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Kazra Kanahashi

"You belong beneath me. You are nothing but filth. I will end your pathetic life ... all life." [AU Kazura Kanahashi]

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Prose, as played by RolePlayGateway

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"Why do you fight against your place in this world? Are you not comfortable beneath my foot? Pitiful ... "

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The woman that stares at you with such a stoic yet still malicious glare wishes nothing more than for the bane of your existence. You are not worthy to even be alive in her eyes. Nothing but weak and pathetic. You could attempt to prove to her differently, yet her pride very much so doubts that such an event could ever take place. That singular eye just continues to stare back at you, awaiting your challenge or submission. Kazra—if she were a more humanitarian soul—believes that you should choose submission but if she spoke, the woman would do nothing but taunt you into a battle of fierce resolve. Taunt? No—she's decided that it is her right to remove your life from this world.

"Fool. You are going to die now."

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Saiyan Strengths
Ki.
Enhanced Physical Strength, Speed, and Stamina.
Bukujutsu or Flight.
Energy Signal Perception.
Saiyan Regeneration.

Youkai Strengths
Further Enhanced Physical Strength, Speed, and Stamina.
Enhanced Dexterity and Flexibility.
A Pristine Physique.
Enhanced Regeneration.
Enhanced Sight, Smell, Hearing, and Touch.
Yoki.
Psionics.











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"The First Betrayal ..."

Kazra was born of an act that should never have occurred—a night that should have never taken place. It was the mingling of pure blood and that of disgusting and lowly blood which gave the woman her terrible past. Her father a Saiyan, her mother a Youkai, and their coupling of flesh was an utter betrayal of her father's heritage. Kazra knows that she should never have been born—that her father should have struck down the woman who she does not even accept as the woman who bred her. That single act was the beginning of it all ...

Hunted on Orterra, Kazra watched as her family was destroyed and the people she loved were slaughtered. First it had been her parents and their crime came to be punished. Next came her younger sister Verashin. And it was then with only her and the youngest sister, Rizakumei, left alive did Kazra realize they could no longer remain on Orterra. Determination had been set and she found a way to flee from the planet along with Riza. It was on Titan that they found safety—a planet that was Earth yet not Earth. Life became hard for the both of them. They remained hungry and tired, without shelter or food. Kazra knew that they were both suffering and a battle in her mind always took place. Riza and herself should never have been born. That much was known by the death of her parents and that of Verashin. Continuing to suffer from day to day even after finding sanctuary, would it not have been better to die?

"The Second Betrayal ..."

The night that had broken Kazra was when she found herself looming over the sleeping figure of her sister with a intense intent set into her crimson eyes. Fingers twitched and reached out for her sister's throat in order to choke the life from her—the end the misery they both lived. It was a night to correct the mistakes that her father had committed. Kazra still remembers it all to this day. She can still feel the way that Riza's throat felt beneath her fingers. She can recall the exact pressure used to begin suffocating that innocent girl. She remembers how her sister had looked upon her and struggled to free herself beneath a vice like grip. Kazra also remembers the moment that Riza stopped moving, stopped breathing, and was entirely still. She had been freed, but the thought came which broke Kazra. She was no better than her father. She had betrayed her own blood and murdered Riza.

"No. Not murdered, but I should—"

There was still a heartbeat and Riza yet lived but only barely. Kazra, entirely disgusted with herself, took her sister and fled into the the small town seeking help. In the care of others, it was then that she knew that she was not worthy of raising Riza any longer. Kazra that very same night disappeared and would not be seen for years to come. Riza soon forgot of her elder sister and thrived in her new life while Kazra remained wandering from place to place with no home and no family. She only had herself and the past which clung to her body in a heavy burden. Finding nothing but weakness in herself—which had roots to the very moment she had been born—Kazra challenged herself to become something that was worthy of returning to her sister.

The next years were spent training beneath various masters and learning the arts of combat and discipline herself in the usage of Ki and Yoki. Though with the odd and strange abilities the woman possessed and was able to wield, each and every place that could have become her home outcast Kazra. The people feared her and wished her to be gone. Kazra did not understand that it was human nature to fear something they did not understand and the lingering thoughts of her mixed blood mislead the young woman's mind. She wasn't worthy of their presence. They did not want her there because they saw themselves as better than her. Never once did Kazra think that they were merely scared for their mortal lives. It was the catalyst of why Kazra in later years would come to hate anything that was remotely and or even partially human.

"Riza ..."

