Hunting Party (Mission)

The golden sky of Sadala was lit up with the morning sun, the wind was light but enough to rustle the King's hair and garments. His tail wrapped around his waist beneath the cape on his shoulders as he looked to the canyon below noting two prairie boar, he had brought along only his comrade Fenrir, a Saiyan warrior he saw as capable of the task at hand. He crossed his arms as he tilted his head back turning his face towards his comrade and spoke with his stern voice "Taking two will be a challenge, perhaps for a simple low-class Saiyan." the pause remained as he smirked and finished his sentence "Lucky for us we are a couple of elites" The boar continued to graze on the grass below as they overlooked them from above. Tarble returned his gaze to the boar as he jumped downward sliding down the cliff side speaking to his fellow Saiyan "Don't damage the meat too bad, the soldiers want a good meal." The boar turned with a look of alert as they began grunting and screeching as the King slid closer and closer. Pushing off with his ki from his feet he flew forward letting his right foot extend placing a blow to the boar's ribs making it crash across the ground stirring up dust as it scratched the surface of the ground. The second Boar hopefully would be handled by Fenrir to keep the massive beasts from ganging up on Tarble, who was now standing flat footed on the ground looking at the boar that was rising to it's hooves after bouncing across the ground. The beast locked eyes with the Saiyan as they began squaring off, the boar scratching at the ground as it snorted steam and glaring at Tarble.

Two majestic creatures stood in their natural habitat, increasing the beauty of the area exponentially with their mere presence.  These creatures were of course members of the Great Saiyan Race, specifically the elite's named Tarble and Fenrir, not the beastly pigs down in the canyon below.  They certainly weren't pretty, but they were large and edible, which was the main requirement for military food.  Of course, Fenrir couldn't pretend they tasted horrible either, as they were actually rather tasty.  The memory of that taste is what would motivate Fenrir during this hunt, along with his own bloodthirsty nature and the presence of his Lord and King, Tarble.  Facing the king as he spoke, Fenrir thought about the words and grinned.  He admired the man in some ways, but Tarble was prideful.  Fenrir was one of the few saiyans who didn't believe in the class system, as he could distinctly recall how easily his "Elite" father had been killed by a mere teenager.  He also had seen lower class saiyans of considerable ability, although most had been rogues and were killed by Fenrir or one of his subordinates.  Lucky indeed.  He would say with a chuckle.

Sliding down the cliff alongside his king, Fenrir would take off at a sprint upon reaching flat ground, charging directly at the boar to the right.  Seeing that Tarble was going for the boar on the left, Fenrir knew it would be best to keep the second off of him, and delivered his attack to the left side, causing it to slide to the right.  Although he had dealt a considerable blow to the creature, he was glad to see that it quickly rose to return his aggression. A strange noise, almost a proper growl, emanated from the beast as it pawed the dirt, preparing to charge.  This would be an enjoyable day, especially when compared to the boring training and official duties that he normally had to attend to.  Some good old fashioned Ultra Violence.

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[Sorry it took so long]

Tarble heard the fight break out between Fenrir and the other beast, but that wasn't his concern as he stomped his right foot challenging the boar. The answer exactly what he had hoped for as the beast charged tearing the ground as he gained more speed, the clash as his tusks slammed to the palms of Tarble's hands which would grip down on the razors. His feet sliding back as he dug into the ground waiting, the boar pushing til it's front feet lifted allowing Tarble to seize the moment and jerk downward and twist his body throwing the boar over on it's side and letting out a might grunt the beast scratched back to it's feet staring at his enemy, Tarble.

[Sorry I'm shorting I'll have more time tomorrow]

The boar was charging, and Fenrir, strangely enough, wasn't even slightly worried about getting hit.  In fact, he didn't even seem like he was going to move.  While for a sentient opponent, this may have been slightly worrying, the boar simply saw it as an easy win, and continued on with it's charge, letting out an enormous squeal of bloodthirsty joy.  Of course, this was only an assumption on Fenrir's part, as he was not well versed in the different sounds boars make for different emotions, but bloodthirsty was just a good guess for a squeal made in the middle of an attack.  Realizing the the boar was very close now, Fenrir finally moved in reaction to his opponent.

