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((Yup, yup. User's waiting his turn to fight!!)) domokun

((You tell me when and were I need to be and I'll fight. Just make sure to tell me weather or not I'm going to win and how close the battle will be.))

((I figured you had your own plan, that's why I said that. And if you're only stayng this way untill this weekend then I won't get a chance to fight you. I need to have a looong a** fight with somone. A battle where I can uncover Carls new techniques.))

((Edit: And I'd like it to be in a storyline style battle. Not a spar.))

((Nnot gonna happen dude, I'm too far at the end of the line. I"ll need to get y'all to help think up some storyline involving mainly the old guild 5 (or 4 if Jade doesn't want in) where we can et some good fights in. ))

(( ninja ))

::Using his newly heightened strength, thanks to the archangel Raziel the night before, Fierce has been having ball, so to speak. Realizing how many people inhabit this planet, he has started to have more fun killing them - one by one. There are about four billion people still alive on planet Earth, and the devil plans on enjoying seeing each and every last one die at his own hand.

He unfortunately won't be able to. Because of the mass hysteria caused by the news around the globe - every country's headlines having some sort of name attached to the genocidal monster - if people are not evacuating, fleeing to where they feel is safe, then they're looting the places the fleers have left behind. Everywhere, people are committing crimes: destruction of property, breaking and entering, stealing, arson, and even murder. They have no fear of being apprehended, the authorities having fled as well.

Walking merrily down the streets of what appears to be an oriental city is the demon himself, his tail swinging back and forth behind his legs as he moves, one step every three seconds or so. His blackened red aura still encases his form, the ice-cold black mist hovering at his feet still. His clothes are somewhat tattered, after numerous battles. Even though mystically created, and by no means normal leather, Fierce's clothes do not regenerate as his body does. If he keeps it up, he'll need replacements.

Demonic Fierce is humming a slow and quiet tune to himself, which is almost completely drowned out by the screams and footsteps of people running by him, either rushing indoors or rushing outdoors. Only a few news broadcasts actually have live footage of him, with a living person behind the camera to tell about it. So many people know not what this supposed monster looks like. However, considering his current appearance - not to mention the bloodied corpse of a fifteen year-old girl being dragged behind him - people are obviously terrified of him.

Both hands are stained red with fresh blood, bits of flesh and gore likewise dripping from his lips and jaw. The girl he is dragging is of asian descent, half-dressed in her black pajamas. She has a gaping open wound in the right side of her neck, obviously where the demon bit into her. There is a thin path of blood leading up to her body, running some distance down the street; he's been dragging her for a while.::

Mmm-mmm...mm-mm-mmm......hmm-mm-hm....

::After a few moments, Fierce stops, standing silently in the middle of the street and facing blankly forward, still clutching the dead girl's ankle in his left hand. He then turns his head to his left, seeing a bank, with the window busted in. Inside is a teenage boy with a gun, running towards the window to get out. However, once he reaches it, and sees Fierce staring at him, he freezes, afraid.

Holding a bag - probably of money - in one hand, he lifts the other to aim his handgun at the devil, firing several shots toward him. Out of the twelve rounds he fires, he misses five times, and the bullets that hit their target have no effect. Fierce blinks once before closing his eyes and grinning sarcastically at the thief, turning his body to face him. He slowly lifts his right hand, aiming it towards the boy. The teenager is awestruck, glancing around for the quickest hiding place. He has no time to run, however.

The thief's mid torso begins to contract, as if being sucked into a very small space in the center of his body. Soon, the rest of him starts doing the same thing, his bones audibly contorting and snapping, his limbs growing shorter. He's floating in mid-air, his body clumping together slowly and agonizingly, his organs crushed and rendering him incapable of making and noises. Leaving only his head mostly intact, and still holding up his right hand, the monster balls his fist with an innocent giggle.::

Keeheeheh....boom.

::Opening his palm again, the boy explodes from the inside out, his flesh blasting outward like a ball of gorey confetti. Anyone left nearby shrills as they bolt in the opposite direction. Fierce casually lowers his arm, letting it dangle lifelessly against his hips. He is thoroughly doused in blood now, his tongue brushing around his lips, which curve upwards in a satisfied smirk. Turning back to his right and continuing down the street, the devil keeps dragging that dead girl around, following the crowd of people rushing down the street.::

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::Fierce doesn't even seem to realize User is there until the bodies of more Earthling explode in the distance. Both deity and his alter-ego are confused at this occurence. Deity, though unable to control himself, has pretty much all of his other abilities. He can even sense what Fierce is about to do, as they share the same brain. He knows for a fact that his demonic slef didn't launch that attack.::

Oh no....User...not User, too.....

::When the head rolls by, it hits Fierce in the leg, and he stops, standing still and releasing the ankle of that poor girl. He lifts his right hand, the decapitated cranium lifting up. He grabs it by the bloody mop of hair, looking at it with an arched brow. Then, User speaks to him again, now with the demon's attention thoroughly caught. Tossing the head aside carelessly and looking up atop the mountain of burning rubbling, the demon sees User and smirks broadly at him. Demonic Fierce does not seem to recognize User. The first time they met, User was using his Super Saiya-jin 4 state, and he is now using only his SSJ 1 state. The amount of ki he is giving off is little more than pathetic, Fierce not seeing him to be much of a threat.::

Fear.....s'only a word...as you will be.....