And so it came that it was time for Kazra to return to her sister—time to train Riza and prove to her that she was strong now. That she could now be raised by her own family. They too, together, would show these ignorant humans that it was not they that were beneath them, but them beneath Kazra and Riza. Together they would prove to the humans that they were worthy of living on this planet. But creeping into the town that Kazra had left Riza, she would come to know betrayal again. Her sister had remained with the very people that had taken her in to care for her, had remained innocent, and lived a life that was very different from Kazra. The people did not look upon her younger sister with fear or hatred, nor did they see the young girl as an outcast. No, Riza had become part of them and had been accepted gladly into the arms of these humans. Riza had forgotten who she was and had forgotten Kazra. Once more did Kazra feel abandoned and betrayed by her very own blood. Not only had Riza not know her name, but Kazra was deemed the woman who had attempted to kill her that fateful evening.

" ... and I murdered that entire town. I slaughtered each and every single unworthy and disgusting human. They were all wiped from the face of Titan while Riza watched. I made her witness what was the consequences of her actions. Remember me not now, little sister. You too like them are ungrateful of me and have cast me aside. Grow stronger because one day I will return to finish what I could not so many years ago. I should kill you right now, but I want the world to see that you are just ... like ... me ... "

"Suffer as I have ... it is your Fate."

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A legendary blade made of Xenonite. The Xenon in it is a rare—one of a kind—material infused into countless other molten alloys and stone to create what is known as the Chusshin Blade. Scientific thought suggests that fusing such materials together would make a rather weak and unstable blade but with the addition of Xenon on the molecular level, all the materials come together to form a more solid, stable, and perfect creation—Xenonite. Mokushissaiga is able to act upon its own self. It can form around the blade of its body the energy of the wielder's choosing and adds to the power of that energy. Nothing save another Xenonite creation can destroy Mokushissaiga—it is invulnerable to all but those of the same making. The sword can rend asunder through almost any material or even, energy including magic. Even those that seek sanctuary in the ethereal plane are not truly protected from the blade. Realms are no obstacle for Mokushissaiga. The holder of this blade becomes immortal. No longer do they age. No longer are they susceptible to illness, disease, or toxins which would affect their health. From the material the blade is made, Mokushissaiga very light and very quick to slice through the resistance of air, auras, or wakes of energy powers.

Mukoshissaiga is the ninth of thirteen brothers and sisters.


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Two weeks after the utter annihilation of that small town on Titan, fate would strike Kazra again. A blade of great power was to come into her possession. It would become her partner in the destruction of city after city on Titan, and fuel her desire to end all life as it were on that singular planet.

And so it was that Kazra remained alone in her wandering and journey to become more powerful than any living being had ever seen before. Ambition was set into stone and became fully embodied in the Saiyan. They would all speak of her terror and fear the very earth that Kazra tread upon. She would become their trepidation and they would pay the price of their crimes just as her entire family had so many years ago. Their pain and suffering would become the symphony Kazra conducted with a fierce hand. And so the destruction of an entire planet began ...

The start of the genocide of humans took place on one fateful and destined afternoon beneath a blaring sun which heat made the very air shimmer and dance visually. Dust rose from the dried and crack ground beneath Kazra's boots with each step taken. The Saiyan had been journeying from one town to the next, yet avoided the larger cities at this point in time. People were killed ruthlessly and mercilessly in her wake and the bodies left behind were the only testament that she had passed through. Their rotting corpses were left for fodder to give sustenance to wild beasts and avians. She cared nothing to bury them, or to speak words for safe passage into the afterlife. To her, there was no life after death. An existence merely ended.

A wry smirk touched the edges of her lips each and every time the face of those who died at her hands surfaced in her mind. Kazra remembered them all: men, women, and even children who were slaughtered without a single sign of mercy. But do not mistake her, Kazra cared for their deaths. It was her sole mission in life now to kill every human that lived on Titan. They were ignorant, weak, and foolish beings that should never have been evolved into fruition. Kazra was the future of the world and now natural selection was going to make sure that her very bloodline was the one which would suceed. Titan would be pured of its taint and plague of the disease that was known to her as human.

Stirred from her thoughts, Kazra paused and stood still in the middle of that desert. The intuition granted by her saiyan and youkai blood forced the realization that no longer was she alone by proximity. There was a touch of power; a signal of energy which Kazra felt in the very core of her being. Crimson eyes narrowed dangerously and the change from reflective to killer took hold of Kazra in a flash of an instant. That energy recognized by the saiyan was a challenge and Kazra was determined to kill this being—whatever it may be—and end its life more so than she was determined to kill a human being.

Upon the horizon an oasis was spotted that held no illusion and was real, Kazra was certain. Palms were outlined against the clear sky and danced in a heavy breeze that never reached the saiyan. Foliage wrapped around a sliver of a glittering pool of water to cast a splash of color against the dull brown of the earth. A figure was spotted as well but not even Kazra's eyes could make out the detail of that person. A single chuckle of laughter went unheard by all ears aside from the woman's and eyes slowly closed against the view presented before her.

