Planet Cereal

[Yozu]

Bellra didn’t respond to Vane immediately. She heard him, understood, and accepted it. Then she stepped forward. No hesitation, no glance back. If he had Lotren, then that was handled. Her part was everything else.

The difference was immediate. The weight that had been there before was gone. Her body felt lighter, not weaker, but freer. Movements came easier, cleaner. The energy inside her had settled, aligned, sharpened. Stronger.

Her eyes lifted as both opponents rose, ki gathering in their hands. No restraint. No survivors. She exhaled once, then moved.

The barrage came down fast, but this time she didn’t just evade it, she flowed through it. Each step landed exactly where it needed to. Explosions tore into the ground around her, but she stayed just outside each impact point like she already knew where they would land. One blast grazed past her shoulder. She didn’t react.

Then Lotren moved. His Kiai tore through the barrage, blowing the rest apart and forcing them back. Bellra felt the shift behind her but didn’t turn. His follow-up came instantly, strikes stacking, Syzoth’s balance breaking from Lotran's barrage

Bellra accelerated. No testing. The gap from before wasn’t the same anymore, and she knew it. Her approach was direct, controlled, angling just enough to avoid crossing Lotren’s path. Her eyes locked onto Syzoth, reading him clearly now.

She slipped inside his range as he recovered, movement low and tight. One hand redirected his arm the moment it moved, shifting it off-line. The strike followed immediately.

This time, it moved him.

“…There it is.”

She didn’t disengage. Her free hand lifted, palm angled toward him, and then it started. Small, condensed ki blasts fired rapidly from a single point in her palm. Controlled. Evenly spaced. Each one curved just enough to track him as he tried to stabilize, striking in sequence and forcing constant adjustment.

The barrage locked him in place, for every Ki blast that connected only improved their accuracy


Sudden Storm
“Now.”

She cut the attack instantly and stepped off-line, clearing the space in front of him completely giving Lotran a clean opening to end it. Bellra stayed close, just outside retaliation range, already adjusting for the next move, all the while making sure no stray orbs reach Vane.

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Location: Kings Castle
Order: Zerith (When He's Available) → Lotren → Bellra → Vane → Story​

 

[Story]

In a violent surge of force, Lotren’s Kiai detonated outward, a roaring shockwave of raw energy that tore straight through the descending blasts. The air screamed as opposing forces collided, and in the next instant, everything was blown back; dust, debris, and power itself forced outward in a spiraling eruption. Syzoth was violently pushed across the sky as he was driven backward, his larger frame resisting but not immune, his aura flaring in response as it was pushed and distorted. For the first time, his usual demeanor faltered and the force was enough to stagger him, his weight shifting unevenly as the blast disrupted his balance. His eyes narrowed immediately as the pressure broke. Lotren was already standing behind him before the moment could settle and in those same moments, a storm of strikes crashed into him. Each blow landed with so much more power than he thought was possible, hammering into his ribs and torso; forcing subtle jolts through his larger frame. Syzoth felt every impact, his muscles tightened as he tried to root himself, but the timing disrupted any stable footing. Then suddenly, the pressure vanished, leaving a split-second vacuum in the exchange. Instinct flared but it was too late, as Lotren then hit him with two crushing knee slams right into the back of his head and neck, snapping his upper body forward before the backflipping kick launched him a few feet across the sky.

He didn’t get the chance to fully recover as Bellra closed the distance with precise intent. She slipped inside his range the moment he moved, redirecting his arm with perfect timing to open his centerline. Her strike followed instantly, landing cleanly and forcing his body to shift mid-recovery. It wasn’t overwhelming force but it was enough to move him, enough to break his balance again. His eyes flicked toward her, something sharper forming behind them as her words cut through the tension. Then the barrage from the woman started. Small, condensed ki blasts struck in rapid succession, each one landing with precise timing that left no room for recovery. The first snapped his alignment, the second forced correction, the third and fourth stacked pressure faster than he could stabilize. Each blast curved subtly, tracking him as he adjusted, striking from shifting angles that kept him locked in motion. His body reacted with each hit which forced his stance to constantly shift. A low chuckle broke through the barrage, growing louder with each impact that followed.


