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Post by Speenatch on Dec 11, 2016 11:02:57 GMT
Speenatch grumbled and growled as he flew through the air above the jungle. He wasn't walking, he wasn't taking any chances after the amount of traps he'd seen. No-no, he was going to just exit this cursed jungle and find somewhere else to train. Somewhere with less traps, and more people. Maybe he'd find some abandoned cabin in a temperate forest, or maybe one that was more cold. Either way, he wasn't going to be making the mistake of setting up camp in a seemingly-amazing clearing in the middle of nowhere again. If it looked like a perfect camping site, he was avoiding it! After making that plan, Speenatch gave another look around with his shaded eyes. He had a few miles, and quite a few minutes, to go yet before he reached the edge of the jungle. And he didn't want to pour on too much speed. Because first of all, bugs. Bugs that kept getting onto his shades and nice, multi-colored "Steel" gi (which he was wearing at the time). Second of all, he was carrying his survival gear with him. And he didn't want to lose that stuff. Especially not in the middle of a dense, dark jungle where there was undergrowth everywhere. ' Alright, now... gonna get outta here, head somewhere else and train up. Then when I'm at a good point... maybe I'll see if I can't track down that Turtle-Sensei fellow and ask ta train under 'im. He was strong! And not too bad of a guy, especially by Saiyan standards! Then again, I've only ever met a coupla Saiyans in total, and none of 'em seemed as bad as that one that-' His train of thought was interrupted as he sensed that he was getting closer to something. Something strong, but not too strong. Given the ki-signature, it was probably a person. A person within his strength range! Maybe they were out here to train, too? ' Either way, might as well check it out. Kinda rare ta find someone that ain't either a normal fella, 'er way outta my league.' The man angled his body, flying over the tree-tops as he homed in on the ki-signature. If this person was on the ground, they'd be met with a man in a gi flying down out of the sky. Said gi had the most strange of colors, and wasn't uniform in the slightest. The aqua top piece left part of his hairy chest bare, as well as the entirety of his arms. It covered about half-way down to his thighs, at which point the pants became visible. They were a bright, practically glowing orange. Loose, too. Right underneath them were some equally bright, but pink, boots. But what ensemble would be complete without... accessories? Said accessories consisted of a neon-green belt, tied around his waist, a pair of fingerless gloves that matched his gi top in color, some thick, mirrored shades... and finally...a rust-colored cape... cowl... thing that he had clasped to his neck. Oh, he also had a set of weighted bands, with only two being visible. The ones around his wrist were a deep, dark black, with some sort of rounded, yellow gem in the center of each. It all made for a weird look. But one that someone would recognize after seeing it only once. Probably because the ungodly bright colors managed to sear themselves into the person's brain. [Thread PL: 3,676. Light Weights Applied, Current PL = 2,757] [Tags: Trouza ]
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Post by Trouza on Dec 11, 2016 14:31:59 GMT
It was particularly humid in the bamboo forest at this time of day, and Trouza was on one of his wrap-up trips to visit a friend of his; a monk from one of the old temples in the area. He was looking forward to one of his words of wisdom and a cup of tea afterwards, since the temple rarely saw any large group of pilgrims anyway, and he was close to the monks as he had saved them from a rampaging dinosaur one time. He flew halfway across the land before hoofing it in the jungles, preferring the solitary walk to flying across the sky like some target. Probably the same reason why he hasn't met too many threats stronger than himself. He had already done some training during the early morning and, still wearing his green training gi continued the warm up with the four hour walk he was on right now. He was halfway across a green clearing when he noticed a strange man flying toward him above the trees. Trouza had planned to grab a bite and drink before roughing it across the jungle once again but it looks like he will be having some company. Looking around and behind him as if he wasn't the man's destination, he saw no one around and the man was still getting closer. It was particularly awkward, for both of them as he thought. All Trouza could do was tilt his head, confounded by the man coming his way and him getting the man's attention like he was being chased. He crossed his arms, first observing the over-the-top garb of the apparent martial artist. It was overly bright and colorful like one of those masked wrestlers, notably the man's familiar cowl which seemed to flutter like a flag as the man dropped down to his location. Of course, only people of noted strength would have been able to fly and control their ki with ease, and this man didn't quite have hostile intent, at least none apparent. Snapping out of it, Trouza finally got around to recognizing the man in the sunglasses. It was one of those cheesy young fighters he saw once during a trip to Satan City along one of his father's business trips, during the rare times his father took him and his family along for a change in scenery. 'Mister Steel' he remembered the moniker. 'That explained the outfit', he thought, as one from Satan City would usually be wearing something gaudy. As Trouza remembered, he was one of those martial artists from the underground fighting pits, usually with the bosses betting against him in favor of the tough, killer-looking lowlifes. Finally as the man would have landed, Trouza greeted him with an outstretched hand. "Don't see much traffic going around these parts, much less flying ones. You must be a fighter, but I seem to remember a face like yours", Trouza scratched his chin before continuing. "Mister Steel, right? Mister Steeeel, heh. The name stuck. Catchy." Trouza jokingly declared with an announcer voice. "What brings you here from Satan City? Not one of your usual crowded places you got used to, I presume. Nothing out here but trees and the occassional pilgrim." Trouza eventually asked as he takes out a canteen from his rope-bag and took a sip from it. "Sorry. The walk got me parched."
