Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2018 1:44:12 GMT -5
Another Earth city. Another pointless tournament.
The earthling crumpled like paper beneath Cress's fist. He nearly folded the fighter in half, the man flopping to the ground, limp as a noodle. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and from the dopey look on his face, he'd be seeing stars for the foreseeable future.
The battle royale had been going for ten minutes now. There were too many fighters this time, and in order to thin the ranks, the judges decided to pit the contestants in a winner-take-all sort of match-up. The last two fighters standing would duke it out, the victor being awarded a hefty sum of money and given bragging rights.
None of that mattered to Cress. In truth, he was irritated.
It seemed he was making no progress in his bid to gain insurmountable strength so that he could do what none of Namek's elders had the gall to do -- wrest control of the planet from the seven pillar tribes and lead them into a glorious future.
He needed true power. Not these tournaments, filled with men who crumbled beneath his fist like sand.
Now that the fool was eliminated, Cress could see that there were but two others remaining across the arena floor. Arms folded, Cress turned his attention to the sky overhead, observing the ghostly apparition that was Earth's moon at the height of noon day. He did not care who won between the two fighters.
The end result would always remain the same.
tag: Queen Kuueru // word count: 255