Rebuilding the Past [Training]

[Snare]

Snare cracked his knuckles as he waited for Saxophone's response, and as patiently as he could. The older got to his feet and walked a fair distance, turning back to him. If it took him any longer, the spotted namekian was sure that he would have just left. Whatever patience he had had worn out throughout the day, and now he was just running on the thought that it would be good. Hell, he didn't even try to hide the annoyance on his face, or the gentle tapping of his foot as the seconds wore on. Snare lightly cocked his head to the side, wondering why he was putting so much distance between them. When it came down to it, he was sure that this battle was going to be close quarters; Snare can hardly remember the times that Saxophone used Ki, and when he used it Snare tended to do it pointblank. It worked too, harder to dodge even if it caused him a bit more energy and sometimes pain. He shook his head slightly, that was irrelevant. It was time to fight, to win really.

"Why not a spar which involves training which is a race."

Snare's brows furrowed at that statement, making him rather confused. How the hell could you spar, train and race at the same time? Literally it made next to zero sense; he could comprehend sparing and training together, but where the hell would a race fit in? Were they going to run while punching each other, aim for some invisible finish line? That seemed completely stupid and he would refuse doing anything like that. He had pride, after all, and he was not going to let that die even if it was for some form of... training? His strange imagining of them running through the forest while punching was obliterated as Sax spoke again; complimenting him. Or at least that's how the spotted namekian took it, completely ignoring the underlying message that he still needed to do a lot to improve. His confidence probably blocked that, just bounced it back. Snare's chest swelled, a grin growing across his maw. "Tch, I got enough power that I don't even need 'ta control it. Just gotta land a hit or two and my problem hits the ground." He clenched his hands, feeling the power at his finger tips. It was true in his mind. If he put enough force into a punch, possibly even a ki blast, then he wouldn't need to have control. The raw power would just burst of it's own accord, expel outward in the only escape route his body allowed. But that isn't to say he didn't want control, Snare would kill for it. It was always the illusive trait, some intangible power that was just not gifted to him. Maybe that was his biological father's fault, whoever that happened to be. Maybe they didn't want the kid to be controlled, just wanted him to be a burst of power to wreak havoc. It would make sense really, the Demon clan was renowned for their destruction and rather 'evil' tendencies. So maybe it was just written into his genes, made it impossible for him or anyone else to control himself.

Saxophone's voice quickly derailed Snare's train of thought, causing him to blink back the fog in his black eyes. Then confusion washed over him. What the hell had Sax said? With his big words and shit... Was he just asking him to punch him, or was there something else to it? He kept his face clear of his inner turmoil, not wanting Sax to know that big words never really helped in situations where he was tired as is. Distribution over full out what? Dispersion? So maybe Sax didn't want him just to punch him, maybe he wanted to see more than one punch? He could do that, that would be easy enough. Snare watched as Sax got in his odd fighting stance; he only found it odd because Snare never really got one himself. He always just lunged forward and hit when he could, blocked any attacks sent his way and took whatever was left. It worked pretty well for him, so he found no need to stand in one of those weird positions. It took less time too, less thought and more focus on the shifting power within him. He rolled both of his shoulders, his smirk becoming more and more feral as his joints snapped into place. With that done he shifted forward slightly, his back hunched as he prepared to lunge. "Here goes nothin' Sax, hope that little pose of yours does more than make 'ya look pretty." As soon as he said that, ki channeled into his legs and he dashed forward leaving rubble to shift like waves out of his way.