Status [Power Level (Weighted): 2,183] [Equipment: Weighed Arm Bands (Light Weights)] [KP: N/A] [Tags: Speenatch ]
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Post by Speenatch on Dec 11, 2016 22:53:48 GMT
[Tag: Trouza ] As Speenatch landed, he got a good look at the mustachioed man in front of him. Spiky hair, nice gi... but no tail. ' So this guy ain't a Saiyan, just a strong fella. Phew, that woulda been trouble.' He then opened his mouth to speak... only to hear the other fellow start the conversation instead. And what he had to say actually made Speenatch freeze up... " You... recognize me?", he asked in a small voice. One that seemed to carry a tone of wonder. Someone actually recognized him! Someone knew his name and intro! This was probably the first time that someone that seemed to be an accomplished fighter actually knew who he was without meeting him first! After a few seconds, he realized that he was kind of gaping like a fool. As such, he quickly straightened himself up to his full, five-foot-four height and put his fists on his hips. Trying to look more like the confident alter-ego of his. " Hahahaha! Well that's a bit rare outside of Satan City! Always glad to meet a fan, though!" After that, he let out another deep, belly laugh before he rolled his supply pack off of his shoulders. He then jabbed his right thumb at himself while the left hand rested on his hip again. " Now, as fer what I'm doin here... Well, I've quit the fightin' ring in Satan City, to focus on trainin'! Figured there wasn't much more improvement ta get from fightin' the same guys in the same arena every day... So I figured I'd travel around, train myself some. Alla that jazz." He then gave a nod and a little wave of his right hand as Trouza took a drink, " Oh, yer fine. It's a hot day out." Then he fell silent, crossing his arms as he stared at the spiky-haired man with the nice moustache. His senses extended outwards, feeling at the man's power. ' Yup, this is the guy... Strongest ki signature fer miles...' After Trouza finished his drinking, Speenatch finally moved. He shrugged his broad shoulders, and undid his arm-folding. " Now, ya know my name... but I don't know yers. So I got two questions fer ya. One, what do people call ya? And two..." He moved to point his index finger right at the man, while wearing his trademarked smirk of confidence, surrounded by his goatee. " Are ya too thirsty n' tuckered out ta have a friendly lil' spar? OR DO YA GOT A FEW HITS IN YA?!"