The smirk that Kazra had held only seconds ago turned into a malicious and evil grin which could have split the saiyan's face in two and exposed sharp teeth. It was time again to play God. Expression contorted. Those crimson eyes opened back unto the world beneath the shadow of her drawn down brow and Kazra parted teeth to unleash an almost insane hiss of the destruction soon to come to that unkown person's body. The ground at the saiyan's feet became nothing but a crater as Kazra defied gravity as a whole and took flight at an astounding and frightening speed to her target. The only signal of her enclosure on that person was the trail of dust left behind in the wake of her Bukujutsu.

The closer and closer that she became over what was only mere seconds, Kazra began to make out the details of this person that had no right to live. It was then, taking in their presence through sight alone, that Kazra knew what this person was: a pure blooded saiyan. Nothing but rage consumed the woman at the discovery and that desire to murder them grew into epic proportions. There would be no control had in this battle and this saiyan man would feel the raw and powerful need of vengeance by Kazra's hand. The war cry that tore from the female's throat was a signal that came too late for the unknown saiyan.

Kazra just feet from her target reared back a strong fist—fingers slowly curling back in upon themselves and tightened into steel which made knuckles turn white as bone. Disciplined muscles tightened and before that saiyan man—the one whose name will never be known—could grasp what was about to unfold upon himself, Kazra had already thrown the punch directly into the man's throat. Blood spewed from his mouth and shock rendered his body into a seizure while she drove his body into the ground. Kazra gave him no time to react. She was no fool even if this man was a pitiful excuse for a pure-bred saiyan.

The dust had not even been given time to rise to its full height before Kazra landed straddled upon the soon-to-be corpse and pry with her fingers apart the jaw of the man. Flesh stretched beyond its capability and bone snapped to shatter beneath muscle and tendon. With a last jerk of Kazra's arm, the entire jawbone that belonged to the man came loose and was tossed behind the female. A fountian of that life giving crimson liquid flowed furiously down the chest of the once saiyan while splatters dotted along Kazra's face—merely warpaint in this one sided battle. Gurgled cries and screams of sheer horror bubbled and frothed as the male's hands reached up to grasp ahold of Kazra's neck. They never reached however as she took hold of them one by one and ripped them from his body.

Again flesh resisted against the pull and then the snap of bone added to the melody of Kazra's maniac laughter. Tendrils of sinew were like ribbons in the wind as the arms too were discarded behind the woman. The ground beneath them would no longer be nurtured by the pool of clear water, but by the dark stain of the man's blood spilling forth from his body.

"Time to die," Kazra sneered at the pathetic life form between her thighs and at the hand of her ruthlessness. Precision was taken for her next and final attack. Right hand was once again reared back while fingers all pointed down at her target from a sharp angle. Left hand made sure that he would witness his death. Bringing the saiyan's death to a climax, Kazra thrust her hand forward into the male's throat to pentrate straight through skin. Spine was grasped into her vice fingers and it was ripped out through the front of his neck bringing most of his length of vertebrae along with the intially grasped bone.

Kazra stood with her prize still clutch in her hand and looked down at the shadow of what had been a body. Droplets of blood dripped from her hair and from the end of her nose before those crimson eyes closed again in victory of that thing's defeat. The manical grin died back down into a smirk. When Kazra was just turning to walk away and continue on in her journey with a fresh memory of death, the sun peeked out through the cloud of dust that lingered in the air. A wink of light caught her eye behind the protection of eyelid, and that single ocular opened to peer down at a blade that had not been noticed in the slaughter.

Weapons had come and gone in Kazra's life so far and none had withstood the power she possessed—the strength she possessed. Sword after sword shattered beneath her strikes against bodies and obstacles, so why would taking this one be any different. It would be nothing aside from a burden to her again. The weapons were useless. Yet, looking upon that blade some fancy struck into Kazra and she found herself unable to leave it with its failed master. One touch. One touch was all it took to become attached to what she would soon learned was Mokushissaiga. It was hers now, and she was destined to find this blade. And now that Mokushissaiga had a new master, it would regain its true purpose once more; killing and ending lives that were not worthy to be lived—to purge.

Discovering the power behind the blade and how it enhanced her own, Kazra now traveled to the large cities of Titan. Sky scrapers were brought down with single swings. Military units were destoryed without a thought or effort. Bodies lined the streets and the rivers flooded with their blood. Nothing but the smoke of fires tainted the once beautiful sky.

Apocalypse had struck Titan. Kazra had struck Titan.

The only living beings that were left once she had enacted her revenge was Kazra and Rizakumei.

