#mezhals

far in the stratosphere of this planet was where most of their body was held, and climaxed into a tight stranglehold; the larger male shocked that he was having so much difficulty being able to buck the smaller one off. had his power decreased this much over the years? manches claws raked at the others arm, only able to scratch the surface until he felt a punch right into his kidneys. a sharp gasp only reaction he could give, hearing mezcal chuckle darkly before doing it again and again and again.

any chance of air was robbed from manche, feeling his eyes start to flutter, lungs burning for relief. mezcal wasn't as merciful to allow manche that relief he wanted. he finally get him go, manche barely stopping himself from falling. before the destroyer could turn and attack, mezcal held his hands together; slamming his fist hard in the top of his back, enough force to send manche hard back to the ground in an instant, a massive crater destroying the land.

manche could only struggle to get up, sitting out any blood he could, shaky attempt to pull himself out. he only hardly recognized the sound of horrible laughter as mez landed behind him.

"is this it?! you were far more powerful a hundred years ago! I was actually scared to take you own, I thought that I would actually be destroyed but this?! it's pathetic!" mocking him, manche not listening at all. he needed to move. a hard stomp on his back stopped him, a deep growl from manche as he turned to look upwards at mezcal, the snow leopard looking back with a disappointed glare.

"it's that girls fault isn't it? you've always been too soft, too weak." mezcal growled the pressure increasing, manche letting out a pained squeak, looking back at mezcal.

"mezcal...listen to me-" suddenly manche was kicked away, sent flying far from him.

"theres nothing to listen to! the universe doesn't need weak destroyers! I'll kill you. I'll kill daiten. I'll annihilate that earth you love so much... I'll fix all of your mistakes!" laughing, manche tried to stop himself only to collide hard with some kinda rock. something was definitely broken, he couldn't move much anymore, despite his best efforts, blood was pouring out his nose, seeping from his mouth

blurry vision only catching sight of mezcals leg, the other had teleported again.

"mezcal, please..." pained voice speaking he couldnt comprehend, feeling everything he had worked for slipping away. "don't kill daiten, she's... please, don't..." pleas seemingly contemplated, mezcal not saying anything.

he crouches down, squatting low to the ground to get a good look at the old mans beaten form. suddenly, mezcal smiled. a smile way too warm to come from a monster like him.

"you really sound tired, old man! you should rest. you know how you get when you overwork yourself." manche had trouble comprehending what was being told to him. he wanted to find comfort in it, find comfort in a person who simply didnt exist, no matter how badly he wanted him to.

but it didnt exist. the sinister smirk that replaced mezcals feature, that misplaced hope crushed completely with a tucked palm held in front of manches face.

"hakai."

putting him on the spot like this....

"oh dear, how could I choose?" laces with venomous sarcasm, he checked in daitens ki. faint, but it was there. a heavy weight felt moved off his chest. it wouldn't actually be gone as long as mezcal was alive. still the angel had to admit it was a pitiful sight, watching him collapse to the ground.

daitens quirk... he noted how much she loathed this quirk, ironic it would be what saved her from being killed. but he chose to focus on mezcal, not able to just leave him there.

".... you really were manches favorite, you know. he really wanted you to succeed." he knelt down towards mezcal, a cold look on his face as he spoke. oh, what would manche do now? definitely not heal him, but he would sit with mezcal like how teqi was now. manche wouldn't let him die alone.

"and I asked him that day, why he didn't kill you. and he said he just couldn't bring himself to do it. I bet you would call it a moment of weakness but..." the angel stood up. he had to heal daiten before it was too late.

teqi wasnt like manche. he had no trouble allowing that man to rot, turning his back on him entirely.

"I think anyone who spits in the face of that kindness deserves this punishment. atleast die with dignity"

"whoa!" he almost isnt able to stop himself from being thrown across the arena. this guy was pretty strong! he can even take him on at super saiyan god level! a burst of air and he stops himself, fingers on his forehead and he's immediately back in front of mezcal before the fighter can chase after him.

"your energy is pretty similar to toppo, I wonder what that's about." goku muses outloud, much to mezcals disgust. but even with mezcals growing frustration, goku still didn't see the need to go all out ( gotta save his power for his remake with jiren after all ).

before mezcal can strike, goku holds out a fingergun. ki forms at the tip of his fingers, bullets of ki barraged at mezcal in an attempt to overwhelm him.

"oh yea? who killed them?" it's a challenge.

goku interrupts the new destroyer with no hesitation before beerus can even respond. goku was a lot of things; he was naive, he was forgiving. but goku knows evil when he sees it.

tension was thick as a knife, gokus stare never falling from mezcal, even with beerus' voice, reminding the saiyan that mezcal WAS a destroyer. goku didn't care, what he did care about was something terrible had happened to daiten. god ki can be felt building from the saiyan on top of his frustration. everything depended on mezcals answer.

he wished he had made it just 5 minutes earlier, that teqicoukld somehow teleport faster. he could have stopped this slaughter; divine retribution taken out on those who had no chance to defend themselves. a pity, but manche knows this was not the act of a god.

"what the hell do you think you're doing, mezcal?!" he snaps, his grip tightens and claws dig into flesh gently.

no, this was a petty vengeance.

".... I know your family abandoned you, but mezcal... this is too far!" he wants to be understanding, he does. mezcals family has hurt the other badly, it's their fault he turned out this way and how manche was left to deal with the aftermath. but to be killed so brutally? he didn't think so.

oh, now that's funny. the look on the angels face blank as mezcal shoved past him, quickly noticing the blood dripping from his arm. "less than fortunate, are we?" he purred in amusement, simply healing the wound. not out of kindness, manche would have told him to do anyway. vermillions moved to see daiten away, blood droplets having followed from where she stood, watching her then converse with the kai in training.

this really is funny.

"did you have a passing the torch speech with daiten, mezcal?" coy smirk played on his lips, nothing getting past him that easily. "i do think itll make manche happy to hear that you're so accepting of daiten...."

annoying. impudent. frightening. just a few words champa woulf use to describe mezcal, or he should say the new destroyer of universe 13. even if champa wanted something done about this blight on the name of a god, he could do nothing.

hated to admit it, but he was starting to miss that girl. annoying as she was, better than him. champa put on a brave face, knowing he couldn't act without some form of punishment. he would go and rant to the other destroyers later.

"...don't you have a job to do, greenhorn?! get outta my face before we get the grand priest involved!"

oh, how anger festered in his chest. how he wished their laws weren't absolute just so he could silence this oaf forever. vermillion hues landed on red ones, eyes widened in surprise and anguish.

he glared at mezcal, teeth gritted tightly. teqi could take a lot of shit, but this? this was just torture.

"mezcal... what do you think you're doing?"