Chris stood up, finally regaining control after being in his temporary coma, the teen's bone encrusted body did not creak, or even groan under the act as it adjusted to the flexing of the knee. As the recently awoken form walked over to Sol and Vincent, he realized that another form was going berserk on the military figures gathered around them, reaping death and destruction in his wake. Chris was in awe. He he known what damage Meat could do; however he had never taken time to realize the enormity of the havic the bone collosus reaked.
The human, or whatever he was, wielded a pair of energy swords, the blades the source of destruction; the figure was moving far to fast to be human, it certainly must be another Pariah, one of his close cousins. Chris suddenly came to a conclusion that had eluded him, he was not a Pariah, but rather the governments attempt to create such things. A Pariah was a being blessed with the powers of God to do something, perhaps something great, or maybe something destructive. This was one Truth the boy had always known, God exists for one reason. If there is a Hell, there must be a Heaven, and Chris had most definately seen Hell.
As the bone-armored figure silently walked up behind Sol, Vincent, and whoever Sol had in his head, the chitin-like helm receded, leaving only a viel covering his lower face. As the boy spoke, his voice bellowed a new-found strength due to the power, telling the listeners as to the change that had occur within the figure. Inside himself, Chris was now aware that without his suit, he would have been naked but didn't care at the moment. His voice carried the slightly fear it once had, but Chris vowed from this day forward, he would work with his fear; however, he also knew it would be worse when he was just a normal human.
"Sol? I would,.....umm....take the time to thank you and your friend; however, I think we have more problems. I offer my.....help if you shall need it." Once the helm had retracted, the boy's eyes could be seen as the true human color they were, both of them. "If your friend's are in trouble, I shall repay my debt to you through helping them." Clenching his fists, the figure felt a spike of guilt go through his heart at the pain he had caused Sol; however, the man had spared him, and even helped him. A debt of gratitude was owed here, and the boy would see that he would repay it. And not only him, but Meat as well if he was needed.

Vegeta! What does the scouter say about his power level?!
It's over NINE THOUSAAAAANNNNDDDDD!!!111oneone1eleven!
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