better tactics were needed now, especially like this. Tearing through the masses would only cause more pain later.

Besides. He had a plan.

"A little wager, huh? That sounds entertaining!" His eyes pan across the war zone, a glint in his own eyes. Competition, he loved it, lived for it. Even now his blood is pumping harder in anticipation of destroying everything in his path. And even better that he gets to brag about it later, puffing up his pride like he always has. Some things truly never change.

"I'll take that bet. But don't think I'm going to go easy on you just because you're already wounded." He laughs, that evil devilish laugh he reserves now for when he has plans to kill everything around him, with no mercy. "And I'm not going to hold back."

And with that, he's going to let it all out, in preparation for the start of their killing spree- and the wind around them kicks up as he yells, the yellow energy consuming him, hair suddenly streaking a bright yellowish gold that illuminated his entire body, eyes glowing a dangerous emerald. The ground gives way, caving in on itself with Vegeta as the epicenter, lightning dancing in between that yellow fire.

"Ready when you are."

The transformation was entirely unexpected for the Klausian, and it was proof of the sheer divide in power levels. Cliff was tough for a Klausian, but there was nothing super human about his people-- or anyone from his universe. Outside the realms of Symbology, they were all regular folks.

But he grinned in the face of the raw power that emanated off of Vegeta's person.

"Who said I'd want any of your pity?"

There was no time to waste. He might need to get that 10 Fol somehow, but he lead the charge strong and hard with the diving crash of his Aerial Assault. The shockwaves of his landing rocked the ground beneath him as he pulled up and delivered kick and parry at the enemy even as his wounds slowed his movements.

He could rest when the battle was over.

He watches Cliff take off, the wind and debris hurtling in all directions as he lands with that attack, an energy kicking up in a circle around him as he tore through droid after droid. He stands there and watches intently, with a smirk across his face. It was interesting watching the beings of other worlds fight. They had powers he'd never seen before, techniques not discovered in his own universe. He wouldn't say they were as strong as his own, but they were still new, and that excited him. He always had a hope that someone would bring a challenge to his own power. So when he got to witness an individual's skills firsthand, it was like reaching into a little prize bucket. He might not be impressed with what he got but maybe he'd get lucky one day and find a power that was worthy.

Cliff wasn't that power to him. But he watches, interested in those techniques of his. Gauging how much of a lead he's going to give him before he starts ripping into his own lot of droids. The arrogant Prince waits, until he sees Cliff has decimated a good amount of them. Good. His turn.

He takes off into the air, turning to face a section farther away from where his accomplice is fighting, his hands glowing a dangerous white- and lets loose a flurry of blasts at the ground where he can see them starting to converge and preparing to gang up on any unsuspecting draftees, namely he and Cliff as they were the only ones in this quadrant. The energy rains down on the droids, tearing up the very concrete and everything else with it.

He floats there for a second, a yellow beacon in the sky, admiring his work. They really never stood a chance, but the problem is Vegeta doesn't know where to stop them from coming. He could do this all day but eventually they would have to find the source of where the droids were coming from and find whoever was controlling them. Perhaps they could deal with that after they had their fun.

Impressive as his Aerial Assault was to the observe-- that hurt. He scanned the enemy, chest heaving with the exertion, and tried to visually confirm the location of the soldier that was controlling these droids. Victory was assured if they could take it out, and that would be one less problem to deal with. He thought he saw something on the periphery...

Vegeta's display silenced all thoughts and plans. Cliff stopped and watched for a breath, impressed by the ki blasts that tore through the enemies and the terrain with a relentlessness that was almost inhuman. The awe-struck reverie was broken when Cliff sensed an incoming droid from behind. He met it with a swooping kick that knocked it down and out before falling toward his partner.

"Hey! Flyboy! I thought I saw something back by the garrison!"

He turns, looking down and hearing Cliff call out to him. "Really now?" He descends, landing quickly near the Klausian, aiming a few more blasts at some droids who'd marked them for their targets. "Well? Spit it out, what did you see?"

Cliff grinned.

"Head over. You might see a few feathers. Just be careful-- there might be another around with a Silence spell active."

"If this is some trick to get ahead of me, it won't work- I'm going to rip everything in this area apart!" He cackles, taking an eye over to where the garrison stood. "Hope you're ready to pay up." And with that he starts taking off in that direction, looking behind him.

"So are you coming or am I just going to take care of everything myself?" Either way, he didn't mind- he didn't need anyone's help, but if anything the Saiyan is fair about these sorts of things. And if they had to play rock paper scissors to see who got the fun, then so be it.

He snorted. "Hey! I can't fly, ya know!"

Vegeta's demands and his taunts were as flashy as his now-golden hair, but it was familiar enough that Cliff's retorts were just for the sake of the game. If not for the power divide, this would almost be like home...

Cliff took off in that direction, sidestepping around and avoiding the droids so he could through without any needless conflicts. He wouldn't be able to win through brute force, but that was never the issue. With these Shifters around, it was cleverness that would win the game.

