*Ryven watches Hawk go down, then snarls, closing her eyes. She powers up, three interlaced rings appearing on her forehead as a bright white aura of ki bursts out around her.*
Ryven: <i>Enough</i> of this!
Jebarius: You're quite right. We've got the child. I'm done using you. It's time to dispose of you now.
Ryven: All you ever do is talk! *she screams, then rockets forward, zanzoukenning and appearing right beside him, kicking him hard across the gut, sending him flying into a broken wall. Jebarius lands with an "oof", sending up a cloud of dust and debris, then rises, dusting himself off.*
Jebarius: Not bad.
*Ryven growls, clenching her teeth as she tenses, ready to strike at him again*
Piccolo: ~Ryven! Calm yourself. You cannot think clearly if you are so enraged.~
Ryven: ~But you heard him! He's so infuriating! He used me!!~
Piccolo: ~That cannot be helped now. I am angry as well, but to win the fight and to exact your revenge, you must remain clear headed.~
*Jebarius sees her sitting there, seemingly spacing out, and cocks his head. Then, with a shrug, he starts casting*
Ryven: ~.....
...
......aye papa.~
*Ryven takes a deep breath, then opens her eyes, glaring at Jebarius. She sees that he's casting, then suddenly growls and rockets forward again, catching him in mid syllable with a ferocious uppercut. As he flies up, she builds a blast, launching it at him before he hits the ground. She shields her eyes from the explosion, then opens them slowly. Jebarius is picking himself up off the ground, but then falls to one knee, obviously softened up by the other fighters. Jebarius splutters blood, then looks up, glaring*
Jebarius: You.... aren't even ... deserving ... of the ground you... stand on...halfbreed.
Ryven: And you deserve-
*her sword glows as she powers up a little more, the aura around her sword blue now as she jumps up into the air, the sword glinting*
-<i><b>JUDGEMENT!</i></b>
*with that, she brings her blade down upon him, the sword slicing clean through him before he has a chance to move, a line glinting through him before either side of the cut begins to crystalize over with ice. He makes a gurgling sound, then falls to the ground in two seperate pieces, shattering they hit the ground*
*Ryven pants as she hits the ground, dropping to a knee and clenching her eyes shut.*
*Piccolosan stands a little ways behind her, bending down to see if Hawk's alright. He closes his eyes and lays his hands over him, concentrating hard and extending some of his regenerative powers outward to him, then stands up silently.*
*Ryven stands up too, snarls, then spits on the shards that used to be Jebarius*
Ryven: ...NO one uses me.
...Ryven.
*Ryven turns and looks*
Piccolosan: Come, young one. There is still much to plan and to do. But first, we must rest.
*Ryven lingers by the remains of Jebarius, then nods, walking over to Piccolo and sheathing her sword. She nudges her way under his arm, sighing a little and closing her eyes a moment, calming. She opens them again, then looks to the people who helped her*
Ryven: ....are all of you alright? I'm sorry to have to drag you into this...
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