Original Topic Name IV

Artik had time to kill before Cyrill was done. He decided to search out Chaz and see how he was doing.

Cyril bumps into Artik, "Hello there, got the gi!" He tosses it to Artik.

Artik turned around. "Cyril! Fantastic! RUN!" His eyes turned red, he couldn't move. He grew taller, fifty feet tall, revealing a white-furred Oozaru. Luckily, Artik's armour stretched. He wasn't in control anymore. Damn that moon.

Cyril nods slowly, taking it in. Artik just turned into a giant rampaging white ape- but I'm okay with that his face said. Cyril casually turned around and started walking away. Then he picked up the pace. The he fell into a sprint yelling at everyone in range to run.

Arai was in town searching for the orange saiyan. It was night time, Arai was about to go home just when the music in Arai's head began to go crazy. Drums were being bashed, but nobody was playing them. Arai looked over and saw it. He heard a man yelling from what appeared to be a dirty hitchhiker. He was being told to run away but Arai stopped him. "Don't worry, stranger. I'm quite sure we can stop him."

Artikzaru rampaged through a town, knocking over office buildings amd Children's Hospital, before noticing someone else and shooting a mouth beam.
HP 1430
Ki 2000-500=1500
St 480
Sp 230

Cyril tackled the strange kid from out of the way. They landed heavily and Cyril began giggling. "Oh yes I'm quite sure we can handle him!"

Health:1,210
Ki: 860
Stamina: 750
810-500= 310 speed

"RAAAAGGGGHHHH." Artikzaru stomped at the spot they landed.
St 480-180=300

Arai was knocked over by the dirty hitchhiker. He was about ready to fight back until he realized the gorilla was attacking him. Then, as soon as they had landed, the monkey was stomping onto the both of us. Arai grabbed Cyril and flew out of harm's way "I've returned the favor" Arai, knowing it was not the time to talk, flew up to the beast while send a punch towards the giant Monkey.

Speed - 650-180=470
Stamina 550-150-400

"Thanks, mate." Cyril got up and watched the stranger charge the immense Artik. He counts as an ally in danger right? Cyril's white ki flares into existence (Guardian form)

Health: 1,210
Ki:860
Stamina: 750
Speed: 310 + 125 = 435

Artik roared as the punch hit, slapping the kid to the ground and shooting ki at Cyril.
HP 980
Ki 1500-500=1000
St 300-100=200
Sp 230

Cyril, on the verge of dying violently by the hands of a friend, wasn't sure how to feel but it definitely qualified as emotional distress. (Racial trait activated) He shot a white ki beam at the incoming ki and poured all of himself into it.

Health: 1,210
Ki: 860 x 2 = 1720 - 1720 = 0
Stamina: 750
Speed: 435

Artik took the blast and fell to the ground. He transformed back and before he went unconscious, he said, "Tail.. cut... tail."

Cyril rushed over to Artik's body. "Kid! You alright? Do you have a knife or something?" He said, addressing the stranger.

((HP: 845-100=745))

Arai had fallen from the hit. He saw that the Orange monkey had turned into a man, an Orange man.

Arai walks over to the hitchhiker. The stranger asked for a knife, Arai happened to not have any, he then looked at his claws. He remembered his gene, he was part Raccoon. "No, but I do have claws. Could we scratch it off?" Arai had asked the hitchhiker.

"Yeah, best do it while he's still out cold." Cyril grimaced, "I imagine it won't feel very pleasant." Cyril moved out the stranger's way. He rolled his shoulders and calmed down now that they were out of danger.

Hp: 1,210
Ki: 0/2 = 0
Stamina: 750
Speed: 435 - 125 = 310

Arai looked down at the orange man. He knew his duty, and he knew that this was going to be a bloody mess. Arai grabbed the tip of the tail, and pulled it to its extent. Then, in one quick move, Arai had slashed off the tail, causing a splatter of blood all over the place. "I know that this must be an awkward time to talk, but my name's Arai. I'm chief of the Animaru Village in the West! Arai said, despite the blood all over him.

Cyril watched the tail writhe on the ground with a frown. He tore his eyes from it and turned to Arai, "Nice to meet you Arai," Cyril smiled politely and extended his hand for a handshake, "My name is Cyril." Cyril was familiar with the Animaru race. "You're the chief eh? Congrats! Is that title hereditary in your tribe or does the village in the West work differently than the other I have visited?" This Arai looked a bit young to be chief. Some calamity must have occurred to his parents or quite possibly his entire village. Cyril probably shouldn't have brought it up with that question...

Arai frowned at Cyril. It saddened him to even think about his becoming of a chief. "Yes, the title is hereditary. Although, I may seem too young to be chief, but a horrible disaster has been brought to my village, including my parents. But now isn't the time, what should we do with this man?"

Whoops. Cyril wished he would have thought of that sooner. But now to the matter at hand. What to do with Artik...
"Hmm. We could take him to a taxidermist. Serves him right for destroying that children's hospital." Cyril laughed to himself. "But in all seriousness we should probably get him inside and away from the moon. I don't know much about Solar Saiyans, for all I know they could still use that form without the tail or maybe they can grow it back. And besides, the police force will be here soon looking for the person responsible for all the destruction." Cyril grabbed Artik's front half "Get his legs and bring him in that building over there."

Solar Saiyan...? I thought this guy was just another version of an Animaru, Arai thought to himself. He then continued and grabbed the odd 'Solar Saiyan' by his legs and brought him over to the building, just as he was asked to. Now, they had to wait until the Orange one would wake up. Could this have been the man that Garruk told me about? Could this have been Artik? Arai had so many questions, but the best option seemed to be to wait until he woke up.

Cyril took stock of the situation. They appeared to be in an abandoned house, and a very nice one at that. No one was safe from the recession it seemed. Cyril went around the house and locked all the windows and doors and pulled the curtains to. "Isn't this exciting," Cyril mused as he entered the room again, "Hiding out from the rightly angry citizens of this city with a race that is disregarded by most as a legend." Cyril smiled brightly at Arai. "His name is Artik by the way and I believe he was waiting for you. Isn't that interesting?" Cyril muttered that last bit partly to himself and partly to Arai.

Arai smiled back at Cyril. Arai knew not of Artik waiting for him. He thought that instead of Artik, he'd find that Rick Ast-hole. "It is quite interesting. I was told by one of his..." Arai didn't know whether Rick was a friend or a foe. He then continued his sentence, "I was told by Rick Astley." Arai seemed disgusted when he said Rick's full name. He never liked him, with his Never Gonna Give You Up attitude.

That took the smile right from Cyril's face. Cyril made a face somewhere in between disgust and annoyance "Ooohh not him again," Cyril took his hat off and held his hand to his head in exasperation, "Why must he be everywhere I go!"

"So you've met Rick Ast-hole, then. And, from the looks of it, you really don't like him," Arai said. Then he began wondering about Cyril. "And what are you, Cyril?"