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[b]Race[/b] Human and Half-Saiyan
[b]Power Levels[/b] 910
[b]Location[/b] Quad C
[b]Tagging[/b] [@Holy Soldier][@Renny][/center][hr]
     The red veins in Bolt's eyes seemed to increase and the branches of blood vessels about his temples and forehead were growing thicker just watching his supposed [i]helper[/i] falling and eating it on the beam below. Was he there to help him? Could he help him?...Was that a monkey tail? As Bolt neared his strength's limit, he felt himself becoming rude in his struggle.

     "What can you do monkey boy?" he scoffed. "You didn't bringa' crane or nothin'! How you gonna help me?"


     A tad dazed and wobbly, Taeto just barely heard the man he was helping. He brought his hand down with a echoing [i]thud[/i] against the metal beam. Through a hard smile, Taeto stood to his feet and let his instincts rush over him. 

     [color=#D35400][b]“That’s original,”[/b][/color] he growled low. [color=#D35400][b]“How about you just watch guy! I don’t need a crane to help you.”[/b][/color]

     [color=#D35400][i]Screw him. I should leave him there but that insult reminded me my tail is actually useful. I just have to find its place and it’ll help balance me.[/i][/color] 

     He let out a breath before lunging himself up to the next beam, praying that he could find his miracle. As planned, he landed up there but had begun to lose his footing rather quickly. He darted his tail around, finding that sacred place in the air that brought him evenness not a moment too late. 

     [color=#D35400][i]...Good.[/i][/color] 

     That too hard, too large smile appeared on his face as he peered directly up at the helpless worker. [color=#D35400][b]“Suck on your insults why don’tcha,”[/b][/color] he mocked while moving over to catch the leaning side of the beam. [color=#D35400][b]“Drop it to me!”[/b][/color]

     Bolt stared at Monkey Boy as though he were crazy. "What?!"

     Taeto raised a brow of frustration at him. [color=#D35400][b]"You heard me! Drop it!"[/b][/color] 

     "Are you insane? It'll crush ya!"

     His arms fell to his sides. [color=#D35400][b]"Dude, just drop the damn beam.I'm strong too. I hold it for at least a little while."[/b][/color] 

     Bolt couldn’t afford to hold the beam anymore even if he wanted to. He closed his eyes, clenching them tightly in regret for what he was about to do. He was about to drop a beam on an overconfident monkey boy. [i]Lord, this ain’t my fault[/i], he prayed. His fingers loosened, stretching out until the beam slipped free tumbling toward Taeto.

     He didn’t need confirmation, rejection, or even words to know the man’s grip was slipping. Taeto could see it in the intense strain on his face, the low groans of failing determination. He braced himself haphazardly on the thin beam, shot his arms up, and waited for the results. To be honest he hadn’t know how heavy a metal beam of that size could weigh; all he had was confidence in his own power. 

     While he had caught it, the thick and growing veins in his arms and neck was telltale of his struggle. He clawed his voice from out the exertion. [color=#D35400][b]“Hel--Help!”[/b][/color]

     Just as Taeto caught the beam, instead of receiving help, all of a sudden Bolt had fell on top of the beam he held. His arms and legs dangled to either side of the beam, and he smiled down at Taeto blushing in embarrassment.
 
     “Eh-Heh, muscle failure.”
 
     The crane was already on its way with four construction crewmen riding the beam it carried. Two were balancing out one in, while the other two were carried closer to Bolt and the kid was holding up the beam all on his own.
 
     “Hang on!” they told him. “We’re right here.”

     Realization had finally dawned on him.  While he understood that watching this worker perform the impossible had inspired some thrill in him, it was more clear now than before [i]why[/i] it had. There was something… something different about him. All of the workers seemed meager compared to him. But in what way? Taeto wondered. 

     [color=#D35400][b]“I---Impossible!”[/b][/color] he responded in turn  whilst holding the beam up. [color=#D35400][b]“Get down here carrot top!”[/b][/color] he growled, eyeing the mane of orange. His fingers dug evermore into the metal.

     Bolt narrowed his eyes at Taeto as he growled, “What’d you call me, Monkey Boy?”
 