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Syzoth: That's it! You learned!​

However, when he heard the woman say “Now.” as she stepped off-line, clearing the space in front of him. Syzoth looked both confused and intriqued, completely underestimating the power of the duo he was facing.
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Zorkon: Syzoth, pay attention you damn idiot, watch out!​

From the edge of the fractured courtyard, Tank moved next. There was no warning, just a sudden eruption of force as the ground beneath him shattered from the push-off alone. His charge tore a straight line through the area, a shockwave trailing behind him as he rocketed upward toward Zorkon. The air split with a thunderous crack the moment Tank closed the distance, his shoulder driving forward first, slamming into Zorkon’s midsection. The impact folded Zorkon’s body around the hit, his trajectory instantly reversed as he was carried higher for a split second before Tank followed through. Without pause, Tank twisted midair, driving a heavy elbow down across Zorkon’s back, the strike detonating with enough force to spike him downward.

He dropped after him like a meteor, overtaking Zorkon in an instant before delivering a crushing downward punch that connected squarely between his shoulders. The hit accelerated Zorkon’s descent violently, turning his fall into a full-force crash as he slammed into the ground below. The impact exploded outward, pavement fracturing in a wide radius as debris shot skyward in jagged bursts. Zorkon’s body didn’t stop there though, momentum carried him forward, skidding violently across the broken surface, carving a deep trench through stone and concrete. Sparks and dust trailed behind him as his body dragged, the friction tearing apart the ground beneath him. The skid only ended when he collided with a distant boulder, the rock formation cracking and partially collapsing from the force of the impact, leaving Zorkon embedded in the wreckage.



Location: Kings Castle
Order: Zerith (When He's Available) → Lotren → Bellra → Vane → Story​

 

[CairoOnyx]

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Bellra’s final volley faded just as the opening snapped into place, and Lotren moved without hesitation. The force of his speed created a shockwave as he launched towards Syzoth. Lotren closed the gap before that stability could turn into a counter. His fist drove upward in a brutal uppercut, connecting cleanly beneath Syzoth’s guard and snapping his larger frame skyward. The impact lifted Syzoth off his footing as his body was forced into ascent. Lotren followed immediately with a relentless manner, reappearing along Syzoth’s flank as his momentum carried him upward. Without pause, Lotren drove his elbow forward, slamming it hard into Syzoth’s chest with a concussive burst that rippled through his torso. The force stalled Syzoth’s movement just long enough for the next motion to take over. Lotren spun sharply on the spot, as his energy tightened around his leg as he pivoted into a downward arc. Then his foot slammed into Syzoth, smashing into the side of his jaw, sending him plummeting back toward the ground below. During this same time, Lotren lifted his righy hand with his palm angled forward as a blackish-purple sphere of energy began to form in front of it. The sphere pulsed, growing denser with each passing second, its glow casting sharp light across his body as his expression hardened into something absolute. The energy crackled violently, compressing into a concentrated core. Below him, Syzoth finally crashed hard into the ground.
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Lotren: This ends here! WILD CANNON!!​

Lotren drew his left arm back, then in a single motion, he struck forward; his left fist slamming into the sphere and launching it outward in a roaring beam. The attack erupted instantly, a blazing stream of black-purple energy tore through the air as it descended toward Syzoth with overwhelming speed. The impact will engulf him as it tears into the planet itself. For a moment, Syzoth’s silhouette will be visible within the blast before the beam intensifies, widening slightly as Lotren pushed more power into it, his stance tightening as he held the attack steady. The light grew brighter, drowning out detail, consuming everything within its path as the area itself seemed to bend under the strain. The energy surged one final time before detonating outward in a massive explosion, the beam breaking into a blinding eruption that will across the crater and beyond should it be successful. When the light finally fades, the castle ruins will be left scarred and smoldering with the air being thick with heat and drifting ash. The crater will have deepened into something far more destructive, its center nearly unrecognizable beneath the aftermath of the blast.​

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Location: Kings Castle
Order: Zerith (When He's Available) → Lotren → Bellra → Vane → Story​

 

[Yozu]

Bellra didn’t move when the beam fired. She didn’t need to. Her eyes stayed locked on the impact point as Lotren’s Wild Cannon tore through the air and swallowed Syzoth whole. The force rolled outward in violent waves, heat pressing against her skin, wind dragging at her hair and sash, but her stance held firm. Feet planted. Shoulders steady. She watched everything, the descent, the impact, the way the light consumed the space entirely as the explosion carved deeper into the ruined battlefield.