 Fenrir at first feigned a charge back at his opponent, but rather than striking the boar, he dropped to the ground just before hitting the creature, instead sliding under him.  From here, he would push both of his legs into the boars underside, lifting the back end of the creature off of the ground.  Now, while normally this wouldn't be too terrible for the creature, it was currently moving very fast, and while it was able to stop it's front end's momentum by pushing against the ground, it's back end had no such opportunity, causing it to continue onward while it's front end was still.  This caused a rather amusing scene in which the boar began to roll over itself, it's face planting into the ground as it falls on to it's back.  Returning to his feet, Fenrir turned to face his enemy.  The boar was obviously injured, the force of it's own weight dealing damage enough to cause a good deal of damage to it.  Smiling, Fenrir would extend his left hand to the creature, pulling his right hand back as if preparing to strike.  While it wasn't nearby, boars had a fairly predictable set of attacks, made almost entirely of charging and goring their opponents.  This made it easy to set up a trap, much like the one Fenrir had begun to set up now.  Smiling as he spoke, Fenrir would say, Come over here little piggy.  He was having fun with his prey, but this was a job, not a personal hunting trip, and if he didn't end it soon then the soldiers would end up having to skip lunch, and hungry soldiers were almost as bad as injured soldiers.  Glancing over to Tarble, Fenrir took note of how neither of the saiyans were even slightly injured.  They had certainly grown in power since Fenrir first met him, back when their fathers were in command.  Focusing back on his target, he would say to his king, Don't go off and lose to a common beast now.  It wouldn't do well for the image of our race if our King was beaten by a pig.  Fenrir was, of course, joking.  The very idea of a Saiyan Elite being defeated by one of these hogs almost made him laugh.  Almost.

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The boars were sturdy beasts that took the beating very well, Tarble began laughing as the beast seemed to shake the dazed effect from it's mind as it scrambled back to his feet snorting steam again. Fenrir spoke to him in jest as they both seemed to take their offensive stances, Tarble's feet were in a wide stance with the toes of his boots facing one forward and one back giving him balance. His knees bent to put him in a low stance for support, right arm back his fist balled together for increased damage on impact and his left over his eyebrows with his thumb, index and middle fingers in a curled but open position while his ring and pinky fingers were closed down into his palm. He smirked as he replied to his comrades joke "Should I fall to a pig name him King for he will earn the title!" his voice allowed the statement to be appropriately seen as a joke in it's self, he then charged before the boar this time swinging with controlled blows. Right hand connecting behind the right ear, left hand to the snout, right hand to the jugular, left hand to the lower jawline, the sounds of bones cracking and flesh ripping under the pressure began to make Tarble's primal heart throb with pleasure as he continued landing blow after blow. Then with the boar being pelted with the onslaught of Tarble's assault he began to slide back across the ground, Tarble never let up continuing to place precise hits finally sending a kick upwards under the beasts chin with his right foot. The boar flipped landing on it's back and the ground trembled from the fall height, Tarble then began sprinting at the boar, who was trying to stand, kicking the joint of the boars right front leg. The sound, the sound seemed to linger as the bone shattered from Tarble's force slamming to the bent leg stiffened by the beasts attempt to stand. The sound from the beasts lips was agony and that pleased the King's instincts as his animal side seemed to enjoy the hunt more and more, he then flipped over the beast, who had attempted to hang his tusk in Tarble's side, and placed a massive blow by clamping his hands together and slamming them down onto the beasts right back hip. Once again a shatter could be heard as his hands sunk into the beasts fur and skin slightly, Tarble then jumped back looking at his prey his instincts at their maximum as he spoke to the beast "fight beast, or die!" he was happy to have life in his hands again, the feeling was what he enjoyed though as a king of a race he wishes not to kill he often does not get to satisfy the desire to slaughter. Tarble often wondered how to fill this desire, but today the fighting, the killing was going to be satisfied by this boar. Tarble spoke to his kinsman again "Combat, it's what we live for. We need to find a way to let our kinsman fight all the time, fulfill this desire in us all." he paused but not long as he grinned and finished with "Am I not right, comrade?"  he then waited for the response.


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While his leader had been responding to his comment and causing some grievous injuries to his prey, Fenrir would be increasing the pace of his own combat in order to finish the fight before it became a pain in his ass.  Too much time spent on one boar was a waste of potential, and he wanted to get to the next target at roughly the same time as Tarble.  While it was bad to show up one's leader, it could be potentially worse to show weakness.  Focusing once more on his prey, Fenrir pulled his right arm back, as if to be preparing a punch for the beast.  He would then extend his left hand, open-faced with palm up, and invited the boar to attack him.  The boar noticed this, and apparently didn't enjoy the taunt, as it caused the creature to charge, once again releasing a nearly roaring squeal.  With the tusks of the beast aimed for his torso, it seemed Fenrir would simply be gored by the beast.  However, mere seconds before he would have been struck, Fenrir pushed off with his left leg, dropping to his knees and sliding under to the belly of the beast.  From here, he would take his prepared hand and thrust it into the beast, attempting to replicate a technique he had seen used before by another Saiyan, one who had been a warrior in his fathers time.  The technique was one Fenrir had never actually attempted, but it seemed to be perfectly fitted to this situation.  Dubbed Energy Blade by it's creators, the technique formed, you guessed it, a blade of energy off of the users hand, which can be used for quick, precise movements in close combat scenarios.

