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::Deity honestly didn't expect his volley of ki spheres to harm Jagan or hold him back too much. They hardly succeed in slowing his approach, which isn't really good, considering the goal of 'try to survive'. Opting to answer Jagan's advance with one of his own, the Orinian blasts again into movement, the ground below still quaking as the last few ki balls smash into the planet, sending debris every which direction.

Still maintaining his speed from before, the tall boy closes in on the much larger bear of a man. Though taller, Deity would not be surprised to learn that Jagan is over twice as heavy. Just look at him, he thinks to himself. The guy's like an ape. Still he flies toward his opponent, dirt kicking up in his wake as he flies. Clearly, Jagan is moving in for a strike - his very aura tells Deity so. But he shows no signs of attack otherwise. Well, there's always that trusty option that Deity keeps in his repertoire, just in case. It remains perfect for situations like these.

The quiet Orinian suddenly takes on Jagan's exact stance as they fly closer and closer, eyes wide and focused behind his eyeglasses. Activating his Copy skill, the boy is able to read Jagan's movements like a book and mimic them perfectly. By the time he sees his subhuman adversary move to strike, it's far too late to dodge. What does Deity do? He answers with an identical attack. His left arm driving forth, center knuckle extended, he feels the impact of Jagan's fist on his chest at the same time that his own punch hits home. The second layers of the punches lands, a heavy shockwave of force emanating from both successful hits.

Starting to resemble a pinball in an overplayed arcade machine, the Mystic Tonepian careens backward from the full force of the two layers punch. His own attack can be safely construed as equal to Jagan's, though how either man takes the blow will no doubt be varied. Deity, for instance, crashes right back into the earth, plowing through trees, stumps, and skidding along the ground in a tumbling, violent mess. From the sky, one would just see a continuous trail of destroyed forest, one's view obscured by the resulting cloud of dust and debris.::

Kirra had to hold down a laugh, despite her injuries, at the sight of the Knight skidding over to her on his knees and out of breath. The giant of a man could squash just about anyone in battle if he wished, and could remain invisible in a crowd of people, literally. And yet, if he had to get somewhere in a hurry, he'd have to have someone carry him.

Still, as soon as he slid to a stop through the snow, Kirra could feel him working his magic, so to speak. Bones mending; bruises, cuts and all around sore areas fading and healing, and most importantly, her energy restoring, and then some. As soon as she was back, Kirra jumped up to her feet, a grin on her face.

Her leather skirt only covered about half of her waist, hips and unmentionables. It was barely hanging on at her right hip, and fell diagonally down to it's original length at her left hip. Her purple tanktop had faired no better, left strap completely missing, along with most of the midriff area. Basically the reason it was staying on was because of the right strap and her voluptuous figure keeping it in place. Seeing no point in keeping only one purple sandle on, since it's mate was long lost, the woman took off the other mangled one and tossed it to the side.

Somehow, her ring and locket had managed to survive Jagan's assault, and Kirra decided to take care of that now. Walking over to Sir Aarons side, the young woman reached behind her neck and unhooked the gold chain, then slid the matching ring from her left middle finger.

"No worries, old timer, you made it."

She didn't mean it in a disrespectful way, that's just how Kirra was. Leaning down, she kissed him briefly on his temple and placed the locket and ring in his large left hand.

"Take care of these for me, Pops? Jade'll have a fit otherwise. Thanks."

With a smile and a laugh, the saiya-jin woman took off, rocketing through the forest, her speed kicking up a cloud of dusty snow behind her. There was a lot going on, it seemed. Both Unks and Epithany were up against someone, as was User fighting the one Saiya-jin in Unit 97. Keno seemed like he was up against three at once...but Kirra had the feeling he wasn't alone. SHe might go check on him later, but for now, she wanted to see this other Saiya-jin.

The girl closed in on the two battling Saiya-jin men, and came to a stop about 20 yards from them. The place was ravaged; craters, felled trees, everything torn up. Her green eyes darted around the scene before falling on User and Ravana, both in transformed states.

A smirk on her face, and her brown tail writhing behind her, Kirra stood with arms folded across her barely covered bosom.

"Hey! You want help with this guy, User?"

User was sick of this. He was sick of Ravana. He just wanted to beat the fool until he just stopped - fighting, moving, breathing. Whatever came first. The Saiya-jin took the ki blast to his abdomen. It hurt. It broke his armor, and burned his flesh. He shrugged it off. It was irrelevant - just as much Ravana was. He couldn't hear Jade. He heard only the voice in his head that told him to keep fighting, never to give up, that real Saiya-jins never gave up until their enemy was done for or you were nothing but a corpse.

User was bringing this down to a blow-to-blow fight now. This was going to be punch after punch after punch. Last man standing won. Whoever fell first - dead from the fighting or simply unable to continue - lost. User positioned himself just right, face to face, feet planted firmly on the ground, and swung a right jab at the side of Ravana's jaw. If it connected there would be a sonic boom from the force of the blow - and Ravana would know what this fight had finally accumulated to.