Only when the light began to fade did something in her shift, it was subtle. Her shoulders lowered slightly, her stance rising just enough out of its tight, combat-ready position. Smoke rolled through the air, ash drifting downward as the crater settled into silence.

“…One down.”

Her gaze lingered a moment longer, then shifted briefly toward Lotren. “Clean finish.” . The energy around her continued to settle, her hands loosening slightly at her sides, her tail easing into a slow, controlled curve as the pressure in the air disappeared.

Then she turned, not away, but forward. Her eyes lifted and locked onto Zorkon in the distance. No pause, no hesitation. What just ended was already behind her, her posture tightened again as she stepped forward, measured and deliberate.

“Your turn.”

As she spoke, a flicker of energy emitted from her palms, as if already preparing the next attack
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Location: Kings Castle
Order: Zerith (When He's Available) → Lotren → Bellra → Vane → Story​

 

[Story]

The moment Lotren’s uppercut connected, something inside Syzoth finally broke. The blow exploded upward through his jaw and spine with such concentrated force that his vision whitened instantly, his larger body lifted completely off balance as the pain surged through him. Before he could stabilize, the elbow crashed into his chest. A sickening crack echoed through the air as the strike compressed against his sternum, the impact forcing a violent gasp from him that sounded more like a choked snarl. For the first time since the battle began, Syzoth’s expression twisted openly in agony, his eyes widening as excruciating pain shot through his torso. The downward kick came next, and when it smashed into him, his body folded under the force as he was hurled toward the ground.

His crash shattered the battlefield beneath him, but this time he didn’t rise immediately. Buried in the smoking crater, Syzoth’s body trembled violently as he pushed against the broken stone, one hand clawing at the ground while ragged breaths tore through him. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth in heavy streaks, dripping onto the fractured earth below as his aura flickered wildly around him. Every inhale sent another wave of pain ripping through his chest, the damage from the Rising Vortex radiating deeper than brute force alone. His muscles spasmed as he tried to force himself upright, but even his immense durability struggled against the accumulated punishment.
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Syzoth: You… insignificant…​

For the first time, Syzoth looked genuinely hurt but then the Wild Cannon formed above him. The purplish-black sphere illuminated the crater in an unnatural glow, and Syzoth slowly looked upward toward the descending light. His eyes narrowed as he realized what was about to happen. The beam erupted downward an instant later, and the moment it struck him, the world disappeared beneath overwhelming force. The Wild Cannon engulfed his body completely, its energy tearing through him with such intensity that the crater collapsed inward around the blast. Syzoth screamed in absolute agony as the energy consumed him. His aura surged desperately against the attack, flaring in massive bursts as he fought to resist, but the beam kept pushing, kept burning deeper, erasing his resistance layer by layer.

Inside the blast, Syzoth’s silhouette thrashed violently, barely visible beneath the raging light. His skin split under the pressure, his muscles tearing apart as the energy overwhelmed even his monstrous durability. He tried to move forward, tried to force himself through the beam by sheer strength alone, but every inch felt like his body was being ripped apart. His scream broke apart into choking gasps as blood vaporized against the energy flooding over him. Then came the final surge. Lotren poured everything into the Wild Cannon, and the beam intensified one last time, completely swallowing Syzoth in a blinding eruption that erased his silhouette entirely. The explosion detonated outward and when the light finally faded, Syzoth was gone.​

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Silence lingered over the battlefield for only a few seconds before another presence rose from the wreckage nearby. Zorkon slowly stood from the collapsed remains of the distant boulder Tank had smashed him through earlier. Dust rolled from his shoulders as he straightened, the casual amusement from before now completely absent. His expression had gone cold and was more focused in a way the others hadn’t yet seen.​

