A Bad First Impression

Blinking, I lifted a finger towards my scouter almost-unconsciously. The device came alive blinking and making noise as it did its job, the nearby white fang members raised their weapons at the sounds being made by my scouter, but Adam raised a hand, waving them off. I confirmed that Adam was the 80 power-level scanned before with Blake being the other at 45, weaklings at least for myself. looking around at Adam, then Blake who was looking at Adam in surprise, before turning my way, her face becoming stern.

Now then shit might hit the fan. Adam won't let me walk away without at least joining their little band, which was not my plan. The fool has guts... I'll show him his guts- damn Saiyan aggression…

Anyway, why fight on the ground, when I can fly? Inwardly thinking, I began chuckling, then into full-blown laughter. Blake and the white fang grunts within my eyesight begun aiming their weapons my way. Adam himself looked angry at my audacity in laughing in this situation, his hand on Wilt tensed, fingers encircling the handle before pulling it out of the scabbard, the bastard was about to charge me.

Some of the White fang grunts were hesitating however, including the lieutenant code-named Hound. Whether they were because I helped them or because they saw what I could do, I didn't know.

My Saiyan blood however was boiling, I felt as though I wanted to desperately antagonize them into attacking me, then crush them. I must be wanting to fight, these Saiyan instincts really were troublesome. Fuck it, let's dance with these fine gentleman and ladies. Blake herself included.

"I have no intention in joining you, not when I was asked by your subordinate, Hound, and not now when you're trying to press the point by force. But…I like force and so I'll give you an ultimatum. Take your white fang operatives and fuck off, Faunus or not. I don't consider us the same" I knowingly said, as I smirked at Adam while his hand having fully drawn his blade, my words provoking him. Alright, time to get some ground away from Adam.

I moved first.

Dashing behind myself I aimed at the closest grunt, intending to hit his throat with a punch. The sudden movement startling the rest of them into opening fire on me. Dodging the kinetic and dust-infused rounds incoming my way was like second nature to one such as myself. My intended target received my fist, knocking him back far into a roll to the ground, he didn't get back up, perhaps his neck was caved in. Another grunt had charged me with a bulky hammer-like melee weapon. His attempt was rewarded by A kick to the stomach which sent him into a few of his comrades. As that guy went flying and while I was watching the spectacle, lowering my leg, another guy had attacked from behind, but his try was thwarted by a backward thrust with my left elbow. Knocking the wind out of him, I gave a swift kick to the head which knocked him out.

Next task having gained some space away from my main target and clearing nearby White Fang members, I slid to the spot I dashed too, halting movement. Kicking up dust from the ground, but still I to dodge the various white fang that were firing on my position, although I hadn't really needed too as their rounds don't even hurt me. Still, bullets still managed to either hit my armor or graze my skin which tickled me and left not a scratch to my armor. I wasn't dodging these incoming rounds like an agent from matrix mind-you, I just kept moving side to side, the dash movement you'd often seen from the show or on the various DBZ games, giving my enemies a sense that they could inflict damage to me. Maybe I shouldn't bother but how else would I get more action? Like an handicap. Laughable.

I decided to use some more Ki-based attack for these fools, to further test my abilities and also use some of the few attacks made by past self. I used one of the two known techniques known to me.

Tyrant's Wave… yeah, real creative name.

Tensing into a position all to known to me, one known to all fans of DBZ. I entered a state, intending to the charge up my Ki. Adam was already halfway towards me, but Blake was not in my sight, she must be intending to hit me from behind or the side or from behind.

When the landscape started to shake however, was when Adam stopped in his track's, looking around.

"Is there Grimm incoming? Check the scouts. " Adam must be thinking the fight is to be interrupted, but still I continued charging my power. When the shaking got even more prevalent, electricity-like bolts begun emanating from me. The energy that was emerging from me begun pushing away from me, in bursts of wind-like pushes that in my sight Adam and the white fang were having trouble standing against.

"What are you...?" I heard a feminine voice to my right, having just known her location moments before from the scouter's information pointing in her direction. She didn't get to finish however as she was blown backward, skidding to a halt as she desperately tried to keep the wind-like force from pushing back even further.

I was ready, a real badass. This is going to sound cringe.

"Tyrant's Wave!" I yelled forward, grunting as I lowered my hands in the direction of Adam, where the majority of the grunts were. The wave of Ki spread out in front of me. Blinding even Adam momentarily until it washed over those within my sight catching even Adam off-guard. The attack not just blinded my enemies but also myself, a blinding and flashing purple color, the technique needs more work.

I sensed an imminent attack, dodging narrowly as a sword came flying forward right where my head had been. The bastard Adam took a few strands of my hair, and so I gave him the boot. He must have dodged my last attack.

A nice drop-kick to his abdomen sent him flying towards the dissipating debris of my Tyrant's Wave. His pristine clothes were torn, and he looked at only a little damaged, his aura most likely holding up.

