Key : Baiilek
Rank/Race : Rebel leader
Topic : Freeform/Rank related.
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                                                            My Family
I exit my room and head for the from door as I clamp my sword sheathe to my chest, but as the gentle click of the sheathe is heard, its too late, my family has gathered between me and the front door, shame, I had really grown to like these idiots. I grab for my swords hilt and before I get to draw it my father dashes forwards, landing a heavy blow to the stomach, sadly, he has always been the weaker one out of my parents, before it is visually possible my sword is already in use, the arm of my fathers that has been forcefully placed in my stomach slowly falls to think pancake slices of flesh and bone, screaming in pain he backs up a few steps, I however decide my point isn't through, these idiots will not get away with attempting to shut me down, I thrust my sword forwards, straight through his open mouth, blood spatters like paint from a crush paint can onto the rest of my family behind this tortured scum as the tip of my blade pierces the other side of his scull. With one swift movement I rip my sword back out as his body falls to the ground, ejecting small squirts of the little blood that is still left in his father. Not taking the slightest bit of hesitation I start on a full out sprint towards my blood covered family, slice after slice I tear down each member, Relentlessly Disembarking each member limb by limb, until my path to the front door, Although covered in blood, Is clear of disturbances.
                                                       The Government Staff
Walking up the castle, the battle driven saiyan is ready to end the King of tyranny and malfeasance, he was first interrupted by the saiyan’s lower guards. “What is it that you wish? You are not allowed past without invitation from the royal family!”, He lets out a grunt because you know, hes Filled with rage, grabbing the guard by the collar before throwing him down the steps, if he were to follow he’d unleash hell upon Vegeta’s surface. He continued inside ignoring the other guards cries to stop, with the occasional ki blasts to put a stop to any retaliation. He was born for this moment, no one was about to stop him, his whole race was bred on this only note: War. The more he paced, left foot after right, towards the throne room, the more his power raged through his veins. Suddenly!, “Stop right there you scum! It is us The Kings Royal Guards!”. Great, the king’s elite guardsman, like they were any problem now. The ravage saiyan yawns, allowing the squad to succumb to their prideful ways before he drew his razor sharp sword disappearing from sight, only to appear directly behind the squad, with a sliver of his blade unsheathed, he clicks it back into his sheath as the upper-half of the forces bodyslide of off their bottom half, plopping to the ground and quickly leaking their dark red blood, quickly covering the finely polished tile of the king's palace.
                                                              The King
 He sprinted towards the King’s throne room gates. Lowers his shoulders, slamming the pure gold giant gates against the inner walls before unsheathing his blade once more, pointing it at The Saiyan King, who was going full on glutton right before his eyes, white powder strewn against his upper lip, he shivered like crazy. Yet again The ravage saiyan disappeared, appearing in front of the King, he tosses the tray aside looking at the king with a cold dead glare, he screams in fury going on rant of how the Saiayn would make the king repent for his sins against his own people, royalty abusing their power to get ahead in life, like leeches sucking off the blood of their host. the King looked into the Saiyan’s eyes with eyes of horror, the pupils of the Saiyans eyes showed golden flames, in the center was the saiyan with his hair, spikey, and glowing golden with color, greenish blue eyes and an expression of RAGE, the King wheezed fearing for his life against the threat. In reaching for his dagger his wrist completely severed from his body by the angry saiyan, literally. his sharp sword had made giant gash between the hand and the arm. The saiyan looked up at the ceiling trying to focus his inner rage, all these years of abuse finally coming to an end. All the people who have died by the King’s hand finally will be redeemed. the saiyan squeezes the king’s throat, their eyes lock onto each other, he powers up as The saiyan strangles harder, and in the last second he stopped, the damage had been inflicted internally, deep in the King's pride. the King laid on his throne, crying to himself, letting out prayers of forgiveness to his lord. the Saiyan nodded, at the king, “If you abuse your power once more, I will make sure to not to let you go with a slit on the wrist, oh and by the way you might want to hire a new Elite Guard. This time, less flamboyant.” The saiyan walks away, knowing that the universe will prosper once more.