Snare reached his destination within moments, slowing right in front of Sax and went for the most obvious thing an opponent could do. He used his momentum, along with his strength to plant a solid punch in Saxophone's gut. He knew it would be blocked at the very least, so he quickly acted, moving fast enough to almost reappear behind Sax and let out an elbow aimed for his spine. After that he aimed two more quick yet powerful jabs to his shoulders in an attempts to pop them out and dislocate them. Then, as if to mix things up, Snare tried to sweep Sax's legs out from underneath him, which would be followed by a powerful jackhammer elbow to send him into the ground. Either way he dashed back to his original position, a couple feet in front of Saxophone. He cracked his knuckles, his grin growing. He knew that so long the older namekian didn't dodge every move that he would be feeling some sort of pain. "Hey, how the hell's this a race exactly?" He slurred out sounding disinterested. He would love to know exactly what purpose this was going to serve, besides the chance to his Sax over and over. Not that he wouldn't mind that, in fact he would love to just beat the guy to a pulp, but if he was just going to stand there and take it then it wouldn't be as fun. Snare's frame flexed slightly, as though subconsciously preparing for a counter.

[Saxophone]

Snare seemed to take a moment to contemplate his strategy, that's we he hoped he was doing at least. The guy seemed to have a wonderful tendency to find anything Sax did as something a brow could be raised to, he didn't know how he did it, but any action other than sarcasm and compliments were met with ill-faces. Sax snapped himself out of his little complaining day dream, if he kept this up in the fight he was going to get his ass handed to him by his own former student, he found the idea rather unnerving to be honest. There was a small gap of silence between the two as Snare seemed to prepare himself to attack, he was going to approach fast and wild like he always did, fair enough random results in unpredictable but he still knew the Snare flail train was on its way. He tried to analyse all the possibilities while Snare seemed to hunch rather than take any form of stance, not to self: Teach Snare a stance or style whether he likes it or not. But he was doing it again, and before he knew it Snare was at his doorstep with a fist aimed for his gut. 'This is why I use a stance.'

His hand was already in place, the fist connected to an open palm as he clasped around it, pushing it forward as he slid back from the sudden impact, but that was hardly the best Snare had. He vanished from sight, Sax's first reaction was to curve his entire upper body in a 'U' shape from side to side, the air which carried the elbow as it skimmed his back almost whistling against the cushion it had caused. Was Snare purposely trying solid blows in attempt to simply deal intense damage to someone like Sax? Snare was faster than most, so why did he use it in heavy attacks over rapid punches? It shouldn't have been his concern right now, and Snare certainly would not have taken the criticism as constructive. The next strike worked against his prediction, he moved his arms to his sides to strike a Snare on his left or right, only to take a strike to one of his shoulders. Snare had him where he wanted him, and truth be told the dislocation of his arm hurt a lot, but it was time to show him what he was talking about.

He tensed his operational side, focusing his energy into the area as Snare struck, the move landed with no impact, no reaction. Sax swung his upper body from side to side once again, allowing his arm to fling out and crack back into place. Snare hadn't focused at All on his lower body, he would probably move to incapacitate Sax completely in a flurry of attacks rather than leave it to pace, he hopped from the ground, leaping rather than jumping into a backward flip up and over the leg sweeping Snare. Sax was ready to fight back, strike the moment he had landed, only to see snare had already escaped and was grinning happily to himself. 'How is it a race?' He repeated the question, snapping his arm properly into place rather than his temporary fix, slowly working his back into stance while shrugging off the ache in his shoulder. 'Because if you don't learn fast enough, you'll lose.' He gave a over-confident grin to mimic Snares, if there was anything he could match him with it was competitive flair. 'My turn.'

He dug his heels into the ground, pumping up his power back to its peak before deciding his attack, ready to see how Snare would counter the opposite of his own style. He mimicked his brothers approach, appearing in front of Snare with a blurred arm, the attacks ranged from his face to his stomach, appearing behind him and repeating the process. He swapped from his feet to his fists, focusing his energy like a see-saw from attack to attack at an impressive pace. He decided to give Snare a break regardless of his current condition, hopping into the air and attempting to land a knee drop before bouncing in a zig-tag pattern to his spot he started on. He decided not to bore the guy with words, if he wanted to take turns he prepared himself for a counter attack instantly, keeping his mind in the fight over everything else.