My leg raised after the kick, was intercepted by a ribbon from Blake's weapon Gambol shroud who's cries for her teammate reached my ears even now.

Her attempt at attacking me using her blade was thwarted when I landed a kick at the incoming cat-girl, the attempt still interrupted me when Hound came at me. wielding a sword, his swiping attack landed, currying no damage to my person thanks to my Saiyan armor but it did leave a scratch on the stomach part of the plate.

Dodging more incoming fire from more white fang grunts, I flew upward. Finding where Adam was, I charged his way. Suddenly inside his reach, I landed multiple punches brutalizing his masked-face and upper-torso. Adam took the hits like a boxer and retaliated, using his sword to try to skewer me. He hit my side, damaging my armor and launching me away, not far so I recovered from the hit quickly, raising upward. Adam returned his sword into it scabbard before the sword mechanized into its alternate form, opening fire.

Burying the frustration of my instincts, clamping down on them I decided to end this. Noting Adam was not far away from the remaining of his men, Hound included. Blake was also shooting me with three more white fang grunts. But still I dodged their attempts, dashing from side to side quicker than they could see. But killing Adam wasn't what I had in mind, I might kill him later on.

Their transports were the target.

Raising my hand's upward, my purple-colored Ki-based aura blazed shining outward aggressively. A technique not my own was what I was about to attempt, one used by Raditz. His Double Sunday technique let's hope my Ki-manipulation could replicate this.

Looking towards their Bullhead's, I formulated one last attack.

"Double Sunday!" I yelled, my attack played out as thought, two purple-beams of energy left my hands to hit their targets further away. The attacks shot out at incredible speeds before exploding on impact, the bullheads exploding along with them. The two explosions become one, as the VTOL transports were landed near one other. The explosion itself sent a shockwave that knocked the surviving white fang members and Blake to the ground, Adam barely holding on, using his re-mechanized sword to act as leverage to assist in holding himself upright.

The advantage I held at long-range was… out of this world, I held the advantage this whole fight simply put I figured because I didn't use a weapon, I didn't need one. Put simply, these opponents had to either get into a certain range to attack or in-melee range, they had to have a weapon of some sort to even inflict damage. I was faster, more versatile and-

More explosions inflicted the already flaming VTOL-Bullheads, interrupted my thought-process. I realized I was panting somewhat, already tired huh? Got to fix that.

The latest explosions were much larger than the one I inflicted with my original move Tyrant's Wave, probably because my own attack was unfinished…

Perhaps it was seeing in my mind's eye the move used by Raditz, from watching him on television or the memory of it. I attempted to land onto the rough ground, intent on looking for more targets to dominate. I didn't make it to actually land.

I hadn't any more time to fuck around thinking, I was nearly skewered from behind, a familiar feather-like shape had almost pierced my upper-left shoulder. Just below the armor-pad the blade-like feather had flung past me.

I immediately dropped lower from the altitude I was currently at, turning while doing so. The scouter suddenly had turned on, warning me of the situation… damn thing must be malfunctioning, it should of warned me before-hand.

There were from what I could tell, an armada of Nevermore's was incoming, much bigger ones then previously encountered. My scouter indicated that the biggest power-level was at least 120, there were A few of these powerful Grimm in the flock while the rest were more of the same from when I got here. I decided to retreat for now-

Howling from the treelines interrupted the train-of thought. I dodged more of multiple bladed feathers heading my way while heading for the ground. Breathing much harder from my last Ki-attack, I landed to check for anything to steal before I fly off. I however noticed all the bodies.

It was a different feeling really, knowing I was the cause of all this carnage… even from my new memories, of the few planets 'I' had cleansed for the PTO hadn't really sickened me or negatively impacted me, that was before I directly caused it right now. But still I was desensitized from a lifetime of killing, I will ponder over it later. Huh?

I noticed a familiar person, on the ground. This future heroine and current white fang member were covered in rocks and a few metal chunks from one from the bullhead's explosion. I had to act quickly, no more distractions… those last attempts from the Nevermore's to hit and claw me were becoming harder to dodge.

Moving towards the unconscious Blake, I viciously elbowed an in-coming beowolf that had attempted to jump me from behind. Ground-based Grimm were pouring out of the nearby tree-lines at large numbers, whilst I had been thinking. The last remnant forces of white fang were currently locked in a last struggle against the in-coming horde, but still I has been targeted by the nevermore…maybe I was the target? Alright Blake, you're my prisoner now. Removing the last of the rubble, Blake was lucky enough to not be impaled. She held onto even unconsciously as she was, her weapon, Gambol Shroud. I took that, using my tail to hold it and re-wrapping said tail around my waist before taking the Faunus onto my shoulder. She groaned and moaned from being moved otherwise remained lights-out. The added weight, from not only carrying my spare armor but now an actual person plus being tired had begun to weigh heavily but powering up quickly I was able to launch back into the sky. I headed into the direction the white fang had come from, time to find A place to rest.