Hanasia, Queen of the Saiyans

3.44 Intense rage

Hanasia remembered her previous trip into space and knew that exiting the ship meant putting herself in danger as well as in a position of weakness. Because she had also understood that her opponent faced no discomfort in these conditions.

Maybe she should wait for his return, use the respite, to... to prepare... a plan? Most Saiyans weren't good with plans.

Maybe she should get closer to the bomb.

But they had told her Demons were very smart. How to do it so he wouldn't see it coming?

The Queen looked around her.

A few subjects were laying about, arms hanging about or scratching their fur, not really knowing what to do, or looking at the hole through which the Demon left. Others, with all the rebels, were chasing the last enemy still alive to attack him. They looked like a huge hive, though larger, dumber, more disorganized. And that had as sole impact the loss of a fighter every three seconds. They fell like flies. Or maybe bees?

She felt that this warrior was very powerful. After all he had resisted her first attack. And damn it, that bastard was very effective in the art of eliminating opponents! He meticulously organized his massacre. It painfully reminded her of General Chatterton. (She knew neither his name nor rank, so it painfully reminded her of the tall baldhead with the goatee.) It was precisely what she had wanted to avoid!

That's what she had to do. Take care of the guy before the Demon returned.

But first, calm those dumb allies.

She sent a large energy salvo towards the hive. The large wave hit everyone. The power of the Super Saiyan Oozaru caused damage. Most of the rebels and some Saiyans were even injured. Avoka, Tagarrion and Bourgo received it through gritted teeth. She dived in. As she had hoped, all the members of the hive got out of her way, some insulting her along the way (in thought for most, because pain doesn't prevent basic survival instinct). Her punch was ready. A direct shot, it would be the best. And if he evaded it (even though he wouldn't evade it), an energy ball would follow.

Confronted to the new situation, one could think Avoka would weigh his options. But it wasn't what he was doing. Because, yes, he had already anticipated that. He had weighed his options hours ago, already. He knew he wouldn't even be able to immobilize such an overly powerful monster. So, he went on to plan 293. Using his telekinetic power once more, he pulled on the Saiyan's tail like a madman! But not only. He tried to rip it off by turning it in every direction and bending it in its base, for maximum efficiency and pain.

You know they say the monkey tail is the weakness of all Saiyans? And that those who train it lose this weakness? That's a shortcut. In truth, they get harder, but it remains one of the most sensitive spots of their body. You just need to go much, much harder for results.

Avoka was going hard. And the attack was brutal. She hadn't seen it coming, and with reason: he was still far from her... Hanasia was in agony and her attack was stopped. But she didn't count on letting him go. She got back up and threw herself back at him.

Seeing her close in, the telekinetic wondered if he shouldn't now put all his strength behind the attack. But it would be putting himself at the mercy of the two rebel leaders who were waiting for the slightest opening.

Bloody hell, the titan was fast approaching. The effort Avoka was producing to rip her tail off was fruitless. It was hurting her quite a bit, but she was too resistant, he wasn't going to succeed. He had to flee while waiting for Frosty's return. Or actually... would he dare? He smiled inside. He liked the idea: give a telekinetic slap to Frosty to wake him from unconsciousness. Even if the latter killed him in reprimand, he'd have at least postponed his death a little while... But... If Frosty gave himself a second's thought to see where he was and to return, Avoka would have died thrice over. It was too risky. Therefore...