Sasheem panted, nearly out of energy as was his malevolent counterpart. Every attack countered, every ki blast met with one of equal force. This other Sasheem knew how he fought, but Sasheem realized that he had another advantage...the evul Majin fought with wreck less abandon. Sasheem was fighting to PREVENT wanton destruction. The very thought gave him a headache. Not good for a battle with stakes like this. Eviler Sasheem was a moron, even if he was clever.

He'd get himself killed and then besmirch the Sasheem name. Every ounce of infamy he'd gained, scrubbed out because this moron brings too much attention to himself. ....And then he'd probably fuck up the Earth as well. Something the Snake Mistress felt Sasheem could protect....a thought that was baffling to the Majin given his general apathy for it's inhabitants....but this stupid little planet...did have something. More than most, anyway. And if he wanted to figure out what that was, he's have to live...and in turn the Earth would as well.

And he knew deep dpwn, that it was what would lead him to his mastery of the Yamata no Orochi Fist. Something else in him, equal to his desire to destroy and consume food. That undercover cop, the child of Lao and her lover, that kid he orphaned....soemthing about them was interesting. What made this planet interesting. He didn't like any of them, he didn't exactly feel remorse for his action....but there was soemthing he respected. But what? They died...someone close to them died...but they each had reasons to move on...to want to live. As did Sasheem...if he wasn't destined to be the greatest destroyer in any universe, he would will it to be so. If his name wasn't meant to be shouted in fear or in awe, then he would ensure it echoed throughout the stars.

Ishtar, Zaofan, The Saiyans, Ochazuke....he would surpass them all. A dream stronger than death. ...wait. Sasheem's eyes narrowed somewhat. He understood it now. What it meant. His sensei's parting message. He began to charge his ki....a violent swath of energy enveloping him.

His counterpart's eyes widened before he simply grinned...mimicking the same motions. One by one a pillar of energy shot forth from Sasheem and the evil Majin, each one beginning to form a distinct shape. "Yamata...." Sasheem began, his pupils fading as energy began to crackle around him, his skin beginning to boil and dissolve. "...no Orochi..." he continued....his counterpart attempted to follow his lead, but something was different.

While Sasheem's skin boiled, his counterpart's rubbery flesh began to pop like a balloon. Sasheem grinned....dropping the attack as he fell to the ground, relived that the pain had stopped. The Yamata no Orochi Fist was a technique only mastered by one....Doku, the founder of the Snake School. Those of weak resolve, of unbalanced spirit could not handle it's inherently violent nature. Sasheem, during his self-imposed miniature exile had learned something...he did not know what but it calmed the stormy seas of his soul....soul...spirit. Something his counterpart lacked.

"Looks like you lose, jabroni..." Sasheem panted with a chuckle. "Damn...can't think of a one liner...Sasheem's too tired. And hungry..." the Majin pondered soemthing for a monute. "We could fix that, though."

Sasheem zapped the crumpling remains of his counterpart, the evil Majin becoming a....danish. An apple danish. Sasheem stretched over and grabbed it, chomping it down greedily. He hadn't eaten in....about an hour, after all. The Majin sat, happy, rubbing his stomach in satisfaction when....he felt something powerful rumbling within.

Like a shock to the system, he felt....stronger. A surge of power ignited within him as his ki aura flared up and his clothing and appearance went through minuscule changes. He didn't quite understand where it came from. Taking back a part of himself, perhaps? If that was all it took, he'd get that angry more often...

However, before he could dwell on any of this, the surge died down and his power level dropped down to normal. Bah...there was never any time. Besided, sirens could be heard in the distance. He didn't want to be bothered attempting to deal with any morons who thought he made a mess of the park...even though, he sort of did. Sasheem had barely noticed how out of sorts Capital City Park ended up being after his fight with himself....but he was certain someone would fix it.

Flying off, Sasheem decided to head back to the Lookout. At least there, he could properly recuperate before heading to his next task. locating Samson Balon, in order to further improve his mastery of his own style. As he did he spotted a small figure from before. That kid...the one who gave him the cookie. Him and his mother survived.

His mother was holding him tightly as she spoke with the police. ...Not that it would bother him at all, but Sasheem would rather lie low for any publicity. He considered taking them all out with one quick blast just in case it'd bring him some trouble, but...the kid spotted him. Sasheem grimaced raising a hand briefly....and so did the kid. He was waving. His mother and the cop turned around...expressions of surprise on their faces .

"Thank you!" The kid grinned widely with a laugh. Not even scared? Idiot...waste of time and energy to even bother with 'em all.

"Tch..." Sasheem clicked his teeth as he lowered his hand, turning around to continue heading towards the Lookout. What a day this was...but hey, if those morons at the park have enough brainpower to recall who saved their asses, then Capital City might remember who it's real hero is.