[center][b]Name:[/b] Yang
[b]Race:[/b] Earthling/Human
[b]Ki Color:[/b] White
[b]Power Level:[/b] 910
[b]Location:[/b] Starts: Ginger Town; Ends: North Capitol
[b]Tag:[/b] Dyce, [@IceHeart], [@Weird Tales], [@Chev], [@King Cosmos], [@Holy Soldier] Open[/center]

Yang breathed a small sigh of relief. His newfound allies had apparently seen the opening he created with the Taiyouken and jumped on it. From Erika crashing her bike into him, to the tailed woman and two young men giving their contributions. Yang's eyes lit up ever so slightly when the alien appeared to turn tail and run. That could only mean he was on the ropes, there was indeed hope after all! However Yang found himself briefly distracted by the antics of another tailed person appearing to snatch the tailed girl into hug. There was some... banter between them and Erika? They were a little far for Yang to hear clearly. Either way they couldn't let Dyce escape.

"Hey!" Yang yelled after moving a bit closer to their position, "Now is [i]not[/i] the time! He's trying to escape!" He didn't stick around for a response and instead took off to give chase. Unfortunately Dyce had gotten a little ways away during that time and so Yang would have to really make up the distance some how. The question was: How? That was when he spotted something in the distance. A figure? Looked like it, but they were too far away to recognize. Whoever they were, they'd come from the opposite direction and were clearly cutting off Dyce's escape route. It wasn't until their Ki lit up with white only to suddenly shine a silvery blue that Yang realized what was happening.

"MASTER!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, trying to pick up the pace. He didn't sound very excited or celebratory this time, instead he was worried, knowing what the Master's plan was and wanting to do everything in his power to keep him from doing it.

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Meanwhile, both Dyce and Ryuhei were shooting toward the position of a lone figure floating silently in the sky. His tattered cloak blew wildly in the wind as he watched the approaching alien. Soon enough he put up both his wrinkled hands and used them to form a sign with his fingers, "Rin..." came a voice from within the cloak. The wind seemed to pick up around him and an aura of white Ki wrapped itself around his body, "Pyō, Tō, Sha..." his white aura appeared to suddenly erupt into a shining silvery blue, "Kai, Jin, Retsu, Zai, Zen!" with that last syllable the man's aura brightened further only to explode into a darker violet aura. As the wind howled around him his cloak blew away from him, revealing him to those watching.

He was an older man, in his sixties at least, perhaps more. He wore only a pair of tight black shorts accompanied by tattered bandages wrapped tightly around his hands, forearms, shins and feet. He had short, greyish white hair that swirled in the wind. He had a hard stare, a white goatee on his chin and a distinct scar on on his left cheek. The rest of his body, though wrinkled and frail with age, was covered in callouses from a lifetime of training and even a few other scars on his chest and back that likely each came with a story of a previous hard fought battle. But all at once, the frailty vanished, and the old man's physique suddenly expanded into a more toned and muscular appearance. The wrinkles of age melted away, and as the man's eyes began to glow red, a third eye opened on his forehead and also glowed red.

"It's about time we put you down!" he said, his voice sounding grizzled and with a commanding tone. He lunged forward, as if vanishing in the process only to appear again to slam his kneecap into the alien's gut. The old man followed this with a flurry of blows so fast it was almost as if he struck with four arms instead of merely two. He ended the flurry with a sledgehammer blow meant to send the invader crashing back down to the Earth.

"Haaaa...." the old man chanted, bringing his arms together, nearly touching his hands at the finger tips to form a distinct shape, "KikoHOOOO!" he howled, sending a diamond shaped column of concussive energy hammering down on the alien, "KikoHOOOOOOO!" he yelled again, and again another concussive energy blast slammed downward. The old man stood his ground, continuing to repeat the attack. In truth, he was no match for this adversary. His attack would hold the alien in place for a while, but he would emerge from it still alive and intact. But just holding the alien in place, preventing an escape, that would have to suffice. Master Feng had already resolved himself to his decision, and he would continue to unleash his full power even if reduced his frail old body to dust, "Ki... ko... HO!"

"NO MASTER! DON'T!" a voice yelled, Yang closing in and finally close enough to be heard. Sure enough Feng's disciple made it to his side, "Please Master, don't exert yourself any further! I'll stop him now!" Yang jerked his body to face the direction Dyce had fallen in, similarly holding his arms in the same fashion as his Master, "Kikoho!" both master and student yelled in unison. The others needed to hurry. Even working together, Yang and his Master would only be able to hold Dyce down for so long.