Key: Alucard6

IGN: Ardicho

Skill: Scatter Shot

RP:  Ardicho wasn't a teenager anymore, nor was he a general in the Saiyan Army anymore. SO much had changed, he lost his Queen, left his home world, met new people, lost allies, and even lost his arm. Yet with all this change, Ardicho had remained largely unaltered himself; his time devoted to tactical strategies, ideas that would benefit him and his friends, but apart from gaining physical strength, nothing at all had changed. It was time to learn more, time to expand his tactical arsenal of Ki attacks.

   He wasn't overly powerful with the energy beams, but they were strong enough to give him an edge over most foes, as in his experience, a fighter is either ranged or close quarters, very rarely both, and that was the heart of Ardicho's battle style, but his continuous beams drained too much from him, and his blasts were to erratic, and rarely hit, so he had a new idea, what if he could manipulate the blasts into a concentrated area? He already could manipulate Ki discs, like Kienzan, why not to his normal blast attacks? With this new idea in mind, he returned to his hidden cave home, a place hidden to all but his trusted allies, and began to train exclusively on perfecting this "Scattered Blast" attack; he would give it a name if he ever taught it to another, but till then it wasn't important.

    5 days passed, lacking in sleep, and nearly malnourished from his training, Ardicho was almost there. A weakened series of blasts shot out in all directions, his focus split between each individual orb, holding them in place so he could lead the newly fired orbs to a similar radius. When he fired the most that he could consciously control, he willed them all to close in on the battered mannequin he had been practicing on, imagining the burnt shape being enclosed in orbs from every direction, but he made a mistake. Not in execution, but in focus. Ardicho was on the verge of sleep, and the moment he willed the orbs to close in, he faded slowly to unconsciousness, but still he needed to get this move right! So instead of relying on sight, he defaulted to sense, and that led the orbs to close in on himself. Countless orbs of energy rushed in, burning his clothes, singing his hair, but Ardicho didn't feel a thing, he had already fell unconscious. It was only when he woke up after sleeping nearly a day and a half that he realized, that he might have done it. When he woke, he smelled the acrid odor of burned hair in his face, so he rose to his feet immediately, instinct kicking in as he prepared to defend himself, but no one was there. <Did.... did I do this to myself?> He thought to himself, and leaving it as the only possible answer. Ardicho began once more, a barrage of blasts arcing outwards wildly, and as he willed them all into the still standing mannequin, they followed, all hitting his target in the span of heartbeats. A weak but triumphant smile drew across his lips, he had finally done it! No master taught him this, no one told him of this, and he had done it! Now he need only test it in battle....