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[Snare]

Snare watched as Sax popped his shoulder back in, content to know he hit him successful. Though he had wished he hit a little harder, he could have done something more than just dislocate the shoulder. For example, he could have broken it. He could recall the few times he had something broken, in several cases it was worse than just having said limb chopped right off; as if it was just chopped off, he could regrow it no problem. But when it broke and snapped, he would either have to wait weeks to recover or dismember himself and grow it back. More often than not he preferred the latter option, finding it much more faster than the conventional means of healing. Snare quirked an eyebrow at Sax's rather cheesy saying, chuckling to himself at how sad the attempt was and how his expression was mirrored. What the hell would he have to learn in sparring? Not to lose? Lesson learned, probably like twenty three years ago too. He found himself prepping, waiting for the inevitable. Sax spoke, and immediately Snare braced himself.

Not that the younger namekian would ever admit, but he was slightly impressed by Saxophone's speed. Only slightly, very slightly. He was faster, he was sure of that. He quickly appeared in front of Snare, and unleashed a barrage of punches. Refusing to dodge any of these punches, especially considering that they were weakened for the sake of speed, the spotted namekian used his forearms to bat away most of the attacks and catch the ones aimed for face with his palm. He always had priority in situations like these, even if he didn't do it intentionally. If he could not keep up he would allow hits on his chest, focusing his defense on his neck, face, and his stomach. Which is why when he was given the small break from defending as Sax went for his back, all he could feel was the tingling on his chest; the beginnings of throbbing. He should have known Saxophone would aim for his back next, something he never got the hang of defending. This tended to be because he was a bull rusher, he always kept the pressure on his opponent so that they could never attack back. He immediately regretted giving the older namekian a chance to fight back.

The first hit knocked his senses, making him nearly stumble forward. Then came the rest of the barrages; none seemed to be too damaging or designed to inflict some specific damage. However it was still too fast for him to be able to counter it, and so he just ground his teeth as hit after hit snapped into his frame and jarred his whole body. Eventually they stopped, allowing Snare to turn back just in time to block the knee with his forearms; positioned close enough to his body so he could handle the brunt of the force. Ki exploded out from the contact, and Sax began his retreat. Like hell Snare was going to let him. Without coming up with a plan the young namekian dashed after him, and not even half way there he stretched and grew his arm, throwing it forward at Saxophone. Regardless if it worked or not, he snapped his arm back into position before nearly disappearing and reappearing behind the elder. With a short bellow, he threw his fist forward with all his might; intent to send the man flying.

Even if it didn't work, Snare decided to keep the pressure on. He kept with the namekian as he sent quick punches and kicks after him, intent to bring Sax's guard up. The second Sax would put his guard up Snare he aimed a powerful guard breaker at him, trying to snap through it. If it worked, he would jam his feet into the ground and slam his head at the older namekian. If it didn't, he would try to bring his defenses up fast enough to prevent a full counter.

[Saxophone]

It looks like Snare was starting to get the picture, Sax put pride in his defensive work but he wasn't going to be able to predict what the namekian was going to do next if he was already in his face. His second jump resulted in Snare catching up with him quite quickly by stretching his arm rather than just trying to keep up. It was rushed, unplanned and a primal attempt to strike a fast moving target, a quick readjustment of his evasive manoeuvres place him in the command position over the attack, avoiding the attack but lowering his guard. Snare was on top of him the second he stopped moving, Sax was fast but he wasn't exactly a mind reader just yet. The hit connected as the sudden reflex to tense his chest and lock his footing saved himself from simply flying backwards rather, grinding across the floor. Snare didn't seem to want to let up, proceeding after him as he attacked from side to side with punches and kicks. It seemed simply absorbing the attacks wasn't going to work, Snare had shrugged off his flurry without a second glance while a single hit caused Sax to feel almost winded. He had to meet force with force, even if he was underhanded in comparison.

