Hanasia, Queen of the Saiyans

3.38 Rebellion? No, revolution !

What a mess in was in this throneroom! Dijicharate preferred order. Generally order in small pieces that didn't move, and from which hemoglobin oozed out.

All the while moving at high velocity, she visually observed the combats and came to a clear conclusion: the rebels were butchering the guards. Similarly to the Emperor, that gave her little grief. On her own she could clean the room. And the Emperor himself... well, the simple fact that the energy balls from that bombardier had on him as much effect as raindrops attested the abyssal gulf in between him and the other warriors in this room.

The bombardier, that's it, there was a mission worthy of her. The creature, hidden under a large veil, only fired to the bottom, which was normal seen as it grazed the roof. Around it, three resistant rebels attacked everything that came close. A good team. Except that the roof, that was Dijicharate's domain.

During the semi-second necessary to plot a good course that would give her an optimal attack, she decided what type of assault to launch. She could kill the rebel in front of her, and continue directly through him, cutting the bombardier into pieces, leaving the other two bodyguards looking like idiots. But it surely wouldn't be so simple. They had placed the good ones nearby. Yes, she had noticed. The armour they were wearing sported a thin layer of katshin, and even some star metal. She wouldn't cut them in half. Her weapons would dig into them. They'd be dead but she'd be immobilized. And the other two would throw themselves at her.

She had to decide quickly. Soon the bombardier would be above Blizzard, and making blood and pieces of the warrior rain on the Emperor, that was something even Dijicharate wouldn't dare.

Closing in at full speed, she found a fault in the armour. Ah, and he thought himself protected! And her blade entered with surgical precision in between two unbreakable pieces, a malformed joint. She continued into the skin, cutting the rebel's arm, and exited as the latter screamed of surprize and pain. To do this, he tilted his head slightly backwards, revealing the joint at his neck. This one was of good quality, therefore the killer in the shadows hit harder. She stopped flying, and fell with her dead opponent.

For good measure, she finished cutting his head clean off, and disappeared in a blur.

The two other rebels shivered and changed positions to cover more defensive ground, but now they were leaving a large space in between them. Her next attack would be the good one.

Yshar saw the hole and thought to replace the dead bodyguard, but he knew he'd just be killed in one blow from the terrible Dijicharate. He preferred giving a few hits from his forgiving hand to his powerful opponent with the ravaged face.

The two shields remaining stayed on the lookout for the next attack, but they were as well placed as a rabbit that unknowingly prepares against the wolf. And it didn't miss. The killer came from nowhere and launched herself at them. One raised his arm, but the attack was already started. They only had the time to see a blurred shape rush them, and a sharp circular attack cutting through the air, and with such strength it left a long scratch on the roof after.

What extraordinary speed. Such precision, such force, an admirable attack!

Under the shimmering light of the gigantic sword, the body of the queen of speed and shadows, Dijicharate, cut in half touched the roof at two different places. The rare people that followed the aerial bout, without losing sight of their own opponent, had a moment of shock. This proved fatal for one rebel, and another guard of the empire.

The strongest asset of the court had just been killed by the strongest warrior of the rebels, who had finally revealed himself.

Fortunately, not all had realized what had just happened. But the Emperor was going to find out that the one above him wasn't just a simple bombardier.