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Hilarious Fatcat

"Geez... You know I was just kidding around. Lighten' up red head."

His teal eyes shifted back to her, smiling. Despite the transformation that normally turns a person ruthless and be overcome with rage, he still managed to retain the majority of his old characteristics and personality. In other words, he virtually mastered this transformation.

"Besides, you should be happy to be awake. We'll be able to have a drink, but before that, I have a situation to take care of..."

Wheezing Prophet

Allurian burst forward through the air as a violet blur, the shards of ice he had cultivated bonding onto his finger-bones as razor sharp claws. "ENOUGH!" his voice shrieked into their minds as his hunger took the better part of his judgement. The ground behind him rippled with expanding ice, serpents rising in his wake; the mass surging outward and growing more bestial in appearance. The liche brought both arms in a criss-crossing arc towards the Saiyan, aiming for his chest.

((Brain, no fight mode..

Side note, Allurians voice actor: http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=File%3AVincent_Price_Thriller.ogg ))
The last time this happened....things didn't work out.

But as the tiny silver haired beauty hid in the shadows of her once much loved home, all that attacked her mental state was the last reunion with her father. Such anger flying out of pink puckered lips, to the man whom once held her heart in his palm. Hell, thought the young Russian sayin, Why lie? I'd hate me too.

The leaves around her rustled slightly, sending a tense chill down her spine that caused her tail to shake. Nicole could clearly see inside her old home, could feel the anger jumping through the window panes. The light brown eyes of the young girl widened in surprise, shocked at the thought of her father being at odds with someone who was once a very close friend. Uncle Forky. Nicole remembered him well....

Hesitantly, the girl brought herself away from memory lane, annoyed at her own feelings. Obviously things have changed. Irish even looked angry, defiantly away from the once motherly love she had shown so long ago.

Nicole scooted down the tree, and headed to the opening of the door. Her tail was well hidden, and although she did resemble her mother and father, Forky and Irish could never notice her. Getting Zephyr away for just a moment, would prove to be sickening. After all, what if he told Yasarie? She would be the next per-meditated homicide.

With a shaking hand, she pushed her way through the side door in the kitchen, and hid against the wall. The curious teenager put her ear to the plaster, and raised an eyebrow. She would find out what this fight was about, what fight was worth ruining her old family.

Hilarious Fatcat

Zephyr dashed back, but he managed to get hit by the incoming attack. The sharp claws slashed against his chest and make him cause a back flip before halting himself ten feet away from the ground. The red X mark on him started to leak blood and roll down against his toned upper body, forcing the man to wince in pain. He breathed in and out heavily, clenching his fists tightly out of pure frustration.

"Enough...?" muttered the Saiyan. "I'm out of patience!"

His tone of voice rose up into anger. Shouting to the sky, he brought his fists up into the air and once he brought them down to his waist, he unleashed one final growl, forcing his golden hair to stand up much more than normally, now longer and rigid. His aura went from a smooth flow to a much more jagged and fiery look, now accompanied by electric sparks that occasionally appeared around him. The merciful vibe he had given out was one and an icy glare struck at his foe's vision. Allurian was considered at one of his own allies...

Suddenly disappearing in thin air, the dust on the ground began to separate itself on a given path, which was rapidly rushing straight towards Allurian. Instantly, Zephyr appeared with the back of his fist charging up and swung at his enemy towards the side of his skull.

"I'll knock some sense into you!!!"
With her back to the kitchen wall, the silver-haired, chocolate eyed, half blood could feel the tension rising in the room just beyond the door. The quiet was almost too overbearing, and the fear creeping around the place was terrifying. The young teenager crouched low, her knees pressed up against her chest, ears pounding the open walkway listening for anything that could allow some information through. Why was her father and Forky fighting? Weren't they at one time very good friends? Oh Nicole remembered that clearly. They were Friends.

Nicole dropped to her belly, hearing a roaring noise erupting behind the door. Clearly Zephyr was getting very upset, and now would be the time to run. But Nicole rose to her feet once more, suddenly becoming more aware of the situation. I have to stop this. This will tear this place apart. Of course the power level of her father's race was very unbearable.

Picking up a tumbler glass, she threw it against the wall, creating a large crackling shatter. Hopefully the noise would be enough to distract at least a bit.

Wheezing Prophet

Allurians arm had swept up and deflected the incoming blow to his shoulder instead, a vivid purple aura surrounding the liche. His normally emotionless tone had grown almost feral. "You have most definitely improved young warrior, why not just surrender to the chill? I only seek a portion.."

Within the span of seconds it took for the tumbler to leave Nicoles hand and shatter against the wall, shock waves ripples across the grounds as the combatants exchanged a flurry of blows at lightning speeds. Flying back from Zephyr, Allurian skidded back through the dirt, dust swirling around his legs. Fractures webbed out across the visible bones beneath Allurians now torn robes, held together by his will. At the sound of glass breaking the liche flexed his arms and rivets of lightning and flame arced around his hands, dancing up to his shoulders.

As the liches thoughts turned to the kitchen the wall in front of Nicole would frost over and spread across the floor. "Who is there?!"
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Irish stood as still as a statue, but didn't seem bothered by the fight. She was more upset at the fact that she was awoken rather than seeing pieces of the bar go flying. After all, that was a usual thing around here.