He moved his arms into position, Snare beginning to throw punch after punch, swinging kick after kick while Sax tried to slow himself down as he soared across the ground, rather to be moving this way than simply tumbling over himself in a crumpled ball. What he was doing seemed to be working, every strike he matched with his forearm or open hand as he worked into Snare's attacks rather than trying to take the blunt of their massive impact. It hurt, a lot, but in a fight it didn't matter how much something hurt as long as it didn't stop you from fighting back. Strike after strike wore away at Sax's limbs, but by blocking the full momentum the brunt of the damage was absorbed by both parties. Snare seemed to have had enough of the constant reflections and minor contact, delivering a focused blow to his weakened arm. Sax had to manage with a make-shift sacrifice as he lifted one of his feet from the ground, slamming it behind him as he ceased in his repetitive sliding, pulling his head back with the momentum of the sudden pause of his lower body, bouncing back with his head at the ready.

The noise emitted was like a thunder clap, and wasn't so much their head colliding with one another, more their energy building around them merging from the connection. The subtle wave of dust and wind settled as Sax found himself panting with his eyes locked onto Snares. Giving him a subtle grin before Snare quickly retreated, he seemed ready for Sax to leap right after him, but that wasn't the point in this exercise for him at least. It was strange fighting someone who before was so much smaller, not to mention angrier. Snare had learnt the control himself for at least the most part, Sax almost shuddered at the thought of Snare having the potential patience and speed he had? He would be a frightening warrior to face. He let out a casual chuckle, realising words would seem out of place at a time like this, he saw that Snare was just rearing for more as was he.

The guy could block and pretty much absorb impact just fine, he was going to have to try a different approach or his skirmishes were going to keep having him taking the strong arm of damage. He met Snare on his challenge, rushing toward him as he prepared for a counter attack with a mimic of stretching arms, throwing both of them to either side of Snare before pulling inwards, attempting to coil him within his grasp. He hopped off the ground suddenly afterwards, allowing the grip of his arms to pull himself inwards through the air and to slide across the ground as far as his arms would take him, pushing his back against the ground and kicking upwards towards Snare's chin, snapping his arms back to support him whether the attack landed or not as he began to pushing himself forwards with his hands, rapidly striking with his feet before rolling backwards for another attack.

He hit the ground running, coming out of his roll to start dashing forwards, pulling his hands back as if he was brandishing blades and moving to land two strong clawed strikes at Snare's defence before circling himself on his heel, hopping from the ground and roundhouse kicking thrice from the upper part of Snare's body to a leg sweep. He chose not to budge from his finishing position, keeping close with Snare as he prepared for a retaliation.

[Snare]

Snare's head collided with Saxophone's, a loud sound corrupting the air while each warrior backed up, one visibly more stunned than the other. The younger of the duo stumbled slightly, feet having trouble against the rough terrain as he pressed his hand against his head as pain and disorientation washed over him like a blanket of cold. He tried to open his good eye, but his vision wouldn't focus. He could barely differentiate between colours as they meshed together with odd textures and gradations, he couldn't even begin to tell shapes apart from others. He could hardly even acknowledge them as objects. Not wanting to suffer the nausea or even the disorientation - for there was something completely wrong when he felt like he was standing up side down - he shut his eye again, tightly bunching it as if it could dispel the feeling. It couldn't, he would never be so lucky. He hadn't gotten this dizzy and overwhelmed since what seemed like forever; there was hardly anything his head could break through. Snare groaned under his breath, absently wondering what the hell the elder's head was made of. It had to be something akin to indestructible steel, as he had always believed his stubbornness gave him a hard skull. Boy was he fucking wrong.

Snare recovered his bearings quickly, snapping his head back and forth to clear any residual dizziness. However he had no time to physically orientate himself, for the second he reopened his working eye he could feel arms against his own. His vision shot down, and lo and behold, Sax had his arms tangled around him. Wiping the surprise from his face, Snare worked on escaping the grasp, trying to slip through. Apparently he had a good grip though. Curious as to what his plan was, Snare looked up from the older's arms just in time to see Sax bring his foot into his chin. In hindsight, if he simply grew he would have been able to break free without even the slightest of problems, but for some reason his mind didn't think it through; probably had to do with the fact that his brain was turned into goop with the last hit. Yet on a scale in comparison to this new hit, the one that smacked him in the chin, it was nothing.

