Feb 28, 2022 19:03:35 GMT -5
Post by Oran on Feb 28, 2022 19:03:35 GMT -5
Power Level: 2,644
Enslaved
You somehow have gotten captured by a slaving crew. They've slapped power dampening restraints on you, and have thrown you into a cage. You have to find a way to escape. Do you sneak out? Wait for the right moment to try and break free? Maybe there are other slaves and you stage a revolt! Either way, you must get free before your sold to the highest bidder…
20% PL gains, +10% Zeni gains[break[Chance for a free Senzu Bean!
18 or above/D20
As consciousness slowly returned to him, Oran groaned at the sharp throbbing at the base of his skull. Leaning back against the surface behind him, he froze when he felt the surface: it felt like metal bars against his back. Slowly, but surely, he forced his eyes open and his bewildered expression instead became a scowl. It wasn't just bars behind him: he was in a cage that was big enough for him to sit upright, but not stand up. From the view in front of him, he was still in a forest setting similar to the one he had previously been in before he'd lost consciousness. And he was realizing that the reason he had lost consciousness is because someone had managed to sneak up on him and club him in the back of the head.
Raising his hands, so he could blast the bars in front of him, he paused when he looked at his wrists. They were bound, in two black cuffs that were linked together. Testing their strength, he grunted as he moved his wrists in opposite directions, as quickly as he could with as much strength as he could., But the cuffs resisted his effort to snap him: they were clearly made to withstand a Saiyan's strength. Deciding that he would get rid of the cuffs once he was free, Oran took a deep breath as he raised his hands up, trying to gather his Ki in his hands so he could either fire a blast at the cages lock, or envelop his fists in Ki and use his Titan's Fist technique.
Despite his concentration, no ki came forth to his hands. Frowning, and feeling panic mount in his chest, Oran tried again to gather his Ki, even trying to bring his aura forth. But despite the amount of focus he was putting into it, he was unable to gather his ki at all. Trying his best not to scream or yell in frustration, since he didn't want to alert those who had captured him to the fact he was awake, Oran scowled furiously at the cuffs. They weren't just strong enough to keep a Saiyan bound, they were designed to keep his ki suppressed and prevent him from calling it forth. Taking deep breaths to keep himself calm, he knew he would be useless and unable to figure out a way to escape if he didn't stay calm.
Looking through the bars of the cage, Oran immediately noticed three tents close by, settled around a non-lit fire. Evidently, based off the fact the were small tents, he had been captured by at least three men. He hadn't even sensed them coming, which meant they could either suppress their power levels to a degree that he hadn't picked up opn them, or he hadn't been paying attention enough. Whatever they had struck him with, it had been strong enough and heavy enough to knock him out. Looking down to his waist, he saw that his tail was still wrapped in the usual belt like fashion. Either they hadn't noticed it, or they just hadn't thought to unravel it. Unwrapping his tail so that it flicked behind him, he sighed. It wasn't much of a consolation, since he still couldn't draw his ki forth, but that didn't matter. They had no idea what he was capable of, even without being able to use his ki.
Cracking his neck, Oran looked to either side of his cage. There wasn;'t any other cages nearby, which either meant he was the only person these guys had captured, or there was others hidden further away from this location. He didn't know if there was anyone else, but it made him angry to think he might not be the only one they'd captured. He detested anyone who stole another persons freedom, and he wasn't about to let his own be taking from him. Not as long as there was breath in his body, and the fire in his spirit.
Hearing his captors approach, he closed his eyes, feigning being unconscious still. As they got closer, he could tell from the footsteps that he was right: there was only three of them. That didn't necessarily mean they were the only three, as they could have others hidden away that he didn't know about. But at the moment, he could only pick up on these three. Listening as they settled around the fire, he could feel it as one of them lit the fire with a ki blast. So they could use Ki, which evidently meant that they were indeed capable of suppressing their power levels. It did mean he was at a disadvantage if he did escape the cage, since until he got these cuffs off of his wrists, he couldn't use any of his ki abilities.
