Descent ((Open to all))

Cyril saw the chance and he took it, "Guys, we have to put everything into this shot cause I have no doubt if he succeeds with this move it's over." Cyril wasn't even sure if the combined power of the three of them would be enough but nonetheless they must try! He wouldn't let his friends be killed! Ki swirled around Cyril in a blaze of white (Guardian transformation) and it all condensed into his hands. He walked up slowly with great gravity to the stranger and threw a two-fingered ki punch at his solar plexus with astounding speed and power.

Health: 5,178
Ki: 4,000 + 518= 4,518 - All
Stamina: 2,900 - All
Speed: 3,455

7,418 Damage Dealt

The Stranger took it. He had to.

PL 30,000
HP 15,000- 7,500= 7,500
Ki 10K
St 10K
SP 10K

((One post from either of you remaining, Makoto uses one, Cyril used one.))

Makoto saw his chance. He sent a large ki blast at the now weakened Cyril. Not enough to kill him. But just to knock him off. After sending the ki blast he looked at the stranger and smirked evily. "Why don't the two of us have a nice chat hmmm?"

Ki used: 10
Ki remaining 1140

The Stranger smirked. "Oh? Didn't I mention? This mask can restore my health. And now. My attack is r--- wait. Why is it getting dark? What the hell is wrong with the moon?!"

Artikzuru froze. The Earth turned dark--- the moonlight became dark. Beams of darkness filled Artik's cells.
"I can control myself with Black Bluntz Waves. Huh. Cyril, rush him! Makoto! Combine ki!" Artikzuru shot a blue beam from his mouth.

Ki- 5440- All

Anger surged through Cyril as Makoto's blast stung him, however petty it was it was still a betrayal! (racial trait activated) The heat of the moment unlocked something in Cyril and he remembered how to rush opponents, so he attacked the man.

Health: 5,178 - 10 = 5,168
Ki: 0
Stamina: 0
Speed: 3,455 x 3 = 10,365 - All = 0

Makoto blinked when he heard Artik's words. "Right!" He gathered up the rest of his ki into a large blast then sent it at the masked man before following it with a full power roundhouse kick to the head.

Ki used: 1140
Stamina used: 950
Total damage: 2090

The mask cracked, revealing... that he was... no one they knew. He died, incinerated by the ki. The kick only stirred the dust around. The moon flashed white as it set over some mountains.

Artik returned to normal and billowy dress robes appeared on him. "I'll have to change that bit of pretemporal history, then." He blinked. "A whistling man wearing a mask, called The Stranger. I.. why does that sound familiar?" He shrugged it off.

Cyril narrowly avoided the oncoming ki attacks, perhaps running ahead of ki blasts wasn't such a great idea. He flopped onto the ground exhuastedly, "It would seem," Cyril panted, "Your, shall we say, 'other half' does not like me Makoto." Cyril was thinking clearly again and he put together that Makoto had had some sort of psychotic fit.

Mako to was exhausted as well but showed no indication of it. "It isn't that he doesn't like you. Emotions are a foreign thing to him...me...whatever. The point is he only attacked you because you were distracted."

"Well I'm always distracted. Partially." Cyril lay on the ground and recuperated. "Who was that man Artik, and whose Cyrnic ...Crynic...Cyrbgiuf n?

Artik picked up a letter and read it aloud. " You're welcome, you bastard. " He sniffed it. "Vodka," he muttered. He cleared his throat, "Thank you!!" He shouted at a shadow swishing past at the speed of dark. "Huh? The Stranger, evidently. And I'm assuming Cynric is Cyrill-two-Ls with a new name."

Makoto nodded. "King Kai told me about him. Cynric is a fusion of Cyrill and someone else. Ad Cyrill..." Makoto clenched his fists. "Cyrill is my oldest enemy....he killed my wife long ago when she sacrificed her life to stop him. She was gone for good because of it."

There a pause. "Kerrigan." Cyril said suddenly. "Was that the woman I saw Makoto?"

Artik opened his mouth but then closed it, knowing it could wait.

Makoto nodded. "Yes...that moment...that last moment when she sacrificed her life to save mine....that was what changed me. I stopped murdering everything i saw. That started me down a better path. I thought I had killed Cyrill for good but......apparently I didn't finish the job."

"But... she came back... the graveyard... I..." Artik was curious as hell. "At least we know Dimitri's still around," he muttered.

Cyril remained silent and let them speak. He was too worn out to pry anymore into the past.

Makoto shook his head. "Artik whatever you saw was a lie. Her race has no soul. Therefor when they die they don't go anywhere. They just die." He looked at Artik. "Basically the way I am now." He sighed and told Artik everything he had told Cyril earlier.

He sighed and nodded. "Okay... One more question. What's all this purple blood?

"Hellspawn turned Namekian." Cyril explained, refusing to get up from the ground. "He totally had it coming."

Makoto nodded. "I sorta ripped him to shreds with my bare hands." He looked at Cyril and held out his hand. "Come on. Walk it off you pussy." He said with a slight tease."

Artik clapped his hands together. " So! Blue box?"

"I can get up but the grass is so fluffy..." Cyril sighed deeply and got up. "TARDIS it is then," He entered the spaceship.