Mira:
When the world of became one of utter destruction, Mira could only cackle as the flickering swirling mass of power collided with the Saiyan-Kaioshin. The planet was turning into the physical embodiment Hell he wanted the universe to inevitably become. The smell of sulphur lifted into the air as the blood of Acros ripped past its skin. Hellish lightning swirled around where the confrontation of his sphere and Hiroshi met. Huge clouds of ash and fire began to sprout up all around them as the planet began the process of doing something he never planned to do.
The Saiyan was going to die, and he wanted him to kick and scream before he succumbed. This would be the first of many 'heros' he would destroy. Once he imagined it would be a grand battle with him coming out on top. But now he was going to turn this planet into a funeral pyre for his enemies, and he'd see it burn for no other reason than the defiance this worlds had thrown at him. The Saiyan and his Acrosian counterparts had kicked and screamed like children, defying his every wish with their very being. Now not only would this planet die for their defiance, but every occupant of this planet would suffer the same fate.
When the countless miles of barren landscape around the red orb and the Golden warri collapsed inwards, letting more of Acros lifeblood sash to the surface, Mira couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up in his chest. The shield around him flickered as his lungs emptied, maddened almost joyous laughter pouring past his lips. Even if it meant he was injured in the process, and Towa died, he'd gladly accept his fate if it meant the defiant Saiyan fell with Acros. He could imagine him now, long golden hair pouring down his back, his blackened, burned palms desperately pushing and struggling against his attack. Watching as his hair shifted back to its natural onyx color, it almost made him giddy imaging the light leaving the Saiyan-Kaioshins eyes.
But his laughter died with a swoosh as miles below , he felt a swell in Hiroshi's already massive power, and felt the air change as the Sphere of Destruction slowly began to rise in the air. Freezing in the sky, the demon felt his throat tighten. Red eyes locked on to their mirror colored orb, feeling his control on it slowly breaking. The vision he held of his victory, and of the final death of Acros, slowly tempered themselves, especially as the massive ball was shoved back. Huge shifts in energy and mass sent waves rolling across the surface of the planet around it, and at its center, was a single glowing figure.
" Mira!" Hiroshi shouted form below, his power attempting to flare as brightly as it had moments ago. The walls of lava still remained at bay, the golden cyclone of energy keeping them at bay." You can't hide anymore. Not behind this planet, behind your shield or anything else! This ends now!"
Snarling, Mira felt more hellish power pour into his forearms, his frame rippling with his remaining energy.
" Really? And who granted you the right to kill the new God of this universe? You couldn't even save your mother, yet you think you can stop me?"
" I can and will. Our battle ends here."
A foul taste entered Mira's mouth as he stared down the Maned Saiyan.
" Then come and claim your victory Hiroshi."
Immediately, the lava around Hiroshi exploded back as the Saiyan took off towards him. Several booms followed as the sound barrier broke a hundred times in the blink of an eye. Time slowed for Mira as he pushed his hands forward, and waves of crimson energy rolled from his hands, crashing into Hiroshi like waves crashing against the shore. The Halfling raised his arms to cover himself as the energy wore against his already worn body, but pushed forwards through the attack.
A flash of golden fire preceded the Saiyan-Kaioshin's arrival, burning away his only real protection. With his shield bled away as if it wasn't even there, any chance to stop Hiroshi from simply batting him around like a ragdoll.
An annoyed snarl escaped Mora as the world exploded back into real time. Dropping his beams at the last moment, he lunged forward, his whole wright pressing forward as he swung his fist around. The Golden Warrior shifted under his attack at the last moment, before driving up into him, his fist extended. It was too late for the demon to attempt a block or dodge. With a thundering crack, the Saiyans knuckles found home on his chin, and the impact sent a thundering boom across the heavens. Blood immediately spat from Mira's mouth, his head almost trying to leave his body. Muscles in his neck and face strained as his head felt as if it was ripped from his shoulders.
Every moment of battle had taught him something. It'd taught him several lessons about the weaknesses of his own style, and the style the Saiyan enjoyed using. Despite his sluggishness and exhaustion, Hiroshi stuck mostly to body shots, jarring strikes that aimed to take Mira out of the might as soon as he could. Immediately drawing back into the fight, Mira saw the Halfling closing the distance, his hands extended, and there was only one option, retreat. Ripping his arm away as quickly as possible, the Demon flung his head forward, both of their skulls splitting second later. Both of them recoiled as Mira drew back, knowing the Saiyan would jump back into battle a split second later.