As he pondered his options, which were very minimal at the moment, his attention was drawn back to his captors as one of them began to speak. "So, how much do you think we'll get for him?" He seemed very eager to know, and this drew a slight groan of annoyance from one of his comrades. "I've told you already: if he's a pure Saiyan, we get an equal split of 15,000 Zeni each. The pit owner sees Saiyans as ideal fighters, especially if he can control them." When he heard this, Oran had to really control his breathing and try and keep himself from letting out a roar of defiance. They wanted to sell him to a fight pit? He knew that most fighters in the fight pits were willing participants, even if they didn't quite like the environment. But there were a few fighters, who were sold into 'servitude' of the pits. And they were 'conditioned' to keep fighting, no matter what. He'd heard of what the conditioning was: torture of the worst kind, the type that broke someone's spirit and made sure they wouldn't offer any resistance to fighting. Those were the most brutal of the pits, and they were the ones that Oran would happily burn to the ground if he could.
"And if he's not a pure Saiyan?" The overeager captor pressed, clearly worried about the fact they might not have a pure bred Saiyan. "10,000 Zeni, if he's not pure. I'm guessing he's not: he'd have put up more of a fight if he was." The ringleader laughed as he said this, drawing laughter from his two comrades. This caused Oran to scowl, and it took all of his restraint not to growl or make any noise. If they had tried taking him aware, it would have definitely been more of a fight. As it was, he couldn't do much, because if they knew he was awake they may try and knock him out again. And if he was knocked out again, he'd be in a much more perilous position: they could move him and get him to the pit before he'd be able to figure out a way to escape.
"Should we feed him?" That question startled Oran as much as it seemed to startle the ring leader, as it was asked by the only member of the trio who had yet to speak up. "I'm sorry, you want to feed him?" His tone, and words, indicated that he definitely thought that was a ridiculous idea. "Well, yeah. Saiyan's have huge appetites. I doubt the pit owner's gonna be happy if we bring him a malnourished Saiyan." Though this seemed to make sense for the more overeager member of the trio, the ringleader definitely was not pleased. "Oh sure, we feed the Saiyan. And then when he's fed, he tries to make a break for it. If he wakes up, we're knocking him out again, not feeding him!" The more he listened to the ringleader, the more his dislike of this particular member of his captors grew. He knew that the ringleader wanted to keep him weak, to make sure he couldn't put up any form of resistance.
And for right now, he couldn't: not until he somehow got the cuffs off. But that wouldn't happen unless he was able to draw the member of this trio closer who had the keys to the cuffs. His thoughts were interrupted once more by the more compassionate captor. "Look, he has a tail, right? Well Saiyans are weak and can't move if you grab their tail. So, we squeeze his tail and give him only a small amount of food: enough to keep him from starving." And that was just the thing that Oran needed to hear. He had to suppress the grin that was about to break out across his face, because they were underestimating him. His tail hadn't been a weakness of his in years, not since his father had extensively trained him so that it could never be used against him. And it didn't seem like these guys knew that the tails could be trained to do so, otherwise the more compassionate one wouldn't have suggested it.
The ringleader sighed. "Why can't you let this go? If not for the fact I know how goddamn stubborn you are, we wouldn't be having this bloody discussion. So he'll get the scraps of our meal. But you're the one holding his damn tail." The amount of venom and anger in his town caused the more overeager captor to chuckle nervously, afraid he might be forced to help with the task of keeping Oran subdued. The more compassionate captor, however, didn't seem fazed. "Fine by me." The three began eating, evidently having been preparing their meal while they had this discussion. And though it wasn't ideal, it was causing Oran to begin thinking more about his escape plan. He doubted they were going to open the cage to feed him, since they were evidently wary of him being too close to them. But the fact they didn't know Saiyans could train their tails worked in his favour, since it meant they were going to assume he wouldn't be able to fight back. If he could play into that....and maybe lull them into a sense of security, then he could definitely work it to his advantage.
