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It’s the twenty first of July, 2064 A.D., the time is 10:45 AM. We’re still here at one of the beaches near Bangkok
and things could be better for our little Terry. Nothing to ruin your whole damn day like two interplanetary douchebags looking to harvest your blood for some rare element of ultimate power, not helping matters was how Terry still did not release his full power to just end this nonsense already. And even with how Terry managed to pretty much clean off the bone from the brute’s arm, all he managed to do was make the beastly man angry.

Recoome;
“………FARRRLLLAAAAARRRR…..VARSEL XYZ?!!!”

Well at least Recoome is taking his horrific injury in stride. Looks like someone has never been deat such a blow before, probably used to being the one overpowering the prey and not have the prey bite back so hard, well now he’s missing a fucking arm because he just had to ask his quarry to put some goddamn pow in his attacks. Be careful what you wish for kids cause you might end up being consumed by the same sheer horror and overwhelming humiliation as Bluto here is feeling right now. The pain this brute is feeling does give some satisfaction to a still battered and worn out Terry.

Terry Jones;
“Need a hand there buddy? Looks like you could use one right about now.”

The brute gives one nasty glare to the boy and barely a moment or two after a sudden monstrous roar he is already rushing forward with his single remaining hand aimed straight at the young boy’s head. Even with his body still lacking energy Terry is still able to dodge this rather unfocused pounce. Even in bad of shape as Terry is he has little trouble avoiding attacks, the brute is no longer in his right mind and is letting his rage take the wheel resulting in much more sloppy and desperate attacks. Eventually the brute gets slower and slower, not so much losing steam but more realizing he was not getting anywhere at this rate.

Recoome;
“UNITRAU TRAU YZ VYZX VERTET VARSEL UNI OUH VAR VARSEL XYZ VOLU NEVAL!!”

Terry Jones;
“Listen if you’re gonna be a little bitch about it at least bitch in a language I give a shit about.”

Without warning the brute suddenly starts spinning rapidly in place, round and round his body rotates picking up speed more and more until he’s become all but a small tornado. And then this tornado went straight towards terry, the kid barely getting out of the brute’s trajectory by the skin of his teeth. As he does so however Terry finds himself leaping right into a cloud of sand, and with the spinning brute now doing a u turn and coming in for another pass it’s clear what he’s up to. All the sand in the area is all but kicked up, Terry can no longer see even the tip of his nose. Not that it matters since the brute’s attempt at a sneak attack is ruined by his own loud roar. This blunder makes it all too easy for Terry to know where the idiot is coming from….

….and he would have been able to counter this incoming attack had he not suddenly get blindsided by some stray energy bolt right to the side of his head. Turns out the dust storm covered up two sneak attacks one being from the far off Vegeta giving his buddy a little help. And before he could even react to this sudden sucker punch, Terry felt himself being forced downward right back into the ground, all the pressure forcing him down was all concentrated on his right arm causing it to just come right off at the shoulder. And so there was Terry, lying on his back with searing pain burning in the newly formed stump where his arm was, the standing brute’s shadow was now looming over the poor kid.

Recoome;
“I don’t recall asking for your help.”

Vegeta;
“But you do recall me saying to stop playing around and just end this farce?”

Recoome;
“Fair enough…..”

And with that the brute’s single remaining hand clamps down around Terry’s neck, the boy is then lifted up and left dangling from the brute’s grasp. The brute’s shit eating grin couldn’t get any bigger than it already is.

Recoome;
“You should have seen this coming kid, you know what they say….”

Terry Jones;
“An eye for an eye? That’s right kid, so really you brought this on yourself you pathetic weakling…”

Recoome;
“That’s right kid, so really you brought this on yourself you pathetic-wait what?!”

And just like that, the very flesh of Terry’s severed arm instantly crystallize. Suddenly changing shape at a horrifying speed, it completely reformatted into a crystalline sword that extended all the way from the ground to this bruiser’s backside cutting right through the chest where his heart should be. Judging from the slowly dripping spurt of blood escaping the brute’s lips it was no doubt a total bullseye, the arm then makes a single 45 degree turn before what spark of life in it finally gave out. The arm broke into brittle crystalline dust, much of that dust now inside the brute’s body quickly flowing throughout the blood veins, between that poisoning and the hole punched threw him death was guaranteed.

Terry Jones;
“Let me guess, your next line is - Nice try kid but it’ll take more than parlor tricks like that to beat me so cut the bullshit and fight me at your full power?”

Recoome;
“…unithrau…….varsel……faaarrrrrrrrrllllllaaaarrrrrr…..........”