In this specific case, the technique didn't work quite as well as Fenrir had hoped it would, forming a blade of only half the length needed to kill the creature.  As it was, the blade only managed to pierce the beasts chest for about a foot, leaving the heart of the creature just out of reach of the attack.  As the beast continued it's charge, Fenrir stood up from where he lay on the ground, spinning around to once again face his opponent.  Now wounded by it's opponent, the boar was truly enraged, already returning to it's charge.  Not quite as prepared for the attack as he had been last time, Fenrir had less time to react and was forced to simply jump above the horns that were now targeting him.  As the tusks were lifted to strike Fenrir from the air, he pressed his feet against them as his left hand grabbed at the fur on the beasts head.  From here, he would release a roar of his own as his blade lengthened to the proper size, becoming a truly deadly tool.  As his warcry reached it's peak, Fenrir would jam the blade through the boar's eye, sinking in down to his elbow as the blade pierced the creatures brain.  Ripping his arm out as the beast cried it's last sound in this life, Fenrir leaped down from the tusks, landing to the side of the beast.

Turning to his King once again, Fenrir would respond to his last statement.  Fenrir had thought about the topic quite a bit, but had never taken the time to talk about it to Tarble.  There aren't enough beasts on the whole of Sadala to sate the bloodlust of our people.  There will always be another fight to be had, and as long as this remains true, we will wish to fight.  I believe it's time for us to turn our attention to the stars.  We know that there are other races out there nearly as strong as, if not stronger, than ourselves.  If we are truly to become the ultimate warriors, then we must test ourselves against more than these mindless beasts.  I have a specific target in mind, if you'd like to hear it.  Fenrir had only ever been to one other planet with it's own sentient race.  If Tarble gave Fenrir the go ahead to speak his mind, he would simply say, Earth.  The creatures there are mostly weak, and even the powerful sentients that dwell among the Earthlings were generally weaker than the others of their species.  Assuming that by now Tarble was finished with his prey, Fenrir would allow his blade to dissipate, turning to face his King for the response to his idea.  They had the capability for space travel, and knew exactly where the planet was.  To Fenrir, that was all the reason they needed to begin a conquest, but Tarble may need more incentive.

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Tarble heard the sounds of his comrades triumph, the boar he faced was motionless much like the battered and broken Boar in front of him. Laying motionless Tarble's prey began to squeel for help as Tarble walked towards it, his right hand gripped in a tight fist he closed the distance only to quickly crush through it's skull with a decisive blow. Ripping his arm back from the busted shrapnel of the beasts head he heard Fenrir talking, the pause in his voice waiting to carry on their conversation  with approval was answered by Tarble signaling him to continue with his blood covered right hand. Squating he pondered the named of this planet 'Earth' grasping the lifeless Boars two front legs picking him up and on to his back he turned facing Fenrir as he stood, the beast on his back with blood running down it's fur. The king looked at his comrade and spoke sternly, "Earth... You speak of conquest on a galactic scale, We shall hold council and discuss this further in time. For now let's return to the kingdom and feed our soldiers." it was as though his speech was a trigger when the beast came crashing from seemingly nowhere slamming it's massive snout into the dead boar on Tarble's back, the dead weight he held took the blow only force pushed Tarble from beneath his prey. Turning around as he now stood just a few feet in front of Fenrir, he saw a beast though boar like the others it was a different level of power.

Unlike the boar the two had just fought, the new beast's legs alone were the size or bigger than the two men. With in his tusks which stuck from his jawline 6 feet, were the remains of a Saiyan that had been exiled from the Kingdom. The beast was covered in scars and burn marks, Ki and weapon were used to no end obviously. The monster let out a snort so strong the men were able to feel the moisture even standing several feet away. Tarble smiled as he turned only his head to speak to Fenrir "Hope your ready for the second round." Turning back he threw his right hand forward letting a ki blast fly crashing into the face of the beast, the boar shook away the burning pain and thrust its head forward hitting the King's hands which he placed in front of his self. Tarble used his Ki to push off the boar and hover about 10 feet from the ground being level with the boar's forehead. Flying at his max speed he placed a kick from his right foot between the beasts eyes, it seemed to accept the pain closing it's eyes from impact and sliding only 2 inches back digging it's hooves in the ground. By this point Fenrir would perhaps have joined the fight, however if not Tarble would proceed following his kick by placing hit after hit back and forth from each fist crashing into the same spot he kicked, his ears listening for the crack of his skull to no end as his onslaught of attacks continued to drill the same location on the mighty beasts forehead.

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