So begins...

Kazra Kanahashi's Story

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An explosion of concrete rioted the still air of the city and was heard for miles upon miles. The very earth itself shook with the force that had collided against street which shattered beneath an unknown figure's boots. Cars were thrown against buildings as if nothing but children's' toys only to rupture in steel and flame from the shock-wave. Light posts bent as well as pathetic trees that were used for nothing more than decoration in this unknown location. As the rumbling passed and the dust settled what was seen was nothing more than a deep crater and the reason it had been created.

Humans scattered like roaches with terrified screams—scrambled furiously for their very lives. Already were their dead bodies scattered along the ground either maimed, crushed, or even impaled by the debris of her arrival. She had only just discovered this planet and death has begun by her hand. Kazra stood there with eyes closed and listened to the beautiful symphony playing in her ears. An evil smirk touched upon her lips only to grow in a grin to expose sharpened teeth. Let them fear her. Run for their lives.

So this was the planet that would feel her wrath be brought upon it next. Titan did not survive long and neither would this ... Terra. Uncrossing her arms from her chest, Kazra opened that singular eye and finally viewed the pitiful excuse for a world. An unworthy and filthy human attempted to run past the Saiyan and was caught immediately by his skull. Kazra did not even look upon the disgusting animal before applying pressure on his head with her full strength. Bone cracked and popped. Eye bulged from the man's head while nothing but horrified shrieks of pain and impending death roar from his throat.

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"You are weak," Kazra said while quickly moving that eye to commit that expression of utter doom on the man's face. With a last flex of those vice like fingers, Kazra literally crushed the man's skull beneath her fingers and it exploded in a blossom of bones, brain matter, and blood. Deplorable. The body was dropped at her feet and even more so now did the crowd of humans struck with immense trepidation flee away from Kazra in dire abhorrence. The Saiyan only flicked her fingers free of the blood and gore that clung to them while withdrawing Mokushissaiga.

"Time to learn of you, Terra ... "

Turning to her left, a building was spotted and like so many other beings, even this Kazra was drawn towards it. Walking forth from the destruction already created, the Saiyan entered this 'Gambit's Bar' and stalked a few steps forward. There in the middle of the bar Kazra stood with a quirked brow and a deadly gaze. Let her learn of their weaknesses first, she thought to herself. Learn and then destroy. Would those already present feel the immense power and foreboding that veritably dripped of Kazra? Would they already fear her, or would they rise up against this new challenge and threat? The possibilities made Kazra grin madly.

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The sound of crashing above her head disturbed Kazra yet still did she not look upwards to pinpoint the reason behind the noise. Merely closing her only exposed eye, the Saiyan was able to feel the energy signal of the being. It was stronger than the pitiful and pathetic beings that surrounded her currently. As soon as Shinzui landed sprawled along the floor of Gambit's—which was nothing more than a sewer pit of filth in Kazra's eyes—her right hand was extended out towards him, palm parallel to his figure.

"Allow me to assist you with your death," Kazra said in a stoic and almost monotone voice—emotionless and cold. Ki began to collect in in the shape of a sphere and hovered mere centimeters from her palm. Enough had already been learned of this creature who lay prone along the ground—where he belongs, Kazra thought to herself silently. The Ki conjuration continued to grow and gather power even while someone dared to speak to her without permission.

The left hand which held that prized Chussin blade was raised and directed at the man who spoke to Kazra.

"Be gone, filth before you life is ended with no remorse. You dare challenge me and I can promise that your existence will cease immediately, pathetic human. You are not even worthy to speak to me," the Saiyan said so coldly while not even bothering to open that crimson eye. There was no need. Each and every single being in the room could be felt by Kazra—could be seen and sensed through her very genetics.

Isobel Shields, if she did not move by the time that Kazra decided to unleash the Ki being prepped in her palm would come to be obliterated. Not that the Saiyan would have even flinched or blinked because of an 'accidental' death of an ignorant bystander.

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A smirk spread along Kazra's face and she began to laugh deep in her throat. It was not the laugh of a merry person. It was not the joyous expression of amusement. No. This laugh was filled with mirth and detest for these unworthy creatures attempting to stand up for their right to live. Kazra almost make it her personal goal to end their lives.

"Enough of your words, fool," Kazra said with pure malice before unleashing the sphere of Ki upon Shinzui's body and with Isobel in the way. The shield that was conjured proved useful and left the woman intact, but the sheer force and power of Kazra ate away at it and perhaps began to deteriorate the magical structure. For Shinzui, if he did not find himself within the weak protection made by the lowly female, he would feel the full force of the attack.