After a few minutes, the trio had eaten their feel, the ringleader letting out a belch and a content sigh. "Oh that was a good meal. Too bad he's not getting the best bits of it." This caused the more overeager member of the trio to start laughing, though Oran could hear the more compassionate member sigh. "Let's just feed him now." This caused the ringleader to let out a threatening noise. "You don't give the orders around here. Go wake him up and grab his damn tail." The more overeager member was still chuckling as the more compassionate member approached and banged on the bars of the cage. "Wake up, you're getting something to eat." Oran slowly cracked his eyes open and let out a faked groan of pain. The ringleader laughed at the groan, thinking it was real. "Someone's head hurt? Well don't think that's the worst bit of pain you're gonna feel." Before Oran could retort to him, the more compassionate member mumbled an apology as he had moved to the back of the cage and grabbed Oran's tail, squeezing it relatively tightly.
Though it didn't actually hurt him, Oran's expression shifted to one that would have indicated he was frozen and in pain. He had forced himself to remember how it had felt back when he had been beginning his tail training, and though it wasn't pleasant, it definitely served him well. Both the ringleader and the more overeager captor were laughing more boisterously, clearly enjoying seeing the young half Saiyan in 'pain'. The ringleader got the scraps of his own meal, which mainly seemed to be the fat of the deer that they had eaten, and brought it over. Reaching a hand through the cage, he slapped Oran twice, laughing. "Not so tough when you can't move, are you Saiyan?" He slapped Oran two more times, before he stuffed the fat and scraps into Oran's mouth, moving his hand quickly away just in case he tried to bite him.
The more compassionate member slightly eased up his grip on Oran's tail, to give him more of a chance to chew. Chewing slowly, as if he was still frozen, Oran let out a fake whimper as he swallowed the scraps. This caused the ringleader to raise a brow "Scared? Well you should be. Cos the pit you're going to, monkeys don't survive long there. Not if they're scared like you are." He smirked, then seemed to get an idea that made him smirk more sadistically. "You know what, let me show you why you should be scared, Saiyan." He then went over to the more overeager member of the group and took a key from him, something that made the more overeager member nervous. "You're not really gonna let him out, are you?" He was answered with a punch to the stomach, causing him to keel over and groan. "Don't question me! As long as his tails held, he can't do much. And I've always wanted to show a Saiyan some true pain."
This was what Oran had been waiting for: it was why he'd made it seem like he was more terrified of them than he actually was. If the ringleader got cocky, as he was doing so now, and thought that he could beat him while his tail was held, he'd get close. Oran had noticed that he himself had the key for the cuffs, and he'd just unintentionally done the half Saiyan a favour by knocking down the other captor. As the ringleader came closer, Oran whimpered again, causing the ringleader to smirk. "Soon as I open the cage, let go of his tail for a second." Though the compassionate captor was about to argue the point, he was silenced by a glare from the ringleader.
Preparing himself to attack as soon as his tail was let go of, Oran blinked as the cage door was unlocked and opened. Before he could react, the captor holding his tail had released it, and the ringleader had immediately punched Oran in the solar plexus. Gasping for air as he dropped to his knees, he was dragged out of the cage and punched twice in the face by the ringleader. The ringleader was grinning sadistically as he punched him. "Grab his tail, NOW!" Even though he was confident he didn't need the half Saiyan restrained, he wasn't taking any chances. The compassionate captor sighed as he moved behind Oran and grabbed his tail again. Looking up at the ringleader, Oran found himself regaining his breath as the punch to the solar plex slowly faded. He wasn't able to launch a counter attack though, as he was once again punched in the face, blood leaking from his nose.
"I doubt the pit owner will care much if you're beaten, as long as you can still fight when he's done 'conditioning' you." The ringleader grinned, and then looked to the more overeager captive, who was sitting by the fire. "You don't wanna beat on him?" The other captor just grumbled and waved him off. But that brief distraction, where the ringleader wasn't punching him anymore, was all Oran needed. Throwing his foot backwards, he caught the more compassionate captor unaware and landed a kick right into his 'jewels'. He let out a strangled groan as he let go of Oran's tail, and fell to the ground. Not wasting his advantage, Oran immediately landed a punch to the ringleaders stomach, hitting him in the solar plexus. As the ringleader gasped for air, the key for the cuffs was stolen from his belt by the half Saiyan he had just been beating on.
