Alternate Timeline Fight- Free for all, Rutaba vs Touma vs Ban Ban

[Deleted member 4]

The Gizard Wasteland stretched endlessly beneath a scorched amber sky, where jagged stone pillars and fractured cliffs rose like ancient ruins abandoned by time. Temperatures climbed mercilessly beneath the blazing sun, forcing waves of heat to ripple across the cracked earth while dry winds howled through the canyon passes with enough force to carry dust and grit for miles. Dark storm clouds occasionally gathered over the distant horizon, releasing brief flashes of lightning that illuminated the barren terrain before vanishing as quickly as they appeared. The air itself felt hostile and suffocating, heavy with the scent of heated stone and sand, turning the wasteland into a brutal and unforgiving region where survival demanded constant endurance from all who crossed it.


Rules: Everyone is at the BP of 10,000. With one Senzu Bean.
No Reward.​

 

[ZeroNight]

The vacant unforgiving region appeared to be home to none. However, in the distance a hooded figure appeared wearing a tattered cloak that partially obscured his appearance. It masking his face while leaving his bodily appearance exposed. He sported a pair of tattered hand wraps, a black pair of shorts, a pair of black knee pads, and some ankle/feet wraps. He came completely empty handed with nothing but his will and body. Though to some this would seem like a foolish decision. To Touma this was how he proved his mettle by entering conflicts with nothing but his mind and body.




Touma received a challenge from two adversaries that he hadn't encountered before and he couldn’t wrap his mind around the reason for such a challenge. However, that didn’t matter to him. The fact that he was issued this challenge is reason enough for him to appear. It appears that no one else had shown up and that was fine. Touma took this moment to look for a small stone formation to rest while he looked off into the distance. He closed his eyes and felt a surge of energy circulating throughout his being. The energy wasn’t physical but more psychological coming from his mindscape.

The young delinquent didn’t let his mind linger for too long as he opened his eyes now coated in a deep vibrant violet hue. While energy of a similar contrast started radiating off his body and permeating his immediate vicinity. He continued looking off into the distance awaiting of Ban and Rutaba of the Saiyans.



Health(HP)/Stamina(SP) - 1100
Strength/Attack Power - 2000
Durability/Defensive Power - 2000
Agility/Speed - 1750
Intelligence/Psychic - 2150
Ki Reserve - 1000
Ki Signature/Output - 10,000
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[Rutaba]

The burning winds of the Gizard Wasteland blew hot and scratchy across all the broken cliffs and rocks, kicking up dust everywhere. For a bit nothing moved at all.

Then a bright blue streak zoomed across the sky super fast.

Rutaba shot overhead like a little comet before he slowed down with a big ki burst that kicked up a huge puff of sand under him. He floated there for a second, looking around at the giant empty wasteland with big eyes.

“…Whoa, this place is really really big.”

His brown tail swished behind him while he scratched the side of his head with one hand.

“And kinda super dry too.”

The little Saiyan dropped lower till his boots hit the cracked ground. The hot air from the dirt felt kinda nice actually. He looked all over the cliffs until he spotted the lone hooded person just sitting there on the rocks real quiet.

Rutaba blinked a couple times.

“…Huh.”

He might look like a normal six-year-old kid, but Rutaba was way tougher than that. His power was already crazy strong for his age. He could take big hits that would smash cliffs apart, zip across valleys in a blink, and make the ground crack just by getting a little excited.

Blue ki crackled around his small fists as he tested the air, making little rocks float up for a second before they dropped. He could feel the stranger’s energy from here — it felt pretty strong and kinda scary. When he let out a tiny bit more ki the air got all shimmery and the dirt under his boots started cracking.

What made him really fun in a fight though was that Saiyan stuff in his blood. Tough battles made him get stronger super quick, plus he had good instincts, never gave up, and loved throwing punches.

A big gust of wind ripped through the canyon, blowing sand and rocks all over. Rutaba narrowed his eyes and took a step forward, boots crunching loud, with a faint blue glow flickering around him.

“Hey!”

His voice echoed off the cliffs.

The young Saiyan frowned a little, his tail twitching behind him.

“…You’re either really brave…”

He let a bit more ki leak out on purpose, making some nearby boulders shake and crack.

“…or you’re really really strong.”

He tilted his head, a small grin starting to show before it kinda went away.

Rutaba walked closer slowly, stopping a little ways away. He stared at the hooded figure for a second then pointed right at him.

“…Who are you?”