Floor boards were torn up in the wake of the unleashed Ki and shattered into millions of fragments to scatter around the room. Furniture was displaced and even the very walls shook from the explosion. Those sensitive to light would find themselves temporarily blinded, yet that blindness soon died away while the bar was cast into nothing but darkness from the shattering of lights overhead.

It was but a taste of what Kazra held in strength.

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"Mn. You have some skill about you," Kazra said while allowing both her arms to fall back to her sides. That eye closed again and it almost seemed as if the Saiyan had become passive. That sad little life form of a woman—Isobel Shields—was still felt through Kazra's blood yet she ignored her. Not even worth her time or effort. If Kazra wished, she could just stroll over to the female and loom over her. Death for her would have been quick as well. Kazra would have allowed Isobel to feel no pain as her body was obliterated into absolute nothingness. However, there was always the lust to rip the spine from a person's body and hold that gruesome trophy in her hands.

Then expression changed in an instant. That filthy human male spoke up to her once again and dared to challenge her. He dared to make a fool out of her.

Kazra's brow drew downwards in a fierce angle to overshadow that singular crimson eye while teeth were bared.

"You are not even worthy to speak to me, pathetic and betraying human!"

Again that sphere of Ki began to grow in the palm of her hand, gaining power exponentially yet not enough to kill him due to the fact that Kazra had been mislead by the usage of power suppression. However, once the Saiyan discovered this fallacy, the same mistake would not be made twice.

"Die filth," Kazra spit at him before releasing the power of the Ki sphere aimed directly at his person. Again it would tear another line of floor boards in its wake. The building shook again, furniture again displaced and even flipped over from the shock-wave that ripped through the air. For a brief instance the bar was entire lit and only when that light died down would anyone witness if Torin Ilium survived the attack.

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That eye shifted towards the youkai male as his blade passed within a whisper's breath of her flesh. He would come to know her words of consequence of his actions soon enough. Kazra, however, had other circumstances to deal with as Torin hidden potential was unleashed to consume her own attack. The Saiyan was hit with the full force of his offensive ability and LeBeau's as well had struck Kazra.

The very foundation of Gambit's Bar shook with the colliding forces of magic upon the Saiyan's body. This time the furniture did not survive intact. Pieces that were too close to the woman merely stopped existing and shattered into nothing but dust to create a thick fog where Kazra had once stood—where she still stood.

Such attacks were allowed to strike her form so that the Saiyan could discover what power they held behind their futile attempts to end her life. Pitiful.

The dust settled after a long moment and thinned enough in the air that Kazra's silhouette was finally visible. She had not died. She had not been gravely injured. The only sufferance Kazra had earned was noted by the smoldering fabric of her clothing. Not a flaming red hair on her head has been displaced and she remained one-hundred percent whole—albeit with ash smudges on exposed skin.

Standing in a mild crater in a sea of debris, Kazra arched a brow and folded her arms across her chest.

"Would you like to try again, perhaps?"

That crimson eye closed again as if the Saiyan were nothing more than bored.

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The sounds of boots treading along what remained of Gambit's floor, crushing glass and wood pulp beneath each step Kazra took towards Torin Ilium. Drawing up her blade to hover near the man's throat close enough that a simple thrust would penetrate Mokushissaiga clean through his mortal flesh. Crimson eye narrowed as Kazra loomed over the weak mortal man.

"Get stronger. Come challenge me. You are spare for now, disgusting male," the Saiyan said while noting the energy signal of another Saiyan—a pure bred Saiyan. Kazra raged silently and her jaw clenched tightly before slowly that gaze was brought around to meet the source of a power that almost matched her own.

"Come to hunt me down have you. Come to end my life. Come to erase my name from the world, Saiyan," she questioned one after the other. If there was something more that Kazra detested than humans, it was a Saiyan. They had been the ones that drove her from her home planet. They had been the ones that slaughtered her family. Her father had been a Saiyan and it was his betrayal that had sent Kazra down this fated path of destiny.

If a look of loathing could kill, the Saiyan man would be bleeding from every orifice of his body.

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"Mn," Kazra sounded at the back of her throat while bringing around the tip of her blade to smile at the Saiyan. His very presence was despised and loathed beyond the expression of words. The female Saiyan's palm rose and gestured towards the male.

"You life will end by my hand," Kazra stated as power gathered around her form. Hair swirled in the rapidly gathering ki energy and sent dust particles whirling around the room once again. Mokushissaiga was coated in the very energy that was being called upon by Kazra and enhanced the female's power significantly. What was left of Gambit's foundation rumbled once more at the gathering of excellent power. He would tremble in fear and doubt himself at such display of ability, Kazra knew it to be fact in her mind. Upon Titan, not a single soul would dare to face Kazra in such a fashion. They had fled for their lives and failed—were slaughtered ruthlessly.