The more overeager captor had initially been shocked to see his comrades taken down quickly, but as he saw Oran get the keys, he regained his composure. "Oh no you don't!" Despite his hesitancy only moments ago, he was determined not to lose the bounty that would come from their captive. Throwing a ki blast Oran's way, the half Saiyan only had a moment to react. His reaction was to dive to the side, the ki blast missing him by inches. Moving as fast as he could, he inserted the key into the cuffs and twisted it: they popped off only seconds later. Letting out a determined roar, his aura flared into life, knocking back the ringleader. Unfortunately for the ringleader, his more overeager comrade had tried to throw another ki blast at Oran, and with no time to change the directory of it, it blasted the ringleader. It didn't knock him out, but it did wind him enough that he fell forward, still gasping for air.
Getting to his feet, a silver ki blast filled Oran's right hand, and before the more overeager captor had a chance to react, Oran had thrown it forward with a mighty yell. His Titan Cannon soared towards the captor, and stuck him with it's full force. He was thrown back into some trees and he crumpled as he hit the trees. He hadn't been aiming to kill, and the the fact he could still sense his captors power, despite it being reduced, meant he was still alive. Turning towards the ringleader, Oran saw he had gotten back to his feet and was snarling. "Oh you're dead now Saiyan! That bounty means nothing anymore, you're mine!" He unleashed a mighty yell as his aura flared around him, clearly determined to kill the half-Saiyan now.
Glaring at him, Oran flared his own aura around him before raising his fists in his fighting stance. As he raised them, silver ki filled them and enveloped them, forming his Titan Fist technique. This wasn't noticed by the ringleader, whose rage was blinding him, and he rushed forward with murderous intent. Blocking the wild punches thrown his way, Oran ducked under a nother wild punch and landed two consecutive punches to his stomach, hitting with devastating force. Though the ringleader was clearly winded by the punches, he tried to knee Oran in the face. Dodging the knee, he swept his remaining leg from under him, and immediately moved so that he was on top of the now downed ringleader. Showing no mercy, he landed a punch to his stomach again, before landing one final punch to the ringleaders face. He didn't hit him with lethal intent, hitting him with just enough force to knock him out.
A yell drew Oran's attention as he knocked out the ringleader: the more compassionate captor was now up right again...And he didn't look as compassionate as he had a minute ago. "I tried being nice, and you attacked me! You stupid monkey!" It seemed that the kick to the jewels had knocked whatever niceness the guy had out of him. He wasn't as strong as his comrades, but the rage that he was surely feeling was fuelling him to try and fight Oran regardless. Rushing forward, the captor swung wild punches and kicks in the half saiyans direction. There was no finesse to the attacks, and it was obvious that this guy was more of a brawler than a trained fighter.
Ducking and dodging the blows, Oran was taken by surprise when one managed to connect: a kick connected with his side, with enough force to knock him off balance. Trying to regain his balance, he let out a yelp as his legs were swept out from under him. Hitting the ground hard, he rolled to the side as the final captor attempted to land a piledriving elbow to his chest. Getting back to his feet, he moved quickly and tackled him, causing the captor to hit the ground hard and let out a groan. Positioning himself above his captor, he punched him twice in the face, knocking him out. Breathing heavily, Oran looked around. His other two captors were still unconscious and were no longer a threat to him. Part of him was advocating for their deaths, since they would just continue to try and capture people to sell into the more brutal pits. But though he'd killed before, he wasn't a cold-blooded murderer, especially when they were unconscious. Deciding on a more fitting punishment, he dragged the captor he'd just knocked out over to the cage and rolled him in. He repeated the process with the more overeager captor and made sure both were secure in the cage. Grabbing the Ki-suppression cuffs, he cuffed one of their hands each: they were cuffed to each other, and it would make sure they couldn't use their ki blasts to escape.
Throwing the key of the cage away from it, once he'd locked them in, he approached the ringleader and checked he was still unconscious. He was, but that didn't mean Oran was taking any chances. Checking one of the tents, he found another pair of cuffs and he made his way back to the ringleader, clamping them onto him. Looking to where he'd thrown the key for the cage, he blasted it with a Titan Cannon, destroying it. Looking at the three with barely concealed hatred, Oran flew up into the sky and flew away from their campsite. If anyone stumbled upon them, then they'd have to hope they could free them. Because otherwise, the three of them were screwed and wouldn't survive long.