The foot hit hard below his chin, snapping his head back painfully as his teeth sunk into his tongue. This resulted in purple blood flinging from his maw along with saliva and a simple curse. He stumbled backward, neck screaming in agony as his face contorted into that of pain. He slowly brought his neck back into it's proper position, his head swimming in adrenaline and pain. Thoroughly jarred from that hit, he lurched forward as he held back the bile from his stomach. He quickly noticed Saxophone's approach and barely put up his arms in time. Both claws raked across his forearms, trailing purple. Snare watched the rest as if it was in slow motion, seeing Saxophone's body shift it's center of gravity for what he could assume was a high angled kick. He quickly shifted his arm to his side, bracing against the three kicks. It thumped solidly against him, jarring his already very sore head with painful thumps as purple blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. With his head swimming, he wasn't able to react quick enough to the leg sweep; which crashed into his ankles and sent him forward.

However, muscle memory still aided him. As he crashed forward, he pulled himself close to allow for enough spin. The result was him hitting the ground and quickly rolling to his feet. He turned on heel immediately, happy that Saxophone had not taking the precautions to flee. Without even thinking about it, he sent a volley of comet tailed ki forward, watching as a couple hit the ground - spurring dust and ash into the air - and some hit buildings in the distance. He couldn't comprehend that though, for he was far too focused in the fight. Snare dashed forward, using hearing rather than sight to track down Sax through the clouded air. Within seconds he was once more in Saxophone's personal space, grinning wildly as he charged up a blast in both his hands. It could be evaded, but Snare hoped that the close proximity would do him good once more, and make the older namekian have to take it head on. Seconds after starting the mutant had sent a large beam of blackish purple energy at his once friend.

Not seeing if the attack had even hit, Snare dashed back; putting a decent amount of distance between him and the blast radius. Exhaustion was crippling him once more, but he ignored it for the pain induced adrenaline. With a steady growl escaping his maw, he let his energy flow wildly through his frame. The result was him growing about three times his size; reaching just around fifteen feet tall and an unexplained weight. Letting a chuckle escape his lips, Snare clamped his hands together and slowly pulled them apart. A large ki ball began to grow in his palms, causing his arms to spread apart further as sweated began to race down his face. The mutated namekian's plan was to wait for Saxophone to get close before sending it at him, or until the ball was bigger than the elder. Whichever came first.

[Saxophone]

Sax stunned himself as Snare crashed to the ground, this wasn't the combat response he was looking for when he retreated from his onslaught to get a better look of his next plan. Snare had simply taken all the attacks and decided to simply muscle through it, but was it too much? Was he hurt and simply ignoring it for a odd sense of pride? It left Sax to want to ask if he was okay, even move over to help him in the brief moment he could rather than proceed with his onslaught. His choice was ill advised by the voice in his head the moment Snare reared back into action, he should have known that even the strongest attacks weren't going to impact Snare while he was still concious, exhaust and injure maybe but never effect his combat capabilities. The guy was angry, he could see it in his eyes as he rose to the defenceless Sax, all that he could do in response to Snare's glare right through him was looked surprised, his one arm loosely brought up in front of him as his brothers so far signature frenzy unleashed upon him once more. They were inaccurate in most but the sudden pick up of dust and debris caused the barrage to be a lucky chance of even deflecting with his flimsy block... This was going to hurt, a lot.

Karma began to take its toll, the Ki blasts painting out a basic firing area and lighting the ground around the pain-prepared Sax. How could he have been naive to the situation like this? There he was thinking Snare was the one who needed training, he had lined himself up for a battering just because he was worried for the tank that was his brother in combat. His feet were off the ground before he knew it, trying to dig himself back into the dirt left, right and center only for another wide shot of energy to smack him in the face. He crumpled to the floor, taking more hits than he could count from the blinding environment. The ringing ceased in his ears, sitting up with a hand to his head in hopes it may help his destructive headache. He heard a hiss, a drone even? His eyes scanned the dust in panic, was is another energy attack? He'd lost even where Snare was standing after that onslaught. There was nothing he really could have done, simply slumping to his feet with his arms at his front, better to guess than submit defeat.