Then the lunge was taken, and Kazra's body was thrust forward in a speed unmatched by only the rarest and most powerful creatures ever witnessed. The speed in which the battle continued would not be visible to the human eye—only a blur as the rest of Gambit's toppled and fell into a shadow of a remnant of what it once had been. Slash after slash with the incalculable speed of Mokushissaiga sliced through the air as if resistance never existed—each precise swing aimed to cut the flesh from that pathetic Saiyan.

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That lone crimson eye narrowed dangerously at the display of male's own power. It was no longer time to play games and now he was going to taste even more of her power. Not only was this female a saiyan, but was also had the blood of a youkai flowing through her veins. This alone wrote into stone that Kazra would be able to fell this foul male Saiyan without even tapping into the full potential of her ability.

The swings of Mokushissaiga were testing the weaknesses of Fluffles and to see if the male would put himself on the defensive or offensive. Now that she had known, Kazra disappeared even to his trained eye and reappeared several hundreds of feet above him.

Hands rose up above her head and a large sphere of not only Ki, but a mixture of Yoki and Ki grew above her palms. A grimace splayed out along her face and an expression utter madness gripped Kazra's would-be-lovely features. It cast a light on the world that could have been mistaken for the sun itself so powerful and large this gathering of energy had become.

Kazra had only arrived to the world, but in order to end that Saiyan's life she would destroy the entire planet if needed despite her want to discover the beings that trampled on this Terra's soil.

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Kazra's mad grin grew a little more malicious as she stared at Fluffles, eye to eye.

"Time to die," the female Saiyan said before she hurled the enormous ball of energy at the Saiyan. Being that close to Kazra, he would not stand a single chance to remove himself from the trajectory of its path unless nothing short of a miracle took place. Kazra's speed outmatched his by far and left no time for him to react properly.

The attack was premature however, and it would not come to destroy the entire planet but lay waste to the entirety of Wing City instead. Kazra's first day upon Terra and already did she become infamous by slaughtering countless people and creatures. Crashing through the sky, the sphere collided with Terra and was comparable to the force of an atomic bomb ripping through the city. Buildings collapsed and exploded. Roads were torn up and cast aside before being turned into nothing but particles of rubble. It was as if the very core of the world shook at Kazra's attack and the shock-wave to follow after the destruction of the city traveled for miles upon miles. The quake itself from the impact drew up the very earth itself, creating chasms and ridges that had not existed before until nothing but a crater was left of what once was Wing City.

Terra remained intact still with Kazra hovering in its atmosphere.

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Maw opened to laugh with Kazra's head thrown back in the sheer sweet taste of victory.

The Saiyan had challenged a superior being and had been thrown back into his place.

This was his fate and Kazra had been the vessel. Soon the entire planet of Terra would follow suit.

Only the mad cackling of Kazra permeated the air while her fingers arched in claws at what her hands had achieved this day.

Fear me, Terra.

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Arms crossed beneath her chest and that singular crimson eye stared down at the destruction wrought by her hands. A voice rang through her ears and a hand gestured carelessly in a flourish of fingers.

"I assume this is your doing," Kazra stated in a rhetorical question more so than a true question. What else if not him that brought her to this very place which was not where she had been moments ago. Quick of fuse Kazra was but a fool she was not.

She never answered his inquiry.

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"Mn," was her only reply for the moment. So this was the world that would have come to be if she had been allowed to destroy the planet, Kazra assumed. If it had not been for the interruptions, at least.

"I do what I must," was Kazra's short explanation. "If the fool had accepted his place beneath me then a world such a this would have never existed." And she saw it as truth.

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A simple nod of her head which made red strands jounced slightly. It was enough answer for the ... man.

"I do not come here to destroy your planet," Kazra stated though it was half truth. She was going to slaughter those that were deemed weak: the humans, the betraying Saiyans, and others that were titled as unworthy in her eyes. They would know suffering at her hand.

Kazra's closed her eye once more and folded those strong arms back into their habitual place.

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Nothing but the sound of boots on the woodwork floor of Gambit's was heard from Kazra as she exited the bar without so much casting a glance at the patrons that diseased her presence.

They all would come to know death another day and had been spared their death this day because of a foolish Saiyan and an intervening creature. They would remained ignorant to what the world would have been forever.

Exiting with a distasteful growl between sharp teeth, Kazra departed.

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Once again would the planet of Terra come to know the sheer and raw brutality of Kazra ...

The city had been reset by whatever deities guarded over the foul little world and the Saiyan was quite adamant about returning Wing City to its previous state. The foundations of buildings shook, cars were tossed without a care, whole families were slaughtered without a second thought—even children did not know mercy from Kazra.