A cheeky little grin spread across his face even though his tail went all stiff and twitchy.

Everything got quiet for a moment except the wind howling.

Rutaba crossed his arms tight, trying super hard to look cool and tough.

“My name’s Rutaba. I’m a Saiyan.”

He waited a beat.

“…And if this is one of those fights where we say hi and then somebody throws a punch…”

His tail gave a slow restless flick.

“…I didn’t start it.”

Another short pause.

Rutaba’s grin got sharper, eyes sparkling with excitement.

“…Let’s get this party started!!!”

Stats
Health / Stamina - 1,000

Strength / Attack Power - 2,400

Durability/ Defensive Power - 2,100

Agility / Speed - 1,900

Intelligence / Psychic - 500

Ki Reserve - 2,100

Ki Signature / Output - 10,000
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[Deleted member 12]

Floating high above the rocky wasteland, Ban observed the vast expanse before him, examining the rugged and dry terrain; the dry winds carried thick dust clouds and ashy ground possessed zero moisture on its visible surface. The relentless heat of the sun caused the air of the rocky wasteland feel thick and almost suffocating, but this oppressive conditions wase merely a familiar challenge to a seasoned warrior and adventurer like Ban. He slowly descended, landing softly atop a tall, jagged stone pillar, and in that instant, he sensed the presence of two other individuals nearby. One was a small saiyan child and the other a mysterious figure shrouded in a dark, tattered cloak, clearly meant to disguise their identity.



Ban watched as the saiyan child approached the hooded man, acting like a cheeky little rat, pestering him with a ton of questions. "Tch..." Ban sighed a relief that it wasn't him being bombarded with a ton of question. The boy's voice echoing off the cliffs, he was loud and rumbunctious, however his enthusiasm was quite entertaining, to Ban it was like looking at younger version of himself. "Well then let's get started little one" Ban's soft yet calm voice echoing from above almost like a telepath whispering into your mind, his ki was surging violently and aggressively; he was getting excited in the presence of a fellow saiyan, his tail swinging back and forth swatting the air around him.

"I don't think that guy is here to talk so you better keep your guard up or you're toast"

Ban warned the little saiyan he could tell that both individuals had strong ki, but the age gap meant that there were years of experience that the boy may lack. Being too naive could lead to one's immediate down fall, and unlike most Ban never really cared to flex his strength, but the thrill of good battle was always fun to him; he hoped that this would be an epic encounter capable of pushing him past his limits. He'd watch from above standing on the tall stone pillar, patiently waiting for one of the others to make their first move.

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Main Categories​	Stat Points​
Stamina/ health​	1,000​
Strength/ Attack​	3,000​
Durability/ Defense​	1,000​
Agility/ Speed​	4,000​
Magic/ Intelligence​	1,000​
Ki Control​	1,000​
Total (Ki Reserves/ Battle Power)​	10,000​

 

[CairoOnyx]

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In the distance, another presence could be felt appearing within the desert like area. Any who may lay eyes upon this individual will only be able to make out his eyes and the gems on his clothing as the little light that shined through the clouds bounced off of him. In an instant, the warrior vanished from the distant pillars and a few meters behind Touma. Slowly walking forward with his hands in his pockets and holding a menacing smile. His dark brown tail swayed side to side behind him while his hair and cloak blew with the breeze. Once the child finished what he had to say about getting started, all the older saiyan could do was chuckle at his bravery. A kid? In a place like this? It was definitely interesting. Though shortly his gaze moved to the one who stayed back, as just as Lotren was standing at a short distance of 6 feet from Touma. he finally decided to say something.
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Lotren: You should listen to the one up there. He seems to know his place here.​

He hadn't even been planning on fighting anyone and hoped he'd just have a peaceful time in the desert to think and clear his mind. However, this was proving to be an interesting situation and he planned on joining in now on whatever is it was that was about to begin.
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Lotren: Once this starts, don't expect mercy simply because you realize you made a mistake...​

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Main Categories​	Stat Points​
Stamina / Health (Not Included As Part Of PL)​	1,000​
Strength / Attack​	2,000​
Durability / Defense​	2,500​
Agility / Speed​	2,000​
Magic / Intelligence​	2,000​
Ki Control​	1,500​
Total (Ki Reserves / Battle Power)​	10,000​

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[ZeroNight]

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Touma stayed seated on the rock formation when one of his challengers decided to join him. The first to arrive was a child that could only be seen as the definition of a ball of energy. He descended from the heavens and immediately began to pester Touma. However, one thing was for sure and that was he was ready for the conflict to ensue. The young delinquent noticed a crackle of energy surrounding the child’s hand causing some of his energy to permeate the environment momentarily enough to cause small stones around him to levitate slightly off the ground. The grounds fell to the ground as he stood in front of Touma with his arms crossed. An attempt to look cool but Touma could care less about appearances. He couldn’t help but notice that there was another presence near him as a wave of violent energy swept through the area in an attempt to assert his dominance of him and the child.