"That's not my problem, now is it?" He just laughs, and takes out droids that would be in Cliff's way as he flies over to the garrison. He's trying to keep an eye out for anything strange that Cliff was hinting at, but he still doesn't see anything quite yet- just a sea of droids trying to take the two of them out. He'll land a little farther ahead of Cliff, taking out a few offenders in the area as he waits for his companion to show up. He hopes this will be fun, he's already getting sort of bored.

He would thank Vegeta later for clearing a path. It saved Cliff from any unnecessary blows and gave him a chance to survey the area. A glimpse of feathers was all he needed. Just a glimpse, and they could home in on their target.

"I'll manage!" At least Cliff had some experience with this to a certain degree, just never with the amount of control that Vegeta had over his abilities. Maybe, just maybe...

It was a thought that he didn't have time to entertain. There was their target.

"I got 'im!"

He charged. Vegeta may beat him, but he was going to get in a few shots.

"Remember. Silence spell. It can knock you from the sky!"

"Silence what?" But it's too late, Vegeta's already gotten too close and the falls right out of the sky unexpectedly, letting out a cry as he's tripping over his own foot when he tries to catch himself, almost slamming his face right into the ground. He manages to flip himself upright again, to take off running and turning a bright red in the process. "How are they able to do that, that's insane, I'm going to rip those damned wings right off their backs and cook their bodies to a nice medium rare!"

Man, that made him angry. "No one makes a mockery of the Saiyan Prince!"

"I told ya!"

Cliff shook his head at the sight of the proud prince plumetting from his flight, and would have laughed were he not so focused on the cultist that was dead ahead.

"It's some kinda shift. I think. Who cares?!"

"You could have at least warned me a little better than that!" He's angrily putting his fist through a droid here and there as they made their way to the shifter that was controlling all the droids.

"Where is the blasted thing, I don't see it." Until he finally looks forward, spotting it and getting even more angered that the thing had just knocked him out of midair without any warning, and causing him a bit of embarrassment. He puts on an extra burst of speed because he wants it dead for that humiliation.

"How was I to know you're stupid??"

It was just banter in Cliff's mind, the same as goofing around with his comrades out in the field. But he lacked the distractions that Vegeta had between his plummet and his rage. The cultist was there.

He met the soldier with an uppercut to lead in, mostly to throw them off guard. There was no need to have too much fun without his rival there.

"How was I to know you didn't have any common sense!?" He takes advantage of Cliff's uppercut, running at full speed to jump and kick into the thing's stomach and slamming it into the ground, jumping off and landing behind.

"Now, I want to make this freak suffer for a bit, if you don't mind. Weeds, right?"

He snorted at the reparte and sidestepped out of the way, allowing the Saiyan Prince act without hinderance.

"Have at. It's just common sense to stay out've a mad man's way. 'Sides. No worries out here."

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The Prince just chuckles at that, shooting Cliff a sly look. Mad man, honestly. If Cliff really knew. He'd probably say serial killer instead.

"I guess you might have a little sense in that head of yours then." He silently picks the shifter up by its shirt, if he can't use energy blasts then he'll do it the old fashioned way, and he has no issues with that either. So he throws it up and runs his knee right into his stomach, sending it flying and landing with a thud quite a good distance away. And Vegeta just laughs. For those familiar with him, that old bloodlust is in his eyes, the hunt now over and his prey in his hands.

"Not so fun now that you aren't able to send your pack of android dogs on us now is it? What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" He walks up to where it had fallen and rams his foot into its stomach. He turns his head back to Cliff. "If you want your own fun I'll leave it alive if you want. But I want to end its existence before you're through."

Cliff watched Vegeta throughout this display, and for a brief moment he was less of a brawler and more of a strategist. He followed Vegeta, but stayed a few steps back. The Saiyan was clearly more of a madman than he realized. There was no telling what might happen next.

"Weeds, remember? I've got a different idea."

His tone was light and conversational, as if they were discussing how to properly flay a fish.

"Break its wings. Let them take care of it."

"I'm fine with breaking its wings and toying with it for a while but there's no reason to leave it alive. I don't see the profit in that at all especially when this thing will just come back later and cause us more trouble than we need." He picks the shifter back up again, sneering in its face before letting his fist connect directly with its face, hitting it toward Cliff.

"Take your shots now before I change my mind."

"I'm not a guy that can kick someone when they're down. It's no fun."

He looked down at the cultist, eyes impassive as he examined it from above. There was no point in him taking any shots after Vegeta's turn. Any more damage would be humiliating and, enemy or no, the cultist was still a warrior on some level.

Cliff stepped over it and placed himself between Vegeta and their fallen foe.

"They've got a way to take people out of the picture for good. 'Least, that's what the books say. He's already a mess. We can just break the wings and let his own people take care of the rest."

With the way they were and the lack of resources, he suspected that a mercy killing would be conducted. It was better than risking a disabling loss to one of their soldiers, and it removed one more from the cycle.

"Weeds. Remember? Think of this as salting the earth."

TERRACE Draft - Remaining Days

Day 6 -- and i shall prose for you, if that's what you wish. my brackets get prosey anyway.

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