It came swiftly as a change in the wind. Lashing across the Lookout plaza, two golden auras burned amid the choking grey; no longer and instinctual seizing of raw emotion, instead of a breaking point that plucked them from reason, Parsley and Totoma found a new firmament to stand upon.
A light which burning away all impediments to strike them down.
In a flash of motion and power, they heard Koolards primal challenge and struck out to answer, and there in the language of heated blood would they make their claim. In this moment of refinement it must have been as if nothing else existed but the clash of fists heralded by a shout and burning.
A small smile lift from the corner of Ochazuke's face.
Perhaps this is the truest expression there of the Saiyan way. No longer lost, when they had found something to fight for, their brilliance was rendered in a sharpened edge of purest intention.
His musing was silent and measured, for descending from the chaff into this was like entering the eye of a storm. In the wake of the blazing golden light and the roaring shockwave thunder, the silent voice of the planet itself flowed around the violence, passing through with its silent whispers unheard. Even as the Earth set the stage for a battle beyond reckoning across the fractured ages, Ochazuke felt it upon him.
Zxu'ro's technique guided his unpracticed hand; as written, he witnessed the silent breath of the world gathered toward him as it and filled him with the course of gathered living wills. They collectively beckoned him, for in the wake of such catastophic struggle, who would hear their small voices?
Is this it? Is it finished?
Taking on a portion of the living will of the planet into his grasp, he had come to a realization. More than a source of power, a vital energy that rendered consciousness to being, gathered here, he held the hopes of a world upon his right hand.
A revelation that came all too late.
He's fleeing the field. What else could he be-
Without a further thought, Ochazuke kicked off the Lookout with
The Bear's Strength and shot off into flight, by
The Wolf's Prowl chasing futilely after Koolard.
The fickle malice of this creature lashed out as he cast his attack the the world below. The ten-thousand things that weighed upon his hand lost its leaden heft as Ochazuke hastily converged its form into an imperfect sphere.
When the moment arose, he grasped it and cast it after the invader.
OOC: SPIRIT BOMB HAS LAUNCHED
Genki Charge: 5
+ Erosa's will x 5 Magicite