Post by Neo-Devil on Mar 21, 2017 17:06:39 GMT -5
there is a legend among the orks, now where the Saiyans have the Super Saiyans, the orks, have the legendary Black Ork, which hasn't been seen for many millennia, not even in the previous dimension they came from. but here, 3 steps are granted to eventually gain the grand form of a black ork, now, here, in this battlefield, Barrigan shall gain the first step. Barrigan fights in on Namek against a bunch of red namekians, they were putting up quite the fight, they wanted to subjugate ork kind, at least, that's what Barrigan got from a captured red before killing the git. he skillfully uses the invulnerability, he grabs hold of a red by the face, and slams the guy into the ground, before lifting him, and crushing his head. then he threw the body at his friends. he proceeds to use Dodon ray to blow open another Namekian's face. another red tried to get him from behind, he let the red hit him while he turned to grab and blast him in the face with his blasta. the fight was so damn fun, he could feel the adrenaline pumping, his energy going crazy, he wanted more...but most of all, he wanted these damn reds to die and know their place when faced against a REAL superior GREEN being! as the reds began to fire their blasts at him, while other reds ran in used their extendable limbs to jab into him, thus doing damage to his side. he blasted his large blasta at them, they dodged out of the way, it seemed...that they were somehow learning how to predict his attacks, which left him baffled, but made him grin despite the damage to his side, he kept going, he rushed forward with his klaw to try and grab a red and slam the guy's head into the ground in one move, only...the red sidestepped out of the way, and thus his klaw only hit the arm, the red struck him in the face, startling him as another landed a nasty blow to his chest. the red Namekians jumped back, believing it was finally over...little did they know...
Barrigan stared at those Reds, who didn't even have the decency to fight him one on one....for him to lose..to these guys....no, he is an ork, a warlord, the epitome of ork greatness. for his fight to end like this, because a bunch of reds ganged up on him, it was unacceptable, he growled, as he fell to his knees, and spat blood onto the ground, he looked at it. "blood....to have been forced to this position by a bunch of reds like you who can't even fight me one on one...pathetic....pathetic pathetic PATHETIC!" he growled out in anger, the gall of these fools, trying to force him out of the fight, it was an INSULT. he slowly got back up and felt the power flowing through him, a green aura covered him. 'need more power....' he thought to himself as he tried to get more...'not enough...I need more...more power to put these pathetic Reds in their damn place for putting me into this insult to a warlord such as myself!' he thought in rage as he forced himself to bring out more power in his anger. he fell to the ground again and spat more blood as another red struck him from behind.
that last blow made something within him snap, the sheer humiliation of it all, combined with the possibility of dying to a bunch of weaklings that simply teamed up to kill him? it was insulting, humiliating, he would not let it stand. he refused to, power flowed through him, and his form began to change as he began to stand back up again, his armor fused with the form, his klaw had separated and stabbed into the ground, but also held an aura around it, and began changing itself. vengeance, was going to be sweet...and, well, he always was the eccentric one, so speeches were, of course, going to be a thing upon first gaining a transformation for him...
however, now he stood, he could feel the power flow through him, and it felt grand....he began laughing "YES, I CAN FEEL THE POWER FLOW THROUGH ME! HeheheheHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" he walked towards the remaining reds, his green aura flaring around him, his now yellow glowing eyes staring out at them with glee. "Now....let's raise some hell...." he unleashed his aura, which caused the ground around them to crack and rocks to float up "this is why you lose, it's simply because you pathetic Reds stand no chance against the likes of us, for we are green and powerful, you pathetic Reds still misunderstand your place in this world, if you can't fight properly...then face death." he stated simply "I, Barrigan Mag Uruk Thraka, the Grand Warlord of the orks! I send to you to a warrior's death!" he stated before he pulled out a large blade out of the ground, it was clearly a transformed version of his klaw, likely caused by his new transformation, nevertheless, he's always wanted to try using a sword, so it looks like this is the day! He looked like a massive rock with tree growth over him, with glowing yellow eyes, there appeared to be moss on the form, a remnant of his base form. it also changed his mindset a tad, racism becoming less of a factor. it was quite the interesting state of mind, he no longer looked at the red namekians as lower lifeforms, but rather as fellow warriors, yes...all the racism has clouded his mind from the REAL truth...there was only...the FIGHT! he launched at the red Namekians that were not dead or impaled, slamming the blade into the ground as the reds dodged out of the way, Barrigan did another flip downward strike with the blade, they dodged again, he repeated again, and again at a more and more rapid pace, forcing them to have to react faster and faster. then he lunged forward and impaled a red in a highly aggressive movement before they could counter attack, he held the red impaled into the blade, then threw the guy out of the blade.
