Quest: You search for a way to clench your thrust for destruction , A fighter training there spots you and attacks you defend against him and destory most of the lookout tower
Requirement: You must have at least negative alignment.
Rewards: +2000 PL. (4,000 PL gain if your alignment is -20 or greater and you kill him)
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The clouds were rolling over the sky of the heavens above the gem of the universe known as Earth, calm steady and poised for any threat at her borders, it breathed smoothly as though angles were flying over the planet, however in the distance of space there was nothing but burning stars and hovering planets with a background of a black void covering the mass of space between these hanging orbs.
However there was one orb that was much smaller than the planets flying around them,
Infact this orb was flying like a comet and was not made by the hand of nature instead it flew down on the planet Earth made of steel and many plates scraped together.
There was one saiyan in this space pod who the galaxy thought that it would never have to witness again after turning him in twists and turns on his journey toward Earth, yet now as he sped along he was on a mission and leave no regrets, he sought to become the strongest warrior in the universe, to crush all planets that stand in his way. Bow to nobody else except his king who in time he would become stronger than if he could…
This warriors name was Mustang as he smashed though the sound barriers and atmosphere carving his wake into the solar system, Mustang passed by a blood red planet known to the people of planet Earth as Jupiter, Mustang peered over in his chair down at this planet and ran his eyes from either side of the mist that enveloped it at every angle.
“That planet is stronger than it’s neighbours, let that planet look over Earth as I bring it’s destruction to some of there most powerful warriors, I shall be victories… I’m indestructible no one shall beat me!”
Mustang said smoothly in his chair as his hair stood on end off the back of his neck, he was sitting in a seat made of leather filled with comfortable materials such as cloth and wool to pass over the users edginess Mustang was wearing a white cloth shirt stained with the blood of some of his enemies over his many trails on his path toward this one planet.
Wearing two bracers on each arms they shined as prizes won after conquering two planets closely placed together by the fate of the Gods. Wearing some heavy weighted boots along with this that were painted black Mustang leaned back on his chair and observed forward as he passed by the moon at such speeds and passed into the Earth’s atmosphere.
Mustang leaned forward as the moment was finally arriving at last he could take his destiny into his own hands, this is what he was waiting for as he sped across the stars with a faint trail left behind him in his wake of his arrival.
With a slight burst Mustang entered the Earth’s visual range and shot down toward a small city lined with many tall buildings who’s mirrors and windows shimmered in the light rays bouncing off each other like some strange Egyptian contraption for spreading light.
The people below couldn’t say if anything strange was going on as they had not the common sense to keep there heads in the clouds, the roads were full of cars during this rush hour and many workers were running down the streets, constructing, negotiating or manipulating.
However all of this busy activities would come to naught as Mustang’s ship was mere feet above the tallest building and gathering speed as it hurtled down, the orb like ship smashed into the centre of the road sending pavements slabs flying everywhere, people were thrown into the air with the impact some smashing against windows, some flying into the air and falling back down to the floor with a loud squash.
Hydrogen posts veins smashed and water leaked out into the city as wire polls fell to the floor snapping there cables which fell into the water with a like crack like a lions whip, the explosions were humungous. Windows every where shattered on impact and glass fell to the floor sprinkling all over the place as they caught the lights rays and shimmered.
Mustang casually brought over his hand and pressed down on a small dial in his saiyan space pod and opened the door, with a hum and a click the door opened splitting the orb in two.
Mustang stepped out, his boots making a strange echoing sound as the vibrations bounce off all the wreckage in his wake… Mustang looked around folding his arms around his chest and thinking to himself calmly, taking a few steps forward he noticed a small blue car on it’s end with a pair of legs under them, they were not fully though so it was more than likely that the man’s legs were just broken not fatal but still extremely painful, he thought he could capitalise on this.
Mustang steadily walked over to the blur car and gave it a swift kick, with a loud thud the car flew into the air and sped away across into the distance, it smashed against a building and smoked from the bonet as it fell from the impact. The smoke would only be there for a second as the wheels touched to the floor the car blew up into thousands of pieces shining a orange light along all of the wreckage.
Mustang looked down on the whimpering old man with both of his legs were pointing a awkward angle and the glass around the floor was not helping his predicament.
Mustang grabbed by the scruff of the neck as he whimpered a little and pulled him up, this old man was wearing a blue tweed blazer and a small tie falling down from his neck to the upper layer of his belt. Mustang presumed that his shirt was white, but now it was dripping wet with the crimson mass known as blood.
The trousers were blue tied with the belt and he had black shoes on that looked brown on first glance due to all the wreckage this man had endured for the last few minutes.
