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/qst/ - Saiyan Conqueror Quest 246
GrandDragonQM No.6301721
>>6301720
“Go ahead, drop your shield! Take your best shot, let's see who's faster!” he snarls, swinging his mace down once more. Deepening the crater your shield is making as he hammers you into the ground, but your aim doesn't waver. Pulling both triggers once, lasers firing from your pistols. Twin, BLUE lasers. The blue lasers that, for whatever reason, the yellow power ring's constructs somehow can't stop. Your shots fire straight through your shield, through Arkillo's morning star handle raised defensively to block the strike both as if they're not even there. Both blasts striking true, your left hitting him center mass, your right's straight between his eyes. Both energy shots pierce straight through his body and fly up into the sky before fading away, reaching their maximum range and fizzling out of existence.

“Should really study your own weaknesses.” you advise his corpse, dropping the shield as you collapse limply to your back, struggling to catch your breath. Another couple of hits and he'd have shattered your construct, crushing you to death beneath his massive conjured weapon. However, as you lay there, suddenly you see Chaya knocked into the air, then with a roar ascends.
“HRRRRRAAAAAAAA!!” she bellows, transforming beyond Super Saiyan Blue. Her dark blue aura blazing bright in the sky.

“Th-That's it Chaya. Show them. Why you're... The best...” you say, laying there unmoving as Chaya takes on her strongest transformation. Allowing yourself to rest, silently watching as you lay there and enjoy the show as she and a massive yellow construct, the same giant insect-like creature Sinestro created to battle her parents appears. But you're not worried. Knowing that there's no way she can lose this. You KNOW she'll win, your Faith in her and her victory unshakable.


-Saiyan Conqueror Quest 246 Intermission End-
/qst/ - Saiyan Conqueror Quest 244
GrandDragonQM No.6286842
>>6286839
“Right. C'mon, we can fight better out there than in here.” you reply, turning and leading your daughter out onto the Lookout. Taking a couple dozen steps out to one side, your other timeline daughter moving opposite you. Then when you stop and turn, she turns as well, clenching her fists. You see her start to murmur to herself, feeling her divine aura starting to rise. Watching as her aura blazes, transforming.

“HRRRAAAAAAAA!!” she roars, ascending to the partially-divine state. Golden aura blazing as she then launches herself towards you. Bracing yourself, you take your fighting stance as she closes in on you. Swinging a wild, heavy right for your head. Which you block with your raised left forearm, stopping her blow as a shock wave blasts out from the impact. Marron follows up with a left turning kick at your head, which you block by raising your right and stepping in, stopping her kick on the shin with your forearm. You see her eyes widen as her strikes do nothing, drawing her right back and firing a thrust kick at your chest, clearly planning to use that strike to make some distance. Instead, you lower your left, catching her heel and swinging her. Turning her own momentum into a throw as you pitch her straight off the Lookout. “Waaaaaaaah!?”

“Sloppy!” you call, chasing her down. Not closing in, waiting for her to recompose and reorient herself before dashing faster.
“Tch! HYAAAAA!!” she roars, firing a blast from her right. But you don't even slow, rolling counterclockwise and backhanding the strike. Redirecting the attack straight into the air, energy trail fading behind it as you continue closing in.
“Predictable.” you instruct, closing in and firing three quick left jabs. Restraining your power as you get in close, lowering your strength down to only around double her own as you fire your attacks. Marron shells up, not even attempting to dodge as she instead tries to withstand the blows. But seeing her defense, and the flaws in it step forward after the third jab, right uppercut landing clean to her guts. Doubling her over your fist as all the air is forced out of her body. “Uninspired. Where's the spark of creativity? The flourish, the unexpected? You're just going through the motions!”