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Enslaved
You somehow have gotten captured by a slaving crew. They've slapped power dampening restraints on you, and have thrown you into a cage. You have to find a way to escape. Do you sneak out? Wait for the right moment to try and break free? Maybe there are other slaves and you stage a revolt! Either way, you must get free before your sold to the highest bidder…
20% PL gains, +10% Zeni gains[break[Chance for a free Senzu Bean!
18 or above/D20
As consciousness slowly returned to him, Oran groaned at the sharp throbbing at the base of his skull. Leaning back against the surface behind him, he froze when he felt the surface: it felt like metal bars against his back. Slowly, but surely, he forced his eyes open and his bewildered expression instead became a scowl. It wasn't just bars behind him: he was in a cage that was big enough for him to sit upright, but not stand up. From the view in front of him, he was still in a forest setting similar to the one he had previously been in before he'd lost consciousness. And he was realizing that the reason he had lost consciousness is because someone had managed to sneak up on him and club him in the back of the head.
Raising his hands, so he could blast the bars in front of him, he paused when he looked at his wrists. They were bound, in two black cuffs that were linked together. Testing their strength, he grunted as he moved his wrists in opposite directions, as quickly as he could with as much strength as he could., But the cuffs resisted his effort to snap him: they were clearly made to withstand a Saiyan's strength. Deciding that he would get rid of the cuffs once he was free, Oran took a deep breath as he raised his hands up, trying to gather his Ki in his hands so he could either fire a blast at the cages lock, or envelop his fists in Ki and use his Titan's Fist technique.
Despite his concentration, no ki came forth to his hands. Frowning, and feeling panic mount in his chest, Oran tried again to gather his Ki, even trying to bring his aura forth. But despite the amount of focus he was putting into it, he was unable to gather his ki at all. Trying his best not to scream or yell in frustration, since he didn't want to alert those who had captured him to the fact he was awake, Oran scowled furiously at the cuffs. They weren't just strong enough to keep a Saiyan bound, they were designed to keep his ki suppressed and prevent him from calling it forth. Taking deep breaths to keep himself calm, he knew he would be useless and unable to figure out a way to escape if he didn't stay calm.
Looking through the bars of the cage, Oran immediately noticed three tents close by, settled around a non-lit fire. Evidently, based off the fact the were small tents, he had been captured by at least three men. He hadn't even sensed them coming, which meant they could either suppress their power levels to a degree that he hadn't picked up opn them, or he hadn't been paying attention enough. Whatever they had struck him with, it had been strong enough and heavy enough to knock him out. Looking down to his waist, he saw that his tail was still wrapped in the usual belt like fashion. Either they hadn't noticed it, or they just hadn't thought to unravel it. Unwrapping his tail so that it flicked behind him, he sighed. It wasn't much of a consolation, since he still couldn't draw his ki forth, but that didn't matter. They had no idea what he was capable of, even without being able to use his ki.
Cracking his neck, Oran looked to either side of his cage. There wasn;'t any other cages nearby, which either meant he was the only person these guys had captured, or there was others hidden further away from this location. He didn't know if there was anyone else, but it made him angry to think he might not be the only one they'd captured. He detested anyone who stole another persons freedom, and he wasn't about to let his own be taking from him. Not as long as there was breath in his body, and the fire in his spirit.
Hearing his captors approach, he closed his eyes, feigning being unconscious still. As they got closer, he could tell from the footsteps that he was right: there was only three of them. That didn't necessarily mean they were the only three, as they could have others hidden away that he didn't know about. But at the moment, he could only pick up on these three. Listening as they settled around the fire, he could feel it as one of them lit the fire with a ki blast. So they could use Ki, which evidently meant that they were indeed capable of suppressing their power levels. It did mean he was at a disadvantage if he did escape the cage, since until he got these cuffs off of his wrists, he couldn't use any of his ki abilities.
