Hanasia, Queen of the Saiyans

2.13 The coalition of armed forces

This super-iron-turtle was more than strange... and this object... iron turtles laid iron eggs too?

— Be careful, compared to your strength, this is very fragile, and I have only one. You'll have to put it in his mouth. It seems to laugh often, use that!

— What is it, asked Hanasia as she was looking closer. Is it a fruit of metal? It's poisoned, right?

— Ex... exactly. You can touch it without danger. But it is absolutely necessary to put it in his mouth. It is only from the inside that we'll break his invulnerability.

— It's a pathetic way to win.

— We are talking about the survival of all species in the world. Not about the quality of the confrontation.

— Yeah... In any case, I need my two hands .

Hanasia fiddled her hair, imagined the possibility of attaching the ball to hit, but it was too smooth and that'd never work. She rubbed her clothes with her fingertips, groped them and tried to hold the ball in her clothes, but they were too loose. Finally, she took one of the pieces of fabric that kept a part of her hair together, and made a small backpack that surrounded the ball well. She tied it with string which served as belt. This kept well. And with her strength, she could easily tear it when needed.

Hanasia took a deep breath and flew towards her enemy, who appeared in the clearing smoke.

Despite the great power of the attack of the Turtle's friends, the result was as she imagined. It's not that she discredited the power of their attacks compared to hers, but she understood that energy blasts on his body had no effect.

On the other hand, the ground was even more absurd. Craters of all sizes, all shapes, all around. Not all the attacks were the same and each crater had its own logic. Some were torn and scattered soil and stones, others were compressed and pushed. Some impacts spread out, some other sank into the earth. Some rocks were charred, others shone like some volcanic rocks and some even smoked continuously. A terrifying battle of an aspect she had never seen or imagined.

Amid this back­drop, the Warrior stood up, took out his half-buried legs. Slightly shaken up, he seemed to come from a mere drinking party and not an attack from the entire army of a world.

Hanasia was not going to let him recover his senses, and she suddenly appeared before him.

Romanesco knew there was someone in front of him, but he did not see much. The world swirled around him. He felt that person grabbed his arm and twisted it backwards, pressed it against his back. He felt fingers slip into his neck, and strong pushing on his bones. And that gave him a tingling.

Tingling, that's what he had now instead of the intense pain. He did not like it and wanted to catch her with his free hand, but he only gave himself a punch. Then he pulled his other arm and the person bent under his strength, he was free.

Hanasia knew that strength in the arms of his opponent was divided by ten. However, the Warrior was able to overcome her grip easily! Moreover, even if he had immediately sought to get free, the attack on the weak point of the clavicle did not seem to have done him any effect.

She had to attack again before he finds all his senses. Pointing with her index finger and all keeping other fingers folded, she was about to make an attack of the vilest, one she would never have dared to do against a normal opponent. Avoiding his giant hand that was wandering at random, she found herself in front of him, and her other hand firmly held his neck, lifting his head. She threw with precision and with the greatest possible strength her index to his neck, right between the jugular vein and the adjacent tendon. There is no bone or muscle here, just skin that she would pierce, then catch the vein and burst it by pulling it (sensitive souls should refrain to read that. Oops, too late).