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Post by Trouza on Dec 12, 2016 12:05:29 GMT
"Yeah, yeah, I remember you. You stuck out like a sore thumb out there." Trouza quipped as the rowdy fighter seemed delighted to hear someone recognize him. "Most of the fellas pop bet on were mostly the killers-looking fellas, the ones with scars and missing teeth, or the ones with brass knuckles hidden in their gloves. You know the type."Indeed, if anything else, Trouza rooted secretly for the man who would get beat up by the more experienced and underhanded thugs who work the pits for money. He wasn't as interested in martial arts back then when he saw the young fighter brawling against bigger badder enemies. Mister Steel for Trouza was, to say the least, catchy, and had a lot of heart. Though he was only able to see the then-young teen fight, he did draw a crowd and knew how to work them. He continued wetting his parched mouth from his prized canteen as the man eagerly introduced himself. As Mister Steel explained, apparently he had already quit the underground rings and went to train martial arts legitimately. Somehow the showman reminded him of himself in that aspect, though that would probably be where the similarities end. Though he hasn't learned how to sense other people's ki, he could see Mister Steel would probably put up a decent fight, what from the masterful use of flight, after all. Besides, he was taught to never underestimate facades in battle as it could lead to possibly lethal results. Seemingly recovering from the fact that someone recognized him, Mister Steel immediately approached him and asking a few questions, specifically asking about Trouza. He forgot to introduce himself mostly, although why the man still flew across the forest to catch up to him still eluded Trouza. "O-oh. Oh yeah, I forgot to introduce myself." Trouza explained as he apologetically bowed and offered a hand of peace. "Well, my acquaintances call me Trouza and-."Trouza wasn't able to finish when suddenly Mister Steel shouted something about 'Havin' a friendly lil' spar' and spouting something about Trouza possibly being too beat to fight a friendly match. Amused, all Trouza could do was let out a few giggles and asking him the reason for fighting before ultimately accepting such an exciting proposition. He seemed very eager to do so, what with the man wasting no time to speak his mind. Trouza was getting all worked up himself, not having too many opportunities of fighting honorably in a sparring match before, much more a man seemingly oozing with personality and prowess as himself. Usually it would just be against brutes and bandits, and never on a sparring basis against a martial artist who knew the rules of honorable battle. "Hmm, would fighting be such a good idea, Mister Steel?" Trouza scratched his head and put away his canteen as well as his knapsack before holding his position facing Mister Steel. Outstretching his legs and lowering his stance, he invited the rowdy warrior. "I don't mind, this would be a good work up for my appetite!"Mister Steel would see in front of him a man conserving his ki glowing white and protecting his flanks with raised arms.
Status [Power Level (Weighted): 2,183] [Equipment: Weighed Arm Bands (Light Weights)] [KP: N/A] [Tags: Speenatch ]
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Post by Speenatch on Dec 12, 2016 14:49:51 GMT
Speenatch spared a glance to the sky before looking back to Trouza. He then raised one hand to his chest, and undid the latch to his little cloak-cape-thing. " Oh yeah, it is about time fer lunch, huh?" His hand let go of the clasp as he got into his own fighting stance. His right fist was raised until it rested by the side of his face, just under his chin. The other was held in front of him, knuckles facing Trouza. His legs were extended to be about shoulder-length apart. One was put forward, lining up with his fist. The other stayed back, with the foot angled away from his body. As he got into the stance, his little "cape" fell from his shoulders. The rust-red fabric fluttered in the wind a short distance, before landing on the ground behind him. For some reason, he left the shades one. Probably because his image wasn't complete without them. The wind blew to rustle the leaves, bamboo, and Speenatch's mullet-mane. As it did so, he gave that confident smile of his again. " Tell ya what, bud... Once we're acquainted enough ta where I can call ya Trouza, lunch is on me! I still got some fish n' wild-sides left over from this mornin'..." As he spoke, he gave Trouza a good once-over. The man had elected for a defensive stance, and his ki was being held in... Conserved almost. ' Looks like he's guardin' his sides. A solid strategy... if someone ain't attackin' from the front!' " But like I said... First... LET'S GET ACQUAINTED!" And with that, the battle was on, as Speenatch charged forwards to open it. As soon as he closed the distance, the muscular little man launched his attack... An attack that consisted of a flurry of blows. All of which were delivered towards Trouza's chest and head, with a lightning pace. If he wanted to block any of them, then this mustachioed man would have to move his hands upwards. Otherwise... he'd be getting hit in the face. A lot. Jab-jab-jab-jab-jab-jab, left hook, jab-jab-jab-jab-jab-jab-jab, cross punch, jab-jab-jab-jab, feint at a left hook, right hook... All followed up by the coup de grace... a rear-leg roundhouse kick. After, of course, he infused his ki into the limb. This didn't cause any visible aura, though. Instead, he used the energy to reinforce it until it felt as hard as solid steel. Hence why he called it the... " STEEL REAR-LEG ROUNDHOUSE KICK!!!" He only shouted the name after he launched the attack. If he said it before, then he'd have clued Trouza in on his whole strategy. Which was to distract him and keep him from guarding his sides. Thus, hopefully, opening him up to the kick in the first place. The key word was hopefully. [Technique used: [N1] Ki-Infused Melee Attack: Delivered at 33% PL (Approximately 909 PL).] [Tags: Trouza ]
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Post by Trouza on Dec 13, 2016 4:25:41 GMT
With lunch at the back of his mind and his growling stomach calling out to him, he nonetheless prepared to fight against the young but seasoned martial artist. It didn’t help that the man describe what they were gonna have for lunch as the southerner was used to good seafood , fish and prawns that probably even gods would die for, and there was none found in the forests. Aside from the fight, he was looking forward to gaining a new friend, a strong one at that, and one of his reasons he went out to travel across the world. At least this time, the strong fighters didn’t want to kill him. I’d take you up on your offer of lunch, sure Mister Steel. I’d love some grilled fish and I brought some homemade vinegar to go with it… But for now show me your mettle!