Zorkon: ...So you actually killed him. - Fine then. No more games.​

Tank moved first, launching forward with another burst of overwhelming power but the instant he swung, Zorkon vanished. A sharp distortion cracked through the air behind Tank, followed immediately by an explosion of pain across his ribs as Zorkon’s kick connected from an impossible angle. Tank’s body jerked violently sideways, blood spraying from his mouth before another distortion appeared above him. Zorkon emerged again mid-timeskip, driving both fists down into Tank’s spine and smashing him into the ground below with terrifying force. The pavement exploded upward as Tank cratered into the battlefield, but before he could recover, Zorkon vanished again. Another strike hit his abdomen. Then his jaw. Then the back of his neck. Each attack landed almost instantly after the last, impossible to track normally, as Zorkon was skipping through moments in time itself. Next, Zorkon appeared directly in front of Bellra without warning, his fist would be buried deep into her guard before she could fully react if she wasn't able to pick up on what was happening during the interaction with Tank. The will have impact launched her backward through the air, but he'd vanish again. Lotren will have been the next target with a about 3 fist prints on his jaw, abdomen, and chest if he also couldn't avoid the attack; the collision will have sent a shockwave ripping outward as he Zorkon finally engaged both of them directly. Unlike Syzoth’s overwhelming brutality, Zorkon fought differently, every disappearance followed instantly by another devastating hit from a completely different angle.

Tank struggled to rise from the crater, body shaking from the relentless barrage he’d endured, while Bellra and Lotren were forced immediately onto the defensive against Zorkon’s time-skip assaults. Distortions cracked through the air constantly now, each flicker followed by another impact somewhere. Zorkon moved through broken moments like a phantom, impossible to pin down for more than an instant at a time. And unlike before, he wasn’t smiling anymore.

Location: Kings Castle
Order: Zerith (When He's Available) → Lotren → Bellra → Vane → Story​

 

[CairoOnyx]

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Lotren might have had a new boost in power which he was able to use to his advantage against Syzoth, but he had no idea how the other one fought. As such, once he had moved from Tank, then onto Bellra, he finally made his attack on Lotren. While he was able to take a few of the hits without taking too much damage, some of the ones that followed did actually cause him to wince and jerk his body a bit. Even so, Lotren leaned over for a moment as if he was about to fall down to one knee but caught himself. Then came another wave which he was able dodge a couple, and block a few more before the final 5 hit him once more which ultimately staggered Lotren and made him take a few steps backwards.



During his stagger backwards, Lotren raised a finger towards Zorkon and shot off 4 death beams with the intent of piercing through his chest, left thigh, right arm, and neck. Trying to avoid using the power ball and transforming into great ape to minimize the destruction of the planet. For that reason, he utilized the skid back to do af flip after shooting the death beams to grab his Time Cutter blade from the ground that he dropped during his battle against Syzoth. Without wasting anytime, he immediately charged his sword blade with Ki and slahed the air around 12 times in quick succession, shooting sharp ki blades out towards Zorkon in an attempt to slice him into pieces.​

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Location: Kings Castle
Order: Zerith (When He's Available) → Lotren → Bellra → Vane → Story​

 

[Yozu]

Listen while you read

The moment Zorkon appeared in front of her, Bellra understood the difference between him and Syzoth, Syzoth overwhelmed space with force. Zorkon ignored it entirely.

The punch buried itself into her guard before she could fully react, the impact detonating through her arms and chest hard enough to launch her backward through the air. She twisted mid-flight and forced herself down into a rough slide across broken stone, boots carving through debris before finally stopping. Pain pulsed through her forearms from the block alone, but she ignored it immediately, eyes already tracking the battlefield again.

Then Zorkon vanished from her.

The next distortions cracked across the battlefield around Lotren instead, each skip followed by another brutal impact from impossible angles. Bellra watched carefully as Lotren staggered under the barrage, forcing himself to recover between hits while trying to adapt to the rhythm of Zorkon’s movement.


Was it pure reaction? timing? one thing she knew it wasn't speed.

Her breathing steadied, every disappearance carried the same microscopic fracture in the air beforehand, tiny pressure shifts, space folding incorrectly for a split second before he emerged somewhere else. He wasn’t moving conventionally. He was cutting through moments.



Her golden eyes narrowed as she stopped trying to follow Zorkon directly and instead focused on the distortions themselves. The aftershifts. The displaced air. The pattern hidden underneath the attacks.

Then Lotren countered, the Death Beams tore across the battlefield first, forcing Zorkon to commit to movement paths while the following barrage of Ki blades flooded the surrounding space with intersecting angles sharp enough to cut off entire escape routes.

Bellra moved instantly.

Not straight toward Zorkon, but diagonally through the battlefield, weaving just outside the paths of Lotren’s attacks while closing distance low and fast.