     The workers on the crane drifted closer and secured a rope with a D-ring about the beam. The other end of the rope was secured to the other beam and one of the workers grabbed it, jumped down, and attempted to use his weight to lift the beam. The man remained aloft, the beam being too heavy. A second worker from the other end of the crane-held beam raced over to join the other worker on the rope. When both remained aloft, they both glared over at Bolt.
 
     “Get off you lunkhead!”
 
     Bolt scowled back at them and peered down at the beam Taeto was standing on. He carefully climbed down, using whatever strength he had left to lower himself. His arms felt so weak. He sat his rump down on the beam and sighed in relief. Taeto would feel some relief as the beam started to go up as the workers started to go down. The workers on the crane-held beam were raised higher so they could secure it.
 
     Bolt looked over at Taeto first staring at the strange tail coming out of his ass. His eyes then rose to his rescuer. “You had me fooled. I thought you were just some kid (said like he was so much older than him).”

     Taeto soaked in the searing pain of his arms. They laid limp at his side, his hands flushed with blood and thrumming with exhaustion. He looked through that man-made tunnel and up at the sky. Its once edgy wind was harmless now that his tail was twitching and correcting his balance.

     He let out a labored breath and thought back, very quickly, to that hint of anger the man had displayed. [color=#D35400][i]He doesn’t like the name carrot top huh? I’ve gotten my fight now.[/i][/color]

     Still though… Taeto tilted his head to look Carrot Top head on. For a moment he considered their location then tossed it aside the moment his excitement flared to life at the possibilities. Taeto smiled hard at him. [color=#D35400][b]“Yea, I’m sure I did. Not many would guess I’m super strong. I’m more surprised you are too.”[/b][/color]   

     Bolt smiled, blushing with flattery. "I wouldn't say super, but I'm pretty tough all right."

     Taeto's smile fell into a hard line. [color=#D35400][b]"Yeaa, you are tough huh?"[/b][/color] he repeated for reasons unknown to him. He reached down and grabbed his shaking left hand. A soft chuckle came from him. [color=#D35400][b]"I'm not too shabby myself.  Tough is an understatement for me, [i]Carrot Top[/i]."[/b][/color] Carrot Top was spoken with a pinch of emphasis. 

     Bolt’s smile curled into something a little menacing as his orange brows converged on his forehead. Was the monkey trying to pluck a nerve? He couldn’t be. He had just helped him out. Bolt offered his hand up to Taeto, his forced smile still on his face. “Muh name’s actually Bolt. What’s yours?”

     Taeto's gaze fell hard onto the man's hand. His cross-hair pupils shifting ever so slightly out of agitation. He smacked it aside with a deafening thwack. [color=#D35400][b]"I don't give a damn about your name, Carrot Top. I didn't [i]save[/i] you because I'm some hero."[/b][/color] 

     He took a few backsteps to make room between them. [color=#D35400][b]"I saved you for different reasons,"[/b][/color] he murmured as he lifted his heavy arms up in a typical and lacking fighting stance.  

     Bolt’s smile shifted to a frown when Taeto harshly slapped his hand away. “What’s your problem?”
 
     When the monkey boy declared he had saved him for other reasons, Bolt’s eyes widened a little as he gave him a blank stare. When Taeto assumed what appeared to be a fighting stance, the Southern boy continued to regard him as though he didn’t recognize what was going on. His hand rose to his chin as he gave it an aimless scratch.
 
     Arching a brow, Bolt asked in uncertainty, “…cuz you wanna dance?”

     [color=#D35400][b]“Dance?”[/b][/color] he questioned. Why would he assume dancing? 

     Then he realized,  through the mind-numbing excitement, that everything he was doing probably looked crazy. Partial embarrassment reddened his cheeks. A part of him yelled that combat was normal. That to see someone you knew was strong and immediately attempt to fight them was natural. 

     [color=#D35400][b][i]And yet… [/i][/b][/color]

     He ground his teeth into one another and formed a snarl at his next thought; his mom pleading for him to pretend to be [i]normal[/i]. But how cou--how could he when he had all these unexplainable feelings and instincts inside of him. 

     Taeto spat out his indignation over the side of the beam. [color=#D35400][b]“I don’t wanna dance you fucking idiot. I wanna beat you into the ground!”[/b][/color]