The line of destruction lead to Gambit's Bar, leaving behind in Kazra's wake a river of blood and the music of horrified screams. Boots settled inside the room and the Saiyan came to a stop in the middle of the room. Head tilted slightly to the right sending tendrils of crimson hair sliding about her shoulders. Eye remained closed and Kazra concentrated on something—something that tickled at her senses.

They are coming. Mn, let them come. They will befall the same fate as he.

That smirk settled onto her face, the hint of a sharp tooth flashing against bottom lip.

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A single hand was raise up into the air with palm parallel to the ceiling before Kazra made a rather flourished gesture. Her expression or position did not change other than that simple movement.

"Come to seek out your revenge have you," she stated in a rhetorical question. Of course they had come because of that very reason. Saiyans were worse than humans. Humans bent down to the will of someone like Kazra whereas Saiyans had the need to rise up and prove that they were more worthy of living than she.

And each one that had fell. Saiyan after saiyan destroyed.

"Who shall come to the wrath of my hand, first," Kazra said in a dark tone while peering that singular crimson eye at a few.

"Weak," she said while pointing to one with her index finger.

"Pathetic," Kazra said to the next and pointed to them as well.

"Pitiful."

"Disgusting."

"Deploring."

Each and every single Saiyan that had appeared in the was insult personally by Kazra and labelled.

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Kazra's mad cacking filled the room as the Saiyans attacked her. Staring nothing but death at one of them, Kazra seemed to just disappeared before their very eyes—flicker from existence before appearing behind the female as the explosion of their attack was left without a target.

Reeling a hand backwards with fingers positioned as if her hand was a blade, Kazra whispered a last degrading insult behind her. "Saiyan, why so eager to die by my hand," the mocking question rung through her ears before the hand was brought forth and aimed between shoulder blades at her back.

The attack was meant to travel through that female's body, sever through spine, and then fingers would clutch around her heart, all in one swift movement that was a blur even to a Saiyan's trained eye. These five beings stood no chance and Kazra was going to make that apparent after ripping out the heart of this female and flashing them that malicious grin.

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Kazra continued to stand there and merely raised a hand and pointed a single index finger straight at the forehead of another Saiyan. A crimson beam of Ki shot out from that digit and carried on through the room in a cry of untold power to sliced his skull in half.

Kazra laughed and laughed at this pathetic display of vengeance. Was this the best that the Saiyan race had to offer anymore? What weak beings they had become over the years.

Every punch. Every kick. Every single attack that was thrown at the female was gracefully evaded and with far too much ease. They couldn't even get close to her and perhaps realization dawned on them that Kazra was toying with her prey before they each would fall to their demise.

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"Filth," Kazra stated the single word.

The Saiyans that had come in order to defeat her and take vengeance on the one she had killed earlier that day were attempting to flee. Kazra's expression of malign amusement died away and no longer was she. Her features showed nothing but contempt. Not only had they dared to come to take her life in the exchange of the one she had taken from them, but now they were giving her permission to live. Not even out of the door had they made it before Kazra appeared before them with arms crossed beneath her chest and stared them down with that singular crimson eye.

"You are going to die now," she said before throwing a fist into the abdomen of one opponent. Kazra threw powerful punch after powerful punch until her entire fist resided in the cavity of his body. Blood spilled forth like a fountain from his body before Kazra plunged the other hand to join its mate. Cracks of bones were heard and the Saiyan's rib cage was torn apart to spill entrails along the floor.

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Then a throat was captured as that body was discarded so easily, and Kazra applied the pressure of her vice grip on the Saiyan's neck. So close had she brought him to her stoic gaze, a mere inch from her own face so that he could forever remember who it was that ended his pathetic existence. Raising her other hand, Kazra then grasped his skull only to rip it from his body in a brutal beheading.

After the death of four Saiyans and leaving the bar in a gruesome state, the blood covered Kazra stood in the middle of the room with her arms resting in their habitual place and with that eye closed. She was going to let the last flee so that more would come to her, so that a more powerful opponent would show. But then why should she allow such a thing. He had no right to live whatsoever. Kazra smirked and raised her hand to gather another sphere of Ki within her palm and unleashed the raw power that she held through her genetics alone. His body disintegrated just as Fluffles' had in her destruction of Wing City.

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'Who here exudes the energy of Kazura Kanahashi ...'

Crimson eye snapped open to view the being that had made the demanding entrance in the room, and Kazra stared at it while standing in the circle of death and destruction she had created so easily. She had no idea who this 'Kazura Kanahashi' was and had never heard the name yet so similar to her own. It brought back forth the memory which had been caste aside so carelessly—words that had been spoken by a man that was not a man.