The distortions cracked again nearby.

“…There.” she spoke, a rather sinister smile emerging from her lips



The instant Zorkon emerged from another skip, Bellra thrust her palm forward and unleashed a compressed Sudden Storm barrage directly into the surrounding space around him. Small violet ki blasts erupted outward in rapid succession, curving immediately after firing to overlap the areas his distortions kept converging around.

Not random fire, calculated saturation, each shot forced another adjustment. Another reposition. Another moment where his movement options became narrower, she wasn’t trying to overpower him, she was trying to force his time-skips into predictable space to allow for Lotran to directly hit or even her own Ki blast to hit.

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Location: Kings Castle
Order: Zerith (When He's Available) → Lotren → Bellra → Vane → Story​

 

[Deleted member 4]

As Vane sat, recuperating the lost Ki he had used during his technique of Gift, His eyes watched for brief moments of being able to keep up the swift decisive actions taken to eliminate the foe that had brutally had them on a one sided way to deaths door. Letting out a whistle in astonishment, the secondary attacker seemed to possess far more strength, speed, and durability, but also a strange technique that allowed him for what can be described as instantaneously move delivering attacks that follow right after. Watching as Lotren and Bellra do their best, he only managed to muster about half his reserves back, a fact that seemed to delight him with the prospect of a thrilling battle where he can let loose. Slowly pushing his palms against his thighs, his legs pushing against rubble beneath his feet, he rose up, the raw gusts of air caused by the rapid use of energy from Lotren and Bellra swayed his Scarf, jacket and hair.

His eyes locking onto where the battle was taking place, watching and analyzing the disappearances and reappearances of this foe and his strange technique. There was no visible ques nor visual shifts with what ever technique he was using, but one thing did catch Vane's attention. Each time this Opponent disappeared and Reappeared it occurs between .03 to .05th of a second, and each movement or action seemed to follow a strict linear movement or predetermined action. His left index finger and thumb gently rubbing his chin as he began formulating the necessary counter as simply out speeding such a technique would need to be done beyond the three's capabilities, and breaking through was out of the option. So their only true option was to predict this opponents next movement, his next attack; a tactic which is just guess work and has a 25% chance of success. The other Option was an Intuition through Ki sensory, As what ever technique this foe was using had three criteria's, A physical Wind up, where this opponent has to make shifts to his stance before disappearing, during the period of him vanishing, the movements are linear following a set predetermined motion, and Each attack seemed to have a Predictable habit, whether locations he is attacking or targeted vital spots. This knowledge gained by watching and assessing this foe's battle with Lotren and Bellra gave Vane all he needed. As the Moment this foe Zorkon had disappeared after his assault on Lotren, Vane's right arm extended out swiftly, invisible threads of Ki firing at high speed directly to the location in front of Bellra.

Just as Zorkon manifested in this physical world through the technique he was displaying, right as his fist seemed already connected to Bellra's Guard sending her back, the invisible threads of ki had latched on to Zorkons forearm. With His right fingers swiftly tensing and arm pulling back, Not only was Vane siphoning 10% of Zorkons, physical strength, stamina and speed, but he'd use physical hunt in such a brutal and efficient way that there was a sickening tear as from the elbow socket, the forearm down had dislodged, the skin being torn by the rapid and violent tug of Physical Hunt; though Vane didn't have enough power to completely remove the arm, dislocating it ultimately would buy Lotren and Bellra time for their follow up attacks to close in whilst Vane's Tethers remained latched, should his Foe use that Technique again, he could continue siphoning speed, strength and stamina from Zorkon by 10% (Per Story Post) And even possibly allow him to redirect blows he himself can predict should Zorkon attack him similar to how he has been attacking the others.