The new challenger’s appearance was very similar to the child’s. This was to be expected as both were beings that descended from the Saiyan race. This new adversary had issued a warning to the young child that Touma couldn’t help but find amusing as there were no lies in his words. To the young troublemaker’s surprise. The second participant didn’t join them on the ground and instead decided to position himself atop a tall stone pillar. This attitude could only be seen as a cunning predator waiting for its prey to weaken before pouncing. Touma rolled his eyes at the cliché tactic and slowly shook his head side to side at the fact that someone would still try to implore such a tactic.


He finished circulating mental essence was filtered into the core of his being and consolidated to aid in the formulation of a dual pair of psychic fabrications. The first of constructs was of an overweight male with light blue skin and a slightly vascular appearance. It had a pair of crimson eyes with glowing yellow irises and long scruffy obsidian hair. Around its neck was a necklace fashioned from smaller skulls and teeth; attached to the necklace are long strings with jagged teeth at the ends. Its mouth was full of jagged fangs while sporting a draped, unstitched garment consisting of tiger skin with the tiger's head on the shoulder. In its hand was a humanoid skeletal spine and skull that he wields like a staff. This fabrication is the first of many and was named Baal Zebul. He remained dormant inside of his creator ready to enter the fray and lend aid.

Just as Touma was preparing to stand up and prepare himself to deal with the two adversaries that had decided to join him. He couldn’t help noticing a nagging sensation bothering him and slowly turned to notice that there was a near towering figure starting to approach him. He casually walked closer to Touma and the child Rutaba. He noticed that his face was anything but cause as this mysterious individual wore a menacing smile on his face. Touma could help but take notice of such a figure as he rose from his seat and turned his attention away from Rutaba to face the approaching man. The young delinquent decided that he would meet such a man head on and began walking toward this hulking Saiyan. He could feel the dry body of earth under the soles of his feet with each step he took to approach this new participant.



While approaching this new Saiyan adversary, Touma had reached up to pull down the hood of his tattered cloak to reveal his face. He wished to look this man in his eyes and for him to look into his. After unveiling his face, he wasted no time with removing the rest of the tatted cloak exposing his lean physique of compact muscles. Despite not being the biggest, Touma always took pride in the fact that bulging muscles were not always necessary to win a conflict. His mental essence is still circulating throughout his being to formulate a second of a dual pair of psychic avatars. He stood face to face with the bulky Saiyan and proceeded to momentarily shift his gaze to the Saiyan standing on the pillar. He finds his attempt to stay at a distance away from the conflict to be an interesting decision and has decided to send out the completely formed avatar at him.

The large avatar that was composed of psychic energy was ejected from Touma’s body and immediately propelled itself at the Saiyan standing on top of the pillar. Upon entering the radius of the near seven foot behemoth, it would swing its skeletal staff at his cerebellum in an attempt to administer blunt force trauma to him.



While the avatar is dealing with his adversary, Touma turns his attention back to his opponent and draws his less dominant foot back slightly lowering his stance while drawing his left hand back to telegraph his attack in an attempt to draw out an exchange between the two opposing forces. Then steps forward with his dominant right foot and quickly rotates the heel of his left foot outwards away from his body, sending the force from the ground to his knee and up to his hips. Simultaneously rotating his waist and torso sending the force up to the shoulder. The young delinquent swings his shoulder and entire arm at his opponent sending the force into the end of his fist. The target of this attack was none other than Lotren’s face. This was not an attack to ko his opponent but an attempt to have a pure physical altercation.




Health(HP)/Stamina(SP) - 1000
Strength/Attack Power - 2000 (+200)
Durability/Defensive Power - 2000 (+200)
Agility/Speed - 1900 (+200)
Intelligence/Psychic - 2400 (+200)
Ki Reserve - 1700 (+200)
Ki Signature/Output - 10,000​

 

[Rutaba]

Rutaba’s tail flicked wildly behind him as the wasteland suddenly got crazy.