With a grunt however, the Saiyan-Kaioshin pulled himself together, taking off after him in a blur of purespeed. Immediately their knuckles met as Mira saw the new bout beginning. Knees connected a moment after, and then the battle truly began anew. Strikes passed by one another as each one moved to avoid the other one's attacks. Disappearing, the Demon appeared above the Halfling, dropping a swift axe kick down towards him, only to find Hiroshi had disappeared a second later. As if on cue, the Saiyan appeared to his left, just as he expected. It was testament to his own power, being able to stand up to the newly ascended Saiyan. Bringing up his arm, Mira felt the kick connect with his forearm, and the demon turned his eyes confidently towards him feeling something new rushing through his own veins.
I. It was a confidence born of his own ability. Every injury sustained, grew his mind. Every time Hiroshi battled him, it only made him a more worthy warrior. It was Hiroshi's gift to him. The gift of teaching him what it meant to fight a Saiyan of such incredible power.
Without a moment's further hesitation, and capitalizing on the overexposed Halfling, Mira quickly batted the leg away, before striking back with a quick, short, powerful jab of his elbow. When it connected with the Maned Saiyan's cheek and nose, his head snapped away violently and quickly, his body going back.
The two of them paused in the air as Mira licked his bloody lip, and Hiroshi brushed the crimson from his own lip.
"You're better then I remember," Hiroshi admitted coolly, before cracking his neck to one side.
His body looked bruised and burnt, his shoulders heaving with rapid exhaustion. He was injured, yes, but not nearly as much as Mira was.
" Because I am." Mira responded simply. " Why you tax yourself defending this planet, I'm perfectly ready for another round. How much longer until this new power of yours runs out, hmm? Then what, it'll come down to skill you lack Saiyan."
Slowly pulling his arms back, the demon watched as a look of savage determination overtook Hiroshi's features, energy swellings around him as Mira's own energy burst to the surface.
With a growl, Mira charged through the sky a second later. Throwing a fist out, two arms met it, blocking Hiroshi's face. What followed was a flurry of unrestricted combat, as the demon pushed the initiative. Each blow was met by the perfect counter attack. Strikes were blocked, blows which landed had an immediate and painful response . Flesh was bruised and broken by combat. Strike, strike, strike, strike, strike, block. The motion of combat throughout the air was guided by a flurry of strikes, spanning over only seconds. After another block, the Demon threw his entire weight into one swing of his arm, finally connecting with the full follow through on a brutal strike. Fingers pushed into the Saiyan's face, and the impact was so violently it made the air seem almost solid for a moment. Without even realizing it, the Saiyan had already responded by the time the blow had landed.
A golden glow found itself in his abdomen, and Mira only looked down as Hiroshi's body was carried away by the violent force of the punch, to see a bolt of ki preparing to explode in his mid section.
The entire exchange they'd had, was all the Halfling waiting for the right time to attack, even at the cost of several cuts and bruises.
Gasping, the demon had no time to respond, before he felt the energy detonate.
In the heart of the golden wave of energy, Mira felt his skin bubble and blister. It told him enough, because without even looking down, he could feel the blackened skin split open. Falling, all Mira could feel was almost lost. It was too much for him even to make a noise before his black slammed into burning, molten lava. The sizzling of his flesh against the molten liquid was enough to throw Mira back into the world.
There was no way to prepare himself as he collided with the river of molten rock. Heat already assaulted his senses before the impact. The moment he did impact it, his very essence was set alight. Flesh melted and was carried off the the current of the lava. Pulling himself up from the river of fire, Mira screamed, only a gurgled noise escaped him instead. He was going blind as his eyes melted in his skull, and his lower body slowly began to simply cease to exist. There were no words to describe what it felt like as every bit of skin simply melted from him, and some organs simply popped from the heat, letting the gases out. Blood evaporated or was lit on fire within him before the whole of his lower body disappeared. Finally, he felt his pain end, as his body went into shock, his hips sinking back into the lava, his bones burning away as they did. Blue fingers dig into the blackened earth before him, the demon desperately trying to free himself.
He felt the tremors of the Saiyan landing. Managing to look up before he went blind, his last image was of the hardened warrior wretching onto the the semi solid volcanic glass before him.