What was not so usual was the scent Irish smelled. It was not Allurian's nor Zephyr's, but was somehow familar. She paid no mind to the newcomer until they made a noise that distracted all of them.

Irish quickly saw Allurian's movement. This all had to stop now....


"ALRIGHT!!"

The sound waves from her voice alone made the ground tremble. Her own frost leeked to the floor, clashing against Allurian's like mighty waves in a storm. She would protect all she could, even Allurian. Her eyes held that same purple hue as she rose from the ground. This was her place...her domain...and if Allurian couldn't control himself, she would. She knew Zephyr could handle him, but he might do more damage than was needed.

"Have you become that weak, brother? That desperate?"
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Hilarious Fatcat

After a series of clashes, which were barely visible to the normal eye, Zephyr slid backwards across the ground. Due to his injury on his leg, he suddenly lost his balance and winced, forcing himself to lean his body backwards in a back flip and leap into the air. He would remain in flight mode in the meanwhile.

His senses sharpened throughout the battle, he overheard the sound of shattering glass coming from the Bar. Allurian heard it as well and since Irish intervened, he took that moment to bring his focus elsewhere.

In an instant, his figure vanished, only to reappear a second later near the bar. His golden and fierce aura calmed down and vanished even during his ascended Super Saiyan state.

"Nicole?" He called out. Even after many years of not seeing his family, he was still able to pick up familiar spiritual energy.
With so many separate forces around her, the young half Russian doll's eyes swooped the room, searching for a way out. Perhaps throwing the glass was not the best idea. Without hesitation she dropped her hands from the wall, the freezing feeling creeping up her arms making her suddenly uncomfortable. Nicole raised an eyebrow to Forky's once calm voice. Clearly, she was in the wrong place, at the right time.

With her tail swinging, she backed away from the door slowly, her eyes remaining fixed on what was in front of her. Why was he acting like this? In the very short time she had lived with this family, she had never seen Allurian act this way. His very personality was frozen, but that never stopped him from showing compassion when it was due.

And then, another sound that shocked her. The sweet voice she could only note was sober. Irish. Her second mother, the woman who bore twins so long ago. Nicole's mouth dropped, as her furry tail wrapped around her waist. Everyone seemed so wrathful, that now the little girl wondered how much she was really in the wrong situation?

Nicole ducked behind the island, chest heaving from worry, tail twirling around. Her eyes widened as Irish's voice shook the bar. Now would be the time to find out exactly what was going on. It was at that moment, a sudden light reappeared in the kitchen next to her. She turned her heart--shaped face towards the noise, her heart beating uncontrollably. "Daddy?" Crawling on all fours, she sat down in front of her father and hugged his leg tight. Nicole was almost a teenager now, and despite the Saiyan blood, and her mother's new mongrel status, she was very unused to violence, and much like any little girl, sought out protection from those closest to her.
"Daddy, what's going on?" Nicole asked quietly, her two year old self taking control.

Hilarious Fatcat

"There you are..." Zephyr responded to the little feminine voice that came out to his leg. Luckily it wasn't his wounded leg. He brought one gentle hand on top of his daughter's head, sliding it down against her cheek and placed it against her shoulder as he got down to her level. Soon enough, his other arm would wrap around her body along with the other in a caring embrace. Her voice was similar to her little voice when she was younger and made him smile slightly. Soon enough, his teal colored eyes returned to their natural brown color, along with his hair going back to black and grow less spikier.

"Nothing. Allurian seems to be going through a pretty radical change. Daddy tried to stop him..." Zephyr absentmindedly held her close against his still slightly bleeding chest, arms acting as a shield for her against virtually anything that would cause her to worry.

"What are you doing here all on your own?"
Nicole snuggled close to her father, taking in his scent and watching the worry flow away. It had been so long since she had been around her father, and all the anger she once had for him, rushed out of her body. Nicole loved her mommy, but she loved her father too.

It took her a few moments to notice that Zephyr was bleeding, but once she did, she pulled her tiny frame away, not wanting to put too much pressure against his wounds. "Sorry," she mumbled, bringing her knees back up to her chest. There was way too much going on, and with a spinning head, there was nothing she could do but breath.

As her father transformed back into his normal stature, Nicole found herself once again wrapped herself up in his arms. The last time that they had talked, things did not end well, and although Yasarie had tried to clear things up, the little girl felt nothing but wrath. "What about Irish? Will she be able to stop him?"

Ignoring the last question, Nicole lifted her lids, revealing bright brown eyes, wide and fearless. Her father would soon forget that she was here alone, and the young girl knew she'd fight to make him feel that way. "What's going to happen?"

Hilarious Fatcat

"Oh."

Zephyr looked at himself and noticed how much of a mess he was. The ruby liquid crying out of his chest stained Nicole's skin a bit and he brought a fatherly hand against her cheek, wiping out some of the blood from her. "I should be sorry. I need one good treatment and a good shower after all of this... and as for Irish, I do wonder if Forky will grow some sense into him. His behavior was sudden, almost scary."

Zephyr was about to get back up, but forgot about his accursed wound on his leg. His skin had burn marks, making him hard to keep his balance. He hopped on one foot before applying most of his weight on his other leg while he kept an arm wrapped around Nicole.

"Guess we'll have to see what is going to happen, but you shouldn't stay here in case it gets dangerous. Always expect the worst case scenario."

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