The dry wind kicked up dust around his boots while that weird psychic monster thing exploded out of Touma’s body and went flying straight at the big Saiyan on the stone pillar.

For a second Rutaba’s eyes went super wide and sparkly.

Whoa, that thing looked awesome!

His fists tightened up on their own.

Every part of him was yelling CHARGE! Punch it! Kick it! Start fighting right now!

But then he actually stopped himself.

The little Saiyan blinked hard.

“…Wait a minute.”

His tail froze mid-flick.

The big excited grin on his face kinda faded while he actually tried to think for once.

Touma wasn’t even looking at him.

The giant Saiyan up on the pillar wasn’t looking at him either.

They were both totally focused on each other.

Rutaba stood there for a second while the hot wasteland wind tugged at his clothes and messed up his hair.

Normally he would’ve already blasted in there screaming.

Normally he would’ve punched first and asked questions never.

But that was usually how he ended up flying through mountains.

Or getting buried in the dirt.

Or getting yelled at a lot.

His face scrunched up all serious-like.

“Okay…”

He pointed at Touma.

“That guy’s got weird monster buddies.”

Then he pointed at the giant Saiyan.

“And that guy looks like he could launch me into next week.”

A short pause.

“…And nobody’s even paying attention to me.”

For some reason that bugged him way more than it probably should.

Rutaba crossed his arms tight.

His tail swayed slow and grumpy behind him.

He was actually thinking.

If he jumped in right now he’d just be the easiest target ever.

If he jumped in front of the giant Saiyan, Touma would punch him in the face.

If he hit Touma, the giant blue guy might smash him right after.

And if he just stood around doing nothing…

Well… that was super boring.

The little Saiyan suddenly grinned big again.

There it was.

A plan.

Not a smart plan.

But a total Rutaba plan.

The ground cracked under his feet.

A faint golden-white aura flickered around his small body.

Not a full transformation.

Just enough to say he meant business.

Instead of charging straight at either of them, Rutaba suddenly blasted up into the air.

BOOOOM!!

A big shockwave exploded under him.

He shot way up high, hundreds of feet above the battlefield, before stopping to look down at everything.

From up here he could see it all.

Touma.

The psychic monster thing.

The giant Saiyan.

The way the dust was moving.

Who was where.

Where the openings might be.

His eyes narrowed.

For once he wasn’t just rushing in like an idiot.

He was watching.

Learning.

Trying to figure out who was gonna swing first.

Who looked stronger.

And exactly where he could hit the hardest.

His tail whipped back and forth like crazy with excitement.

The urge to dive-bomb somebody was getting really really hard to ignore.

But he held himself back.

For now.

Floating way up high above the chaos, Rutaba grinned down at the fight below with sparkling eyes.

The second somebody messed up, or the second somebody left an opening. The little Saiyan was going to be the first one there to smash it.

Stats
Health / Stamina - 1,000 (+200)

Strength / Attack Power - 2,400 (+200)

Durability/ Defensive Power - 2,100 (+200)

Agility / Speed - 1,900 (+200)

Intelligence / Psychic - 500

Ki Reserve - 2,100 (+400)

Ki Signature / Output - 10,000

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[Deleted member 12]

"Hmph" Ban watched everything from above and took notes, the hooded guy barely even flinched a muscle, with no response or reaction to the encroaching danger the hooded fellow continued sitting their almost mockingly. Ban smirked and chuckled, placing his hands in his pockets meanwhile the mysterious induvial summoned some sort of giant man like monster with blue skin; how this was done Ban had no idea, but the creature would race towards the young saiyan hoping to clobber him. Ban watching carefully and patiently he remained calm mimicking his master's behavior, as this giant blue monster got closer it swung what seemed to be a staff or a club made from a human spine and skull. By its barbaric appearance Ban could tell that it had more brawn than brains, wildly swinging his weapon aiming to smash the back of Ban's skull; to Ban the giant's movement was slow and predictable, he'd lean back just as if he were playing limbo duking underneath the attack gracefully dodging it with finesse. The bone staff just barely missed its target passing over Ban's nose just being a strand of hair away from making physical contact, chuckling and quickly flipping backwards within the same second land at the edge of the rigid pillar balancing on his toes waving goodbye to the giant Baal. Unknowing of his opponent's strength he rushed at him full speed, Ban's body seemingly flickering before reappearing behind the individual who summoned the blue avatar, the very moment the delinquent moved to attack the newcomer(Lorten); spinning like a whirlwind before dropping low to the ground balancing and supporting his weight while his legs swept in a wide circular arc, aiming to sweep this opponent off his feet. He moved with incredible fluidity and speed appearing as nothing more than a blur of motion to the others, as he performed these actions in the fraction of a second. Had the opponent been swept off his feet and knocked off balance, to follow up with a deadly combo before his opponent can recover transitioning into a rapid series of upwards kicks, almost as if he was climbing into the air, aiming for his opponent's jaw and chin. Each kick infused with ki making each blow a stunning impact that set's them up for a super charged spinning roundhouse kick that delivers a concussive strike that would send his opponent flying.