Trouza wanted the man to show his pace first, and allowed Mister Steel to have the first blow so he could analyze what the man would be up to and what his capabilities were. If he was indeed much better than when Trouza saw him in the ring, this might be a good fight. Mister Steel charged in head first to Trouza’s front with the intent of wearing Trouza’s toughness down it seemed. Seeing the man approach, he manages to step back thanks to his stance just in time, his right foot stepping back and then the left. With a flurry of blows he barely dodged as he floated backwards and weaved left and right. Gliding backwards avoiding the attacks, he paused while catching the last left hook and right hook with both his raised arms. He was being pushed back as he was trying to read Mister Steel’s pace, and he had to get out of reach and fight at his own pace, and so Trouza prepared a trick up his sleeve. What came next from Mister Steel after a flurry of punches was a seemingly powerful kick. Feeling the power of the blow coming towards him, if it hit him, Trouza surmised it would have cut clean lesser… heads. For a second he might take back what he thought earlier about someone not trying to kill him, but then he hasn’t been in a fight this intense or against someone of Mister Steel’s or his own caliber for a long time. With a freightened expression that feigned surprise at the attack, Trouza’s face would have been the last thing Mister Steel saw before Trouza disappeared right in front of him. By the time Mister Steel hit the blur, Trouza would have already been at Mister Steel’s side, with Trouza already pushing back the ground ready to throw some blows. "Steel Rear-Leg Roundhouse Kick!" the man shouted, and it was his chance. "Woah, watch it Steel! The air might get mad at you and fight back!" Pushing his weight forward, Trouza threw a flurry of not too powerful but effective punches targrted at Mister Steel’s left rib and stomach, hoping to take the wind out of him before stepping back a few feet and inviting Mister Steel to try again. At least apparently, Trouza looked to be planning to wear down or frustrate the more powerful fighter although he himself just got used to wearing his weighted armbands. More than that, Trouza was analyzing what Mister Steel might come up with next.
Status [Power Level (Weighted): 2,183] [Equipment: Weighed Arm Bands (Light Weights)] [KP: 2/3] [Tech Used: [SU1] Afterimage] [Tags: Speenatch ]
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Post by Speenatch on Dec 13, 2016 8:21:36 GMT
Speenatch hadn't intended to kill Trouza with that kick. More just hit him very, very hard. He'd gotten a read of the fellow's strength, he knew he could take it. However, it was very hard to hit a man when he literally disappeared, as Trouza did. One moment he was there, the next... Speenatch was kicking through empty air. Even though the image of Trouza's shocked face remained there for a moment. As Trouza's shocked face faded, Speenatch got his own. He hadn't seen anyone move that fast before! It was only thanks to his ki-sense that he even knew where his opponent had wound up at all. Well, that and the blows delivered to his left side with enough force to knock him away, and knock the breath out of him. Trouza also took the moment to deliver a taunt, before leaping back to give Steel the time he needed to recover. ' Okay, so he's fast... Fast enough ta block every one of my punches and dodge my kick. So... Gonna need ta switch things up.' His look of confusion faded back into his confident smirk as he got himself back into his fighting stance. As he hopped from foot to foot, he replied, " HAH! Well I guess I'd just have ta kick it's keister as hard as I'm about ta kick yers!" And with that, he charged forward again. This guy wanted to fight smarter instead of harder? Well, Steel