Terry Jones;
“Hmph, how about that? I guessed wrong…”

The giant releases his hold of Terry as every last drop of life quickly drips away, the big brute falling over backwards and has already stopped moving completely. And with that Terry struggles to pick his sorry ass up off the ground with his only arm.
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GOD EATER CHAPTER 4 - Saiyan Heritage
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Description
It’s the twenty first of July, 2064 A.D., the time is 10:45 AM. We’re still here at one of the beaches near Bangkok
and things could be better for our little Terry. Nothing to ruin your whole damn day like two interplanetary douchebags looking to harvest your blood for some rare element of ultimate power, not helping matters was how Terry still did not release his full power to just end this nonsense already. And even with how Terry managed to pretty much clean off the bone from the brute’s arm, all he managed to do was make the beastly man angry.

Recoome;
“………FARRRLLLAAAAARRRR…..VARSEL XYZ?!!!”

Well at least Recoome is taking his horrific injury in stride. Looks like someone has never been deat such a blow before, probably used to being the one overpowering the prey and not have the prey bite back so hard, well now he’s missing a fucking arm because he just had to ask his quarry to put some goddamn pow in his attacks. Be careful what you wish for kids cause you might end up being consumed by the same sheer horror and overwhelming humiliation as Bluto here is feeling right now. The pain this brute is feeling does give some satisfaction to a still battered and worn out Terry.

Terry Jones;
“Need a hand there buddy? Looks like you could use one right about now.”

The brute gives one nasty glare to the boy and barely a moment or two after a sudden monstrous roar he is already rushing forward with his single remaining hand aimed straight at the young boy’s head. Even with his body still lacking energy Terry is still able to dodge this rather unfocused pounce. Even in bad of shape as Terry is he has little trouble avoiding attacks, the brute is no longer in his right mind and is letting his rage take the wheel resulting in much more sloppy and desperate attacks. Eventually the brute gets slower and slower, not so much losing steam but more realizing he was not getting anywhere at this rate.

Recoome;
“UNITRAU TRAU YZ VYZX VERTET VARSEL UNI OUH VAR VARSEL XYZ VOLU NEVAL!!”

Terry Jones;
“Listen if you’re gonna be a little bitch about it at least bitch in a language I give a shit about.”

Without warning the brute suddenly starts spinning rapidly in place, round and round his body rotates picking up speed more and more until he’s become all but a small tornado. And then this tornado went straight towards terry, the kid barely getting out of the brute’s trajectory by the skin of his teeth. As he does so however Terry finds himself leaping right into a cloud of sand, and with the spinning brute now doing a u turn and coming in for another pass it’s clear what he’s up to. All the sand in the area is all but kicked up, Terry can no longer see even the tip of his nose. Not that it matters since the brute’s attempt at a sneak attack is ruined by his own loud roar. This blunder makes it all too easy for Terry to know where the idiot is coming from….

….and he would have been able to counter this incoming attack had he not suddenly get blindsided by some stray energy bolt right to the side of his head. Turns out the dust storm covered up two sneak attacks one being from the far off Vegeta giving his buddy a little help. And before he could even react to this sudden sucker punch, Terry felt himself being forced downward right back into the ground, all the pressure forcing him down was all concentrated on his right arm causing it to just come right off at the shoulder. And so there was Terry, lying on his back with searing pain burning in the newly formed stump where his arm was, the standing brute’s shadow was now looming over the poor kid.

Recoome;
“I don’t recall asking for your help.”

Vegeta;
“But you do recall me saying to stop playing around and just end this farce?”

Recoome;
“Fair enough…..”

And with that the brute’s single remaining hand clamps down around Terry’s neck, the boy is then lifted up and left dangling from the brute’s grasp. The brute’s shit eating grin couldn’t get any bigger than it already is.

Recoome;
“You should have seen this coming kid, you know what they say….”

Terry Jones;
“An eye for an eye? That’s right kid, so really you brought this on yourself you pathetic weakling…”

Recoome;
“That’s right kid, so really you brought this on yourself you pathetic-wait what?!”

And just like that, the very flesh of Terry’s severed arm instantly crystallize. Suddenly changing shape at a horrifying speed, it completely reformatted into a crystalline sword that extended all the way from the ground to this bruiser’s backside cutting right through the chest where his heart should be. Judging from the slowly dripping spurt of blood escaping the brute’s lips it was no doubt a total bullseye, the arm then makes a single 45 degree turn before what spark of life in it finally gave out. The arm broke into brittle crystalline dust, much of that dust now inside the brute’s body quickly flowing throughout the blood veins, between that poisoning and the hole punched threw him death was guaranteed.

Terry Jones;
“Let me guess, your next line is - Nice try kid but it’ll take more than parlor tricks like that to beat me so cut the bullshit and fight me at your full power?”

Recoome;
“…unithrau…….varsel……faaarrrrrrrrrllllllaaaarrrrrr…..........”

Terry Jones;
“Hmph, how about that? I guessed wrong…”

The giant releases his hold of Terry as every last drop of life quickly drips away, the big brute falling over backwards and has already stopped moving completely. And with that Terry struggles to pick his sorry ass up off the ground with his only arm.
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GOD EATER CHAPTER 4 - Saiyan Heritage
tyrranux.deviantart.com/art/Go…