Ban was curious about this new individual who had shown up out of the blue, this was a surprise, but he sensed no ill intentions coming from the guy, so he'd assume that he was also one of the fighters invited to today's sparring session. Sensing the ki of all of the induvial around him making sure he remained aware of his surroundings to avoid any surprise attacks. Unlike most fighters Ban's fighting style was more fluid like a constant motion, he unlike most martial arts with a fighting stance Ban used capoeira, swaying side to side with a rhythmic movement Ban was prepared and ready for battle. Because of saiyan genetics Ban was always ready for a good fight, he hoped his opponents where up to par and could put up a good fight. He could sense that each induvial here possessed a ki of equal level, so this wasn't a test of strength but a test of wit and skill. Ban's raw speed and power often gave him advantage in most scenarios but right now everyone seemed to be on equal footing, even the small saiyan child Rutaba who flew into their scoping the land like a hawk ready to dive swoop his target; although he seemed a bit unsure if he wanted to attack. The boy seemed to be enjoy spectating more than participating.
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Main Categories​	Stat Points​
Stamina/ health​	1,000 (+400 racial trait Saiyan/Human = 1,400)​
Strength/ Attack​	3,000 (+400 racial trait Saiyan/Human = 3,400)​
Durability/ Defense​	1,000 (+400 racial trait Saiyan/Human = 1,400)​
Agility/ Speed​	4,000 (+400 racial trait Saiyan/Human = 4,400)​
Magic/ Intelligence​	1,000 (+200 racial trait Human = 1,200)​
Ki Control​	1,000​
Total (Ki Reserves/ Battle Power)​	10,000 (+600 racial trait Saiyan/Human = 10,600)​

 

[CairoOnyx]

𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓛𝓸𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓷

Lotren is a Saiyan stuck between two worlds and two philosophies. Raised by the disciplined warrior Lottus and influenced by the ruthless of his grandfather Turles. Beneath his composed exterior lies an unyielding determination to protect those he loves, shaped by loss, hardship, and the burdens of his lineage.



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Lotren remain steady and calm with his hands in his pockets as the human removed his hooded cloak. The two shared an intense glare at each other for a few moments before Touma finally made his move against him. As such when Touma bent his leg and threw his punch, Lotren remained calm with one of his hands remaining his pockets. Leaning back and at the same time throwing a straight kick straight towards the chest of Touma at the same time of his punch. Should the kick be successful, Touma will simply stagger backwards a couple feet. Rather the kick landed or not, the saiyan will use the momentumum to turn his leaned back kick into a full backflip. During this he’d also spin around on one hand and bring the other one to help support as he immediately went into a breakdance formation from his backflip, sweeping at Touma’s legs. This wasn’t done to actually hit him due to the distance he may have staggered but to confuse him while getting closer. Once the first sweep motion was over, he’d continue into a half stand where he launch himself forward in a jumping flip where he'd aim to connect 2 kicks to the top of Toumas head then a spinning jump motion where he’d extend of his leg for an angled kick slamming straight into the chest of Touma. This kick alone will cause the man to slide back across the ground about 10 feet or skid across the ground 20 if he couldn’t keep his balance.



After doing so, Lotren looked towards the man with a smirk on his face. Not one of mockery but excitement. Lotren was finally about to put his fighting styles to the ultimate test and mix up his different styles into one for a more unique and unpredictable style. As such, unlike the usual side to side sway of capoeira, he took on a more “lazy” Muay Thai style with a very slight sway added. It was a strange stance indeed and at first glance it’d look more like a drunken Muay Thai stance.