'Very well. I could probably spew out some deep knowledge about finding yourself and fixing this shit-hole of self-despair and loathing, but given that every iteration of your manifestation within this world, all follow the same road of violence and destruction, that would be redundant' .

The simple words so vague to Kazra's ears had found them deaf at the time yet now they ran through her head and search through the endless possibilities. Though, even with this, she did not even begin to assume that this being was searching for herself. What Kazra assumed was that another so close to herself in power and rank had existence here on this pathetic planet. It was just coincidence they shared the same surname and almost the same first.

"Your 'Kazura' is not here. Be gone," Kazra simply stated with a flourish of her hand as if dismissing him from her presence in the sewer pit of filth that was Gambit's.

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Brow drew downward in utter distaste that this being decided that it was his right to speak to her in such a manner. Kazra felt the need to destory his existence and erase this being along with his arrogance from the world. But the expression faded from the Saiyan's face and a stoic demeanor came over Kazra as if the words he spoke mattered nothing to her nor his attitude. He would come to face the wrath of her hand soon enough as many had already during her short term upon Terra's soil.

"Why do you even speak to me. Your very presence disgusts me and yet ... I almost find myself curious as to who this 'Kazura' is since you speak of him so highly in power and ability. A God you say? Perhaps I should hunt down this man and bring about his demise to prove that he is just as weak as any other loathsome creature on this planet," Kazra stated with righteousness frothing in her tone along with confidence. The female's head bowed and closed her eye to think upon the battle that would take place betwixt her and this 'God'.

"You speak against the one that created you. Kanahashi ... Mn," Kazra said to herself. One that had created the being before her who was obviously a fool. If a minion of his hand, then why allow him to roam so freely and speak of his Master as such. Kazra would not have allowed such a thing to exist. "I would watch your tongue when you speak to me. I am not so forgiving as these other lifeforms we find our presence in. Do not think for a moment that I will hestitate to end you life with such a tone taken against me," the female stated while lifted a single hand and extended an index finger to point around at the gruesomely slaughtered corpses that were nothing but pitiful excuses for pure-bred Saiyans. It was a warning to him.

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A smirk lifted the edge of Kazra's lip. The gall that this creature had to continue speaking to her in the manner that he was. Let him continue to fuel the rage that was settling in Kazra. She almost dared this Nox Infernal to do such. Another death today by her hand would be more than pleasurable to be executed because of his insolence. He belonged beneath her and Kazra would force him to submit to such a state. But for now, she listened and she spoke.

Fate would be met soon but not in this moment.

"You say that our signatures are almost a perfect match and yet you doubt that I could take down such an opponent. You doubt me already and yet you do not know me. I am offended and even more repulsed by these ridiculous words that spill from your mouth. You test me, creature, and push me ever so closer to the precipice," Kazra commented while watching Nox close his proximity. She was not disturbed by such a close distance in the least and almost welcomed it. For if he were to make a trespass against her then Kazra's right to end his life would be more justified than it already was written.

Let it be known that Kazra had not ignored the presence of the disgusting human that dared to rise up against her. She had spared him—allowed him to live yet another day. It was an experiment of sorts. Kazra was going to allow him to obtain power and rise up to challenge her exemplary ability. The look upon his face as she tore it from his skull was to be more prized than any human kill that had come before Torin Ilium. Kazra was going to treasure that very moment for many years to come. Let the humans learn that there is not resisting her vengeance and hatred of the race as a whole. Let them rise only to fall even more powerfully than they had first.

Kazra laughed deeply within her throat.

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"You imply that we are the same person. Do not think that concept has escaped my grasp with your choice of words. I can assure you that whatever you are thinking, that we are not for there is no Kanahashi that is of my nature," were the words spoken by Kazra and held more truth than she realized. Yet still Kazra did not grasp the concept that this Kazura was precisely she and she him. Coincidence and similarity. That was all it had been and all that it would remain in Kazra's mind, even if her words suggested another meaning had been gathered entirely.

"I will meet this 'God'," Kazra stated. The nature of that meeting and what it were to entail was left unsaid. There was no reason to explain herself to this creature and there was no reason to tell him of what she planned.

'You guys want to start something?'

Kazra's eye was curved around to peer at the lowly human being and her right hand flickered out to him as if dismissing his presence with a flourish. There was a new goal set into Kazra and such a despicable life form as he did not even deserve the time wasted on Kazra talking his life. Such an easy task it would be to crush his existence as well.

"We will meet again," the female stated with finality before only the sounds of her footfalls along the floor presided over her exit of Gambit's Bar. Yes indeed, Nox and Kazra would come face to face another time.

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