Location: Kings Castle
Order: Zerith (When He's Available) → Lotren → Bellra → Vane → Story​

 

[Story]

Watching Lotren lean forward momentarily as though his body threatened to collapse entirely, only to force himself upright again through stubborn willpower alone. That refusal to stay down planted the smallest seed of irritation within Zorkon, though he remained outwardly calm. Though, once he appeared back in the physical world, he noticed a 3rd one which with his arm stretched out towards his direction. With that he'd evade every attack from Lotren, Bellra, and Vane with a simple afterimage technique leaving a perfect image of himself where the other attacks would have hit him. In the same moment he'd reappear right behind Vane and activate time-skip once more in the same instance to rapidly assault Vane with punches and kicks from all angles before finally standing still as if nothing had happened at all with Vane laying in front of him should his attack be successful. Without wasting any time, he'd point a finger towards Lotren with a ki shot being charged. However, before Zorkon could execute his attack, Lotren had already moved again, flipping backward through the recoil of his own stagger with surprising fluidity. The Saiyan reclaimed the Time Cutter blade from the ground without wasting even a fraction of a second, immediately flooding the weapon with concentrated ki until its edges glowed violently against the ruined surroundings. Zorkon recognized the tactical shift instantly, understanding this was no longer a simple direct attack but an attempt to manipulate the battle to their advantage. Lotren’s arm blurred into motion as slash after slash carved through the air. By the twelfth swing, the battlefield had become crowded with intersecting arcs of sharpened ki.


As the sharpened crescents raced toward him from overlapping angles, Zorkon had no choice but to choice but to utilize his time ship to evade the slashes as they were too fast for him to keep up with normally. Yet unlike earlier exchanges where movement had come effortlessly, his expression began darkening as he realized the sheer volume of incoming attacks was beginning to compress his options. One blade carved across his shoulder just barely, while another also just barely cut his side, drawing the first noticeable line of blood from his body. However, instead of getting a look of irritation, he smiled and, in another instance, he was directly in front of Lotren with a orb of Ki pressed against his abdomen.
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Zorkon: You’re getting better, but this is where you're removed from the fight.​

In that moment, 2 things would happen to Lotren. He would be surrounded in a sphere of Ki while being electrocuted and also be hit with a signature technique of Zorkon. his Timeskip Molotov. The flurry of attacks were all placed perfectly with the last hit also being perfectly timed with the detonation of the ki sphere which will have shot Lotren down to the ground.
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Zorkon: That's 3 down.. its just you now woman. What're you gonna do?​

Location: Kings Castle
Order: Lotren → Bellra → Vane → Story​

 

[CairoOnyx]

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His initial death beams had completely missed their mark along with the combo attack of Bellra and Vane. Even after grabbing his Time Cutter blade and making ki slashes in the air towards Zorkon, many of them missed. It was at this point Lotren figured he was never going to actually connect or overpower Zorkon without transforming so to make things easier, he'd attempt a unique form using the power of the moon. While he was still distracted dodging the slashes, Lotren raised one of his hands towards the sky, his Ki immediately began converging into his palm, flickering streams of white-blue energy gathering together.

However, the moment a couple of his slash attacks connected, Zorkon’s demeanor shifted entirely, his irritation disappearing beneath a faint smile that somehow felt infinitely worse than anger ever could. Lotren quickly tossed the ball of energy into the sky. Just as he released the ball of energy, Zorkon vanished completely, reappearing directly in front of him with impossible suddenness and an orb of condensed ki already pressed firmly against his abdomen. In the next instant, a violent sphere of ki exploded around Lotren, trapping him completely while electricity surged across his body in brutal waves, forcing agonized screams from his throat as every nerve ignited in pain. While being trapped in the orb of Ki, he was also hit with another technique. Everything happened so fast that Lotren didn't even realize he was being hit until the last punch buried itself into Lotren’s chest at the exact moment the ki prison detonated, launching him downward into the ground. However far above the smoke and destruction, the Power Ball gradually formed overhead and condensing artificial Blutz Waves into an orb capable of replicating the presence of a full moon and forcing the power of Great Ape transformation.​

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After a while of just laying down on the floor nearly unconcious, Lotren looked up at the artificial moon he had created just before taking the fully onslaught of the Timeskip Molotov & Counter Impact combination. In that moment his entire body began to pulse, first starting off like a slow heart beat then gradually becoming more rapid. As this was happening, his irises started to give off a bright red glow; His arms grew to unnatural sizes from his muscles expanding, followed by his legs, and chest. At this point, he looked as if he had wayy too much muscle to fit his body and almost made him look like an overly muscular child and his proportions no longer seemed like one of an adult. The power he held slowlt began rising as well, his aura revealed itself around his body and even the ground beneath him started to crack and sprawl out in different directions.

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Location: Kings Castle
Order: Lotren → Bellra → Vane → Story​