Mustang lifted him off the ground with one arm and flexed his arm to bring the old balding man closer, as he still whimpered in protest to Mustang’s claims.
“Where is your protector?, Answer me now and I might let you live.”
Mustang growled at the man, with as much contempt as he could muster speaking it though his lips like a snarl and a eye brow twitched upon his calm brow.
“K-- Ka- Kami he’ll show you wha- ‘cough’ it means to attack this planet… The look out tower, look out tower…”
The old man wheezed though the amount of pain he was in as Mustang throttled him like a chicken, Mustang nodded slowly and his eyes brows nearly ranged to form a V at the amount of anger he was feeling at this human spiecies for the amount of cowardice he was displaying.
“You bubbling idiot! Where is your pride, for a warrior race in the making from all I’ve heard you have no spine what so ever, die you honourless dog!”
Mustang roared as he threw the old man into the air and grabbed him by the broken leg, swinging him over his head multiple time like a lasso, Mustang smashed him atop of the pavement sending large carcks down everywhere and a rather large crater where the man’s face was hit.
Mustang only heard a scream of pain and then silence before he spun on his foot and launched the man’s body toward a upstanding rock which his body would break again and spread out like a eagle against the wind.
Mustang pointed up his hand and a orb appeared shining red with power, Mustang the saiyan warrior would throw this ball of energy at the man. The ball streaked along toward him but before it hit him it split into thousands surrounding him from all angles before striking against him as he lay on the rocks.
There was a almighty explosion as a cloud of smoke and ash passed over Mustang and several high building wreckages fell to the floor causing more smoke and ash to fly into the air passing Mustang’s gaze.
Mustang saw a inch of red clothing that originally belong to the man flutter toward his face and pass by carried along by the winds, now however Mustang had a objective… He had a rather green bug to kill for he had heard of this ‘kami’ before on some other planets, also some of the surpassed legends about his look out tower may prove to be useful to him.
Mustang stepped forward as the ash and smoke rolled over his body, making his white shirt become thick with suit and dust as he placed one foot forward and sped off into the distance, leaving a huge trench behind him imbedded into the ground as he sped off in hot pursuit of this tower.
Speeding across random farms that crops he destroyed by smashing though them with a huge trench, and swinging small energy blasts toward random citerzens who was unfortunate enough to pass in his way as he was moving along.
There was one case where this teenaged punk and his gang were on the street corner, smoking and throwing rocks at random cars… Mustang sped across the road and smashed straight into the car and the recoil of Mustang’s leg hitting the car sent the four wheeled vehicle and it’s driver spiralling though the air and smashing straight into his gang of kids. Killing nearly all of them instantly.
Mustang shot though the wind into the country side where there were very native homes around, all strung with cloth around a large wooden pole stuck into the ground… Mustang could see on the horizon a huge tower pointing upwards and punching though the clouds with the a kind of esteemed and pride about it’s self as it hung there surveying down on all of the inhabitants.
Mustang’s euphoria and exhilaration took over him and he put on a extra burst of speed, smashing random trees and rocks out of his way… Some times a random native or two, always leaving behind a long and deep trench behind him that stretched for miles where roads, houses, farms and people once trod.
However Mustang sensed a very high power level, close to his own at the base of the tower… Mustang charged upwards over a hill and stopped facing in the distance a very large native who was carrying a spear in one hand who instantly dropped down into a fighting stance.
He was wearing no shirt at all and war paint just below his eyes, his skin was brown and his leg trappings were a leathery colour, too light to be called brown but to dark to be called anything else.
Mustang grabbed the scruff of his shirt and ripped it off letting the wind taking it to where ever it wanted, although this wasn’t far as there was weights weaved into the materials so it dropped almost as soon as it was discarded.
Mustang faced the man with no shirt on at all and his large pectorals and abdominals were being exposed naked to the Earth’s wind for the very first time, the wind passed though both of there hair as a they stared each other down, both calculating each other’s stances to the top degree and the spear head gleaming in the wind as Mustang’s eyes glared with pure hatred and contempt for the human race, but his pupil shining with a molecule of respect for this human who stood against certain destruction.
“Looks like there is something to this race after all…”
Mustang though to himself, just as the leaf on the stem of a branch snapped off and fell off the arm of the wood and stumbled onto the floor, this was natures sign that it was willing to let the two of them battle and both of them took it as so.
Both put there weight on there right legs and both launched at each other with such speed that it left dirt flying in the air and two trenches trimming up to each other,
On contact Mustang and the native swung there fore arms at each other and both collided as the two trenches caught up and smashed together in a huge explosion of ground.
The Native holding a spear in one hand and clashing with Mustang’s arm strength tried pushing Mustang back, but Mustang would not budge and met his opponent with equal force and intent and both of there eyes were battling a furious mental war against each other.