The beam was quick and clean, and luck just to happened to be on his side as his back alerted him to his close call. His back felt like it was coated in a thick flame, his reaction to the pain throwing himself away from the direction of the beam. A sigh of relief couldn't wait, the energy Snare had used was gigantic, he must have been going off reserves now at least. He dashed through the remnants of the smoke, going to grab the first site of Snare he could find only to realise his body was a lot larger than he last remembered. He had really gone to the extremes of looking like some evil overlord while he charged up his next attack. The beam he may not have been able to predict, but this mass of energy he was sure he could handle. 'So that's how it is!' He was scared, he wasn't going to lie to himself, but since when did that mean Snare had to see that.

He locked his feet to the ground, stretching out his legs and arms motioning almost for Snare to attack him head on, probably much like Snare the adrenaline courage coursed through him as a smile appeared on his face to match his brothers intimidating figure. It wasn't one of his brightest ideas, and by no means could that thing kill him. He had to try this for himself as much as proving to Snare that he could, though all he could do was prepare for now. The ball so far could so as much as incapacitate him, but that seemed to be the glory snare was looking for, he wanted dominance over his former mentor, he wanted to win. The least he could do was give him that opportunity. Snare seemed to have almost chosen what he was going to do with it depending on his action, and Sax was more than happy to oblige. He held his hands out as the monstrous ball of energy soared towards him like a mini meteor. The mini impact was sudden, feeling like he had pressed his arms against a wall which was slowly moving towards him, he soaked his remaining energy into his hands as they kept the ball from simply melding around him. Time for a little game it seemed.

The ball was almost touching his nose, his arms bent backwards from the force revolving in front of him like an unstoppable bowling ball, and with a roar behind his push he reared the ball into his hand, lifting it above him. He was exhausted, that was something which even made him chuckle in suprise, his head hung and shoulders hunched as he actually had to put effort into looking back to his brother. 'Here...' He said in a quiet breath, pulling his now controlling arm back as the energy ball adjusted, throwing the ball back with all the force he could muster... Which was right to say not that much. 'Catch!'

[Snare]

Snare eyed Saxophone with his black eyes, aggression radiating from them rather than anger. The more calm of the two just stood there, intent to decide against bringing the battle close quarters again. That was fine by Snare, more than fine actually. In a ranged fight he had the advantage hands down; though he would like to think it would be his advantage any way this battle progressed. With a cynical grin growing on his face, he let more power channel through him and to the ball between his fingers. It moved like water, ebbing out of it's circular form as though it had it's own mind. Just a bit more and all would be done. Seconds faded before it sparked, almost hummed. Content of the size to the darkish purple orb, Snare hurled it forward; aiming for his head the second Sax finished speaking. His body lurched forward with the momentum, and he watched with growing satisfaction as it got closer and closer and... The spotted namekian's eyes widened in unadulterated surprise, watching with disbelief as he stopped it; controlled it even. Snare didn't know Saxophone had it in him to reflect his ki, let alone on an accurate path. He erased the surprise from his face, officially determined to never underestimate them again.

Snare let an animalistic snarl escape his throat, his teeth fully barred. Instinct flushed through him, reining him in with a goal. His feet pressed hard into the ground as his legs flexed underneath the red material. Without even a second thought he dashed forward, using his energy to propel his large form faster than usually. As he closed in with the ki ball, everything seemed to slow down. He reached his hand forward, focusing with his palm as the ball collided with his green skinned palm. Rather than an explosion, he was easily able to rein in his own energy as he brought his arm back with the black comet. After the recovery, everything seemed to speed up. He could feel the ground flatten beneath his steps as he neared Saxophone; the same energy ball being shifted into both of his hands. He let out a droned noise as he brought the ball above his head and then directly down onto were Sax was standing. It resulted in an explosion, one that caused even his large form to stumble back as he blocked his eyes from the uprising dust and light. His breathing shallowed slightly, and his focus began to slip; this led to his frame shrinking and returning to it's large but regular size.