2 more reds. he used dodon ray on a Namekian at a fast speed too quick for them to react, and he did so wordlessly, he just pointed and shot. another red Namekian down. the last one attempted a downward strike with an arm whip...it did not end well for him, as by the time his arm reached the ork, the red was already impaled with the blade. all the reds were dead. he threw the dead body out of the blade and roared as he reverted back to normal. he wanted more...he wanted more of a fight, reds, green, it didn't matter anymore, only the fun of the fight mattered now. and so he walked over to a ship, and left Namek, he had to go to Earth, or New Vegeta, for those are the only places he was going to find a fun fight worth fighting...
Barrigan stared at those Reds, who didn't even have the decency to fight him one on one....for him to lose..to these guys....no, he is an ork, a warlord, the epitome of ork greatness. for his fight to end like this, because a bunch of reds ganged up on him, it was unacceptable, he growled, as he fell to his knees, and spat blood onto the ground, he looked at it. "blood....to have been forced to this position by a bunch of reds like you who can't even fight me one on one...pathetic....pathetic pathetic PATHETIC!" he growled out in anger, the gall of these fools, trying to force him out of the fight, it was an INSULT. he slowly got back up and felt the power flowing through him, a green aura covered him. 'need more power....' he thought to himself as he tried to get more...'not enough...I need more...more power to put these pathetic Reds in their damn place for putting me into this insult to a warlord such as myself!' he thought in rage as he forced himself to bring out more power in his anger. he fell to the ground again and spat more blood as another red struck him from behind.
that last blow made something within him snap, the sheer humiliation of it all, combined with the possibility of dying to a bunch of weaklings that simply teamed up to kill him? it was insulting, humiliating, he would not let it stand. he refused to, power flowed through him, and his form began to change as he began to stand back up again, his armor fused with the form, his klaw had separated and stabbed into the ground, but also held an aura around it, and began changing itself. vengeance, was going to be sweet...and, well, he always was the eccentric one, so speeches were, of course, going to be a thing upon first gaining a transformation for him...
however, now he stood, he could feel the power flow through him, and it felt grand....he began laughing "YES, I CAN FEEL THE POWER FLOW THROUGH ME! HeheheheHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" he walked towards the remaining reds, his green aura flaring around him, his now yellow glowing eyes staring out at them with glee. "Now....let's raise some hell...." he unleashed his aura, which caused the ground around them to crack and rocks to float up "this is why you lose, it's simply because you pathetic Reds stand no chance against the likes of us, for we are green and powerful, you pathetic Reds still misunderstand your place in this world, if you can't fight properly...then face death." he stated simply "I, Barrigan Mag Uruk Thraka, the Grand Warlord of the orks! I send to you to a warrior's death!" he stated before he pulled out a large blade out of the ground, it was clearly a transformed version of his klaw, likely caused by his new transformation, nevertheless, he's always wanted to try using a sword, so it looks like this is the day! He looked like a massive rock with tree growth over him, with glowing yellow eyes, there appeared to be moss on the form, a remnant of his base form. it also changed his mindset a tad, racism becoming less of a factor. it was quite the interesting state of mind, he no longer looked at the red namekians as lower lifeforms, but rather as fellow warriors, yes...all the racism has clouded his mind from the REAL truth...there was only...the FIGHT! he launched at the red Namekians that were not dead or impaled, slamming the blade into the ground as the reds dodged out of the way, Barrigan did another flip downward strike with the blade, they dodged again, he repeated again, and again at a more and more rapid pace, forcing them to have to react faster and faster. then he lunged forward and impaled a red in a highly aggressive movement before they could counter attack, he held the red impaled into the blade, then threw the guy out of the blade.
2 more reds. he used dodon ray on a Namekian at a fast speed too quick for them to react, and he did so wordlessly, he just pointed and shot. another red Namekian down. the last one attempted a downward strike with an arm whip...it did not end well for him, as by the time his arm reached the ork, the red was already impaled with the blade. all the reds were dead. he threw the dead body out of the blade and roared as he reverted back to normal. he wanted more...he wanted more of a fight, reds, green, it didn't matter anymore, only the fun of the fight mattered now. and so he walked over to a ship, and left Namek, he had to go to Earth, or New Vegeta, for those are the only places he was going to find a fun fight worth fighting...