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Main Categories​	Stat Points​
Stamina / Health (Not Included As Part Of PL)​	1,000 (+200 With Racial Trait) 1,200​
Strength / Attack​	2,000 (+200 With Racial Trait) 2,200​
Durability / Defense​	2,500 (+200 With Racial Trait) 2,700​
Agility / Speed​	2,000 (+200 With Racial Trait) 2,200​
Magic / Intelligence​	2,000​
Ki Control​	1,500 (+400 With Racial Trait) 1,900​
Total (Ki Reserves / Battle Power)​	10,000​

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[Deleted member 4]

The God Slayer

The God slayer is a Half Demon/half human time breaker in whom has quite the sophisticated personality, that is until an individual speaks about serving the god's and the omni-queen resulting in him becoming quite hostile, sadistic and brutal.


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Main Categories​	Stat Points​
Stamina/ health​	70,000​
Strength/ Attack​	14,000,000​
Durability/ Defense​	14,000,000​
Agility/ Speed​	14,000,000​
Magic/ Intelligence​	14,000,000​
Ki Control​	14,000,000​
Total (Ki Reserves/ Battle Power)​	70,000,000 Baseline​

A rift slowly spiraled into existence above Gizard Wasteland, descending down with a grandeur was a darkly uniformed man with a light complexion, spiked black hair with silk white bangs. His eyes a scarlet pigment stared down at the battle below. Watching as two warriors battled with martial arts, another a half saiyan he witnessed in the Prime Timeline who fled away being attacked by an unseen force, and a saiyan child with hesitation who in an alternate timeline led to the destruction of the earth. His face remaining calm and almost amused, without moving his arms or flaring aura he released forth a total of eight clones of himself through magic materialization, empowering them to his current level of strength with the use of dark sorcery. These eight clones each with their scarlet eyes glowing with such a sinister unfathomable gleam. As the Eight descended in an instant appearing behind and beside each of the Four fighters two per fighter, the sheer pressure of their aura and presence.

The energy of the God Slayer's presence and energy shifted the color of the environment to a shade of nightshade purple. Starting with Rutaba, the two Magical Clone's immediately attacked, the first lone striking with a single hand across the saiyan childs neck with a speed and power of 14million, while the second clone strikes with his right leg across the childs torso at the same speed and power, the two blows designated to sever the boys head off his shoulders, and his body cleanly in half in but what can be described as an instant. For Ban, the clone to his left instantly utilized Darkness hands through his ki that would grab at the saiyan half breed at a speed, power, and ki control of 14mil which would restrain the saiyan ban to the fate unbeknownst to him. As the half saiyan couldn't time skip as the God Slayer was well aware of his capabilities as a Time breaker and far exceeded the necessary power to shatter through the time skip dimension. This ultimately meant Ban was at the fate awaiting him as the second clone swiftly had his hand pressed Ban's mouth, though not covering his nostrils as he didn't want to dampen his ability to breath though it wouldn't matter as the moment the God Slayers hand cupped over the mouth of Ban, ki flooded down the throat of ban filling his body with trillions of nano sized balls of Ki each with the explosive force of consecutive energy blast. A single muscle movement, a single flaring of ki would instantly set off the mine field inside of the saiyan leading to all 1 trillion nano sized spheres going off which would ultimately atomize ban in an instant. In that moment both clones floated away with a sinister smirk that spoke a thousand words.

The two clones near Lotren acted swiftly and decisively as the first clone swiftly grabbed Lotren's arms the moment his collision with the human broke apart for a brief moment, it was here that with a swift 14 million speed and power a sicking tear would be heard. The arms of lotren being held by the first clone as the second Clone appearing directly behind the Saiyan, a twisted smile curled upon his lips as his left hand would pierce through the back of Lotren out his chest holding his still beating heart in his hand as he whispers in Lotren's ear,​

"I want you to know, in one timeline you achieved your dreams and became the King of Saiyans. But in this timeline, you died never getting a chance to reach it."​

With that he crushed the heart in his hand before pulling his arm free as those two clones returned to the original God Slayer. Finally the Human as the two clones floated in the air not bothering to approach him. Their ki flooding the air as a dense black miasma with a white outlining, their hands extended forth as the miasma of ki began forming a large vortex of energy above the human that begins raining down several ki blasts in the shape of needles, whether they hit or missed mattered not. As the needles plunged into the surrounding area allowing them to begin pulsating with a time limit before all 100 million needles erupt into a wide scale destruction reducing the entire Gizard Wasteland into a volcanic wasteland.
As the Clones returned to the original the Nine God Slayers floated their red eyes glowing as the original spoke with a calm tone,​

"Do not take it to heart, your deaths are but a way for me to spite the gods and Omni-queen..."​

Everyone gets one post before God slayer's clones attack- Granted by Kyo​