Snare didn't smirk or even grin, knowing full well that even if that hit Saxophone straight on the guy would not be defeated. So he contented himself to standing up proudly, relaxing his breathing and heaving chest. He blinked open his good eye a couple of times, ready to look for Saxophone and wherever he would attempt to attack next. However he froze, feeling a familiar surge of power wash over him. His eyes sharpened and dilated, his whole frame freezing as he began to break out into a cold sweat. He turned around slowly, stoically, as though he was fearful. "It can't be... why?" He mumbled lamely, disbelief lacing his deep voice. Snare couldn't believe it, didn't want to, but he watched the horizon with a knowing look. He had come.

A purple skinned humanoid began to take shape as it flew closer, a sardonic smile on his black lips. He slowed down as he reached, lowering himself to by Snare. "Ah, so it's you who is causing all the ruckus and reports. Oh, how foolish of you Snare. Did we not tell you the restrictions on your leaving privileges. We ought to remove those, hmm? Come now, we don't need another rat roaming the str- Oh?" The alien paused his soothing and charming voice as he landed a couple feet away, brushing a black lock of hair from his face as his green eyes stared at Saxophone with mild interest. "Who's this? Are we doing some illicit rendezvous with another slave Snare? Interesting. I don't recall anyone liking you; something about being an omen, and those horrid spot on y-" He was abruptly cut off by a fuming Snare.

"Drop it Adonic, and fuck off. I'll be back soon enough." He growled. The young namekian was doing everything in his power to hold his temper, but it seemed to be in vain. His black eyes stared the purple alien down, trying to convey to him that he should fucking leave. He made no such attempt, merely crossed his built arms across his chest. "What are you deaf?" Snare asked incredulously, jabbing a finger in his direction. "Fucking leave, I said I would be ba-" The namekian was cut off as Adonic appeared in front of him in a second, nearly pressing against him. His eyes sharpened in fear; he didn't even see the alien move. Within seconds a scream tore from his mouth, agony singing in his voice. He barely held consciousness as he looked down to his left shoulder, seeing nothing but a gorey stump. His breathing swallowed as he looked back to Adonic who was holding his arm; still twitching as if it were in shock. Snare paled, trying to bite back another scream that threatened to escape his maw.

"I'm not the slightest bit amused when you point your dirty fingers at me. You should know better by now Snare." Adonic mused in a soft voice, edged with a hidden threat despite the growing smile on his features. His words left no room for argument, along with a dark promise. "Now come dog, back to your cage." Snare bit back the growl he felt coming up, bit back the urge to attack. "Same goes for you," Adonic said as he looked to Saxophone with a glance. "Your handler is probably quite furious about your escape." He said disinterestedly, turning around before stepping into the air and beginning to fly off. "So say goodbye to your little friend Snare, and make haste. I don't want to dilly dally." His voice was light, chiding, and it made Snare grind his teeth for reasons other than pain.

"Yea, whatever." Snare said with clear disdain and pain lurking in his dark voice. He turned to face Saxophone, grasping his bleeding shoulder as he spoke. "I have to leave... Good luck with... whatever you intend to do." The young namekian felt an odd emotion surge through him at the thought of leaving, which was accompanied by an urge to hug his long lost friend. He went to do so, but was stopped before he could indulge as Adonic let out a warning whistle. Like a dog too far on it's leash, Snare was jerked back and turned to catch up with the flying alien. He threw a half hearted wave over his shoulder, fighting back the pain. He could feel the metaphorical rope around his neck tighten, the board beneath his feet preparing to give way. Would he forever be stuck in this hangman's gallows?

//STAY TUNED FOR ZE NEXT EPISODE OF DRAGON BALL T! What will happen to our lovely protagonists Sax and Snare?