As he pondered his options, which were very minimal at the moment, his attention was drawn back to his captors as one of them began to speak. "So, how much do you think we'll get for him?" He seemed very eager to know, and this drew a slight groan of annoyance from one of his comrades. "I've told you already: if he's a pure Saiyan, we get an equal split of 15,000 Zeni each. The pit owner sees Saiyans as ideal fighters, especially if he can control them." When he heard this, Oran had to really control his breathing and try and keep himself from letting out a roar of defiance. They wanted to sell him to a fight pit? He knew that most fighters in the fight pits were willing participants, even if they didn't quite like the environment. But there were a few fighters, who were sold into 'servitude' of the pits. And they were 'conditioned' to keep fighting, no matter what. He'd heard of what the conditioning was: torture of the worst kind, the type that broke someone's spirit and made sure they wouldn't offer any resistance to fighting. Those were the most brutal of the pits, and they were the ones that Oran would happily burn to the ground if he could.
"And if he's not a pure Saiyan?" The overeager captor pressed, clearly worried about the fact they might not have a pure bred Saiyan. "10,000 Zeni, if he's not pure. I'm guessing he's not: he'd have put up more of a fight if he was." The ringleader laughed as he said this, drawing laughter from his two comrades. This caused Oran to scowl, and it took all of his restraint not to growl or make any noise. If they had tried taking him aware, it would have definitely been more of a fight. As it was, he couldn't do much, because if they knew he was awake they may try and knock him out again. And if he was knocked out again, he'd be in a much more perilous position: they could move him and get him to the pit before he'd be able to figure out a way to escape.
"Should we feed him?" That question startled Oran as much as it seemed to startle the ring leader, as it was asked by the only member of the trio who had yet to speak up. "I'm sorry, you want to feed him?" His tone, and words, indicated that he definitely thought that was a ridiculous idea. "Well, yeah. Saiyan's have huge appetites. I doubt the pit owner's gonna be happy if we bring him a malnourished Saiyan." Though this seemed to make sense for the more overeager member of the trio, the ringleader definitely was not pleased. "Oh sure, we feed the Saiyan. And then when he's fed, he tries to make a break for it. If he wakes up, we're knocking him out again, not feeding him!" The more he listened to the ringleader, the more his dislike of this particular member of his captors grew. He knew that the ringleader wanted to keep him weak, to make sure he couldn't put up any form of resistance.
And for right now, he couldn't: not until he somehow got the cuffs off. But that wouldn't happen unless he was able to draw the member of this trio closer who had the keys to the cuffs. His thoughts were interrupted once more by the more compassionate captor. "Look, he has a tail, right? Well Saiyans are weak and can't move if you grab their tail. So, we squeeze his tail and give him only a small amount of food: enough to keep him from starving." And that was just the thing that Oran needed to hear. He had to suppress the grin that was about to break out across his face, because they were underestimating him. His tail hadn't been a weakness of his in years, not since his father had extensively trained him so that it could never be used against him. And it didn't seem like these guys knew that the tails could be trained to do so, otherwise the more compassionate one wouldn't have suggested it.
The ringleader sighed. "Why can't you let this go? If not for the fact I know how goddamn stubborn you are, we wouldn't be having this bloody discussion. So he'll get the scraps of our meal. But you're the one holding his damn tail." The amount of venom and anger in his town caused the more overeager captor to chuckle nervously, afraid he might be forced to help with the task of keeping Oran subdued. The more compassionate captor, however, didn't seem fazed. "Fine by me." The three began eating, evidently having been preparing their meal while they had this discussion. And though it wasn't ideal, it was causing Oran to begin thinking more about his escape plan. He doubted they were going to open the cage to feed him, since they were evidently wary of him being too close to them. But the fact they didn't know Saiyans could train their tails worked in his favour, since it meant they were going to assume he wouldn't be able to fight back. If he could play into that....and maybe lull them into a sense of security, then he could definitely work it to his advantage.
After a few minutes, the trio had eaten their feel, the ringleader letting out a belch and a content sigh. "Oh that was a good meal. Too bad he's not getting the best bits of it." This caused the more overeager member of the trio to start laughing, though Oran could hear the more compassionate member sigh. "Let's just feed him now." This caused the ringleader to let out a threatening noise. "You don't give the orders around here. Go wake him up and grab his damn tail." The more overeager member was still chuckling as the more compassionate member approached and banged on the bars of the cage. "Wake up, you're getting something to eat." Oran slowly cracked his eyes open and let out a faked groan of pain. The ringleader laughed at the groan, thinking it was real. "Someone's head hurt? Well don't think that's the worst bit of pain you're gonna feel." Before Oran could retort to him, the more compassionate member mumbled an apology as he had moved to the back of the cage and grabbed Oran's tail, squeezing it relatively tightly.