The ground underneath there feet was cracking and a few sparks of lighting flashed from the friction of the two fore arms lock into a eternal struggle for power, a few trees gave way from the power and fell to the floor with a large smack against the ground sending dirt flying up everywhere.
The native had just about enough, not many was able to stand his first attack so he swiped the spear trying to catch the side of Mustang’s ribs who was able to elegantly dodge out of the way by hoisting his body into the air, trying to send a flying round house kick towards the back of the Natives head, the Native ducked however and Mustang landed with his back to the Native.
The fist of the Native flied though the wind and a grin flashed against the Natives mouth as he thought that he had the upper hand, however he was very mistaken Mustang moved slightly side ways and caught the Natives hand and grabbed the wrist, putting all of his weight forward he swung the Native over his shoulder and slammed him to the floor, this cause the ground to shake and a very deep crater to be formed under foot, trees fell into this crater and the look out tower wobbled a little at the unstable weight for a second.
Mustang now in the level of advantage swung down his fist toward the Natives face who saw it coming dead in front of his eyes, rolling away quickly he was able to dodge and rolled back up to his feet, Mustang leaped up in the air taunting that if the Native didn’t follow him he would climb the look out tower, The Native bound by his sacred duty would not let this happen and shot in the air after Mustang.
Both of them engaged in combat though the air as Mustang flew up higher blocking away various punches and kicks made by the Native until they were on a even ground,
Both flew in circles around the look out tower climbing higher and higher as they punched and kicked at Each other. The surrounding villages would look out at this tower and see huge shock waves emitting from the body of the tower thinking that there gods were angry with them and was threatening to destroy the look out tower, every punch and the energy it left sent cracks down the sides of the look out tower with the amount of power these two were throwing at each other.
The Native finally gained the higher ground in the air and aimed a kick at Mustang’s face, Mustang was hit and felt the full weight of the Natives boot smash against the bridge of his nose and brusing on both of these two warriors body’s began to show some of them cuts from punches that had just barley managed to land contact.
Mustang flew down to the floor of the base but was able to close his legs and arms together and spin like a pencil rolling though the air and rotated downwards and his feet landed on the floor, as Mustang looked up with his hair blowing back with the momentum of the battle he saw the Native charging like a bullet toward him.
Mustang considered this for a moment and the grass around the crater began to tremble violently at the schemes going inside Mustang’s brain and as the Mustang reached attacking range with a loud ‘voosh’ with the speed of which he was going at, Mustang spun around quickly with his leg lifted to his side guided with his hip and swung around swinging the leg outwards and smashing it against the jaw of the Native.
There was a huge crash and the Native diverted course and slammed into the ground head first, blood poured from his mouth as his jaw broke and his some of his teeth were splattered in pools of blood around the floor, the warrior grinded though the ground creating a trench though the crater edge of the crater before smashing head first into the lookout tower.
The look out tower was gleaming before this but with this tremendous amount of force smashing against it, it began to tremble and crack violently and Mustang calmly walked up to the Native who lay on the ground bleeding and terribly wounded by this onslaught that was brought before him.
“Now… You are a testament to your race… Bleeding, bloody but still having a shred of hope… Before it all comes tumbling down on you, Good boy slime!”
Mustang cried as he swung up his arms either side of him and his body channelled with unfathomable power, building and building inside his bones and all of his muscles, his body glowed with a large red aura that sent shock waves for miles causing the ground it’s self to burn and trees to lose there leafs and fall down like nothing but burnt matches as this terrible power ran though the ground.
“LAST PAGE!”
Mustang roared to the heavens above, as the gods of war looked down on his body as is emanated pure power, he swung his arms together and swung them to his hip before swinging them forward into a massive beam that flew, not at the Native but the unholy red beam would fly upwards into the lookout tower it’s self.
There was a resounding crash and the look out tower glow pale red for a moment instead of white and began to flash on and off with the amount of power that was being channelled though it and finally it exploded and was destroyed, only the rubble was left for those who wished to ascend up to the look out tower above.
The white slabs of rocks fell on top of the Native and finally the last hope for the tower had perished underneath it’s own weight and acted as it’s tomb as one of it’s last guardians there would ever be. Mustang saw a huge pile of dirt rise up into the air as a last tribute to the once great building and the rocks which gleamed so mystically white were no nothing more than black suit and dirt.
Mustang walked backwards and picked up his shirt, ringing it of all dirt and tapping it against his face to absorb some of the sweat that was caused by the fight, pulling it over his head he looked toward the tower… At his next destination, his eyes gleaming with passion and euphoria for the next challenge that lay ahead of him.
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