Though it didn't actually hurt him, Oran's expression shifted to one that would have indicated he was frozen and in pain. He had forced himself to remember how it had felt back when he had been beginning his tail training, and though it wasn't pleasant, it definitely served him well. Both the ringleader and the more overeager captor were laughing more boisterously, clearly enjoying seeing the young half Saiyan in 'pain'. The ringleader got the scraps of his own meal, which mainly seemed to be the fat of the deer that they had eaten, and brought it over. Reaching a hand through the cage, he slapped Oran twice, laughing. "Not so tough when you can't move, are you Saiyan?" He slapped Oran two more times, before he stuffed the fat and scraps into Oran's mouth, moving his hand quickly away just in case he tried to bite him.
The more compassionate member slightly eased up his grip on Oran's tail, to give him more of a chance to chew. Chewing slowly, as if he was still frozen, Oran let out a fake whimper as he swallowed the scraps. This caused the ringleader to raise a brow "Scared? Well you should be. Cos the pit you're going to, monkeys don't survive long there. Not if they're scared like you are." He smirked, then seemed to get an idea that made him smirk more sadistically. "You know what, let me show you why you should be scared, Saiyan." He then went over to the more overeager member of the group and took a key from him, something that made the more overeager member nervous. "You're not really gonna let him out, are you?" He was answered with a punch to the stomach, causing him to keel over and groan. "Don't question me! As long as his tails held, he can't do much. And I've always wanted to show a Saiyan some true pain."
This was what Oran had been waiting for: it was why he'd made it seem like he was more terrified of them than he actually was. If the ringleader got cocky, as he was doing so now, and thought that he could beat him while his tail was held, he'd get close. Oran had noticed that he himself had the key for the cuffs, and he'd just unintentionally done the half Saiyan a favour by knocking down the other captor. As the ringleader came closer, Oran whimpered again, causing the ringleader to smirk. "Soon as I open the cage, let go of his tail for a second." Though the compassionate captor was about to argue the point, he was silenced by a glare from the ringleader.
Preparing himself to attack as soon as his tail was let go of, Oran blinked as the cage door was unlocked and opened. Before he could react, the captor holding his tail had released it, and the ringleader had immediately punched Oran in the solar plexus. Gasping for air as he dropped to his knees, he was dragged out of the cage and punched twice in the face by the ringleader. The ringleader was grinning sadistically as he punched him. "Grab his tail, NOW!" Even though he was confident he didn't need the half Saiyan restrained, he wasn't taking any chances. The compassionate captor sighed as he moved behind Oran and grabbed his tail again. Looking up at the ringleader, Oran found himself regaining his breath as the punch to the solar plex slowly faded. He wasn't able to launch a counter attack though, as he was once again punched in the face, blood leaking from his nose.
"I doubt the pit owner will care much if you're beaten, as long as you can still fight when he's done 'conditioning' you." The ringleader grinned, and then looked to the more overeager captive, who was sitting by the fire. "You don't wanna beat on him?" The other captor just grumbled and waved him off. But that brief distraction, where the ringleader wasn't punching him anymore, was all Oran needed. Throwing his foot backwards, he caught the more compassionate captor unaware and landed a kick right into his 'jewels'. He let out a strangled groan as he let go of Oran's tail, and fell to the ground. Not wasting his advantage, Oran immediately landed a punch to the ringleaders stomach, hitting him in the solar plexus. As the ringleader gasped for air, the key for the cuffs was stolen from his belt by the half Saiyan he had just been beating on.
The more overeager captor had initially been shocked to see his comrades taken down quickly, but as he saw Oran get the keys, he regained his composure. "Oh no you don't!" Despite his hesitancy only moments ago, he was determined not to lose the bounty that would come from their captive. Throwing a ki blast Oran's way, the half Saiyan only had a moment to react. His reaction was to dive to the side, the ki blast missing him by inches. Moving as fast as he could, he inserted the key into the cuffs and twisted it: they popped off only seconds later. Letting out a determined roar, his aura flared into life, knocking back the ringleader. Unfortunately for the ringleader, his more overeager comrade had tried to throw another ki blast at Oran, and with no time to change the directory of it, it blasted the ringleader. It didn't knock him out, but it did wind him enough that he fell forward, still gasping for air.
Getting to his feet, a silver ki blast filled Oran's right hand, and before the more overeager captor had a chance to react, Oran had thrown it forward with a mighty yell. His Titan Cannon soared towards the captor, and stuck him with it's full force. He was thrown back into some trees and he crumpled as he hit the trees. He hadn't been aiming to kill, and the the fact he could still sense his captors power, despite it being reduced, meant he was still alive. Turning towards the ringleader, Oran saw he had gotten back to his feet and was snarling. "Oh you're dead now Saiyan! That bounty means nothing anymore, you're mine!" He unleashed a mighty yell as his aura flared around him, clearly determined to kill the half-Saiyan now.
Glaring at him, Oran flared his own aura around him before raising his fists in his fighting stance. As he raised them, silver ki filled them and enveloped them, forming his Titan Fist technique. This wasn't noticed by the ringleader, whose rage was blinding him, and he rushed forward with murderous intent. Blocking the wild punches thrown his way, Oran ducked under a nother wild punch and landed two consecutive punches to his stomach, hitting with devastating force. Though the ringleader was clearly winded by the punches, he tried to knee Oran in the face. Dodging the knee, he swept his remaining leg from under him, and immediately moved so that he was on top of the now downed ringleader. Showing no mercy, he landed a punch to his stomach again, before landing one final punch to the ringleaders face. He didn't hit him with lethal intent, hitting him with just enough force to knock him out.
A yell drew Oran's attention as he knocked out the ringleader: the more compassionate captor was now up right again...And he didn't look as compassionate as he had a minute ago. "I tried being nice, and you attacked me! You stupid monkey!" It seemed that the kick to the jewels had knocked whatever niceness the guy had out of him. He wasn't as strong as his comrades, but the rage that he was surely feeling was fuelling him to try and fight Oran regardless. Rushing forward, the captor swung wild punches and kicks in the half saiyans direction. There was no finesse to the attacks, and it was obvious that this guy was more of a brawler than a trained fighter.
Ducking and dodging the blows, Oran was taken by surprise when one managed to connect: a kick connected with his side, with enough force to knock him off balance. Trying to regain his balance, he let out a yelp as his legs were swept out from under him. Hitting the ground hard, he rolled to the side as the final captor attempted to land a piledriving elbow to his chest. Getting back to his feet, he moved quickly and tackled him, causing the captor to hit the ground hard and let out a groan. Positioning himself above his captor, he punched him twice in the face, knocking him out. Breathing heavily, Oran looked around. His other two captors were still unconscious and were no longer a threat to him. Part of him was advocating for their deaths, since they would just continue to try and capture people to sell into the more brutal pits. But though he'd killed before, he wasn't a cold-blooded murderer, especially when they were unconscious. Deciding on a more fitting punishment, he dragged the captor he'd just knocked out over to the cage and rolled him in. He repeated the process with the more overeager captor and made sure both were secure in the cage. Grabbing the Ki-suppression cuffs, he cuffed one of their hands each: they were cuffed to each other, and it would make sure they couldn't use their ki blasts to escape.
Throwing the key of the cage away from it, once he'd locked them in, he approached the ringleader and checked he was still unconscious. He was, but that didn't mean Oran was taking any chances. Checking one of the tents, he found another pair of cuffs and he made his way back to the ringleader, clamping them onto him. Looking to where he'd thrown the key for the cage, he blasted it with a Titan Cannon, destroying it. Looking at the three with barely concealed hatred, Oran flew up into the sky and flew away from their campsite. If anyone stumbled upon them, then they'd have to hope they could free them. Because otherwise, the three of them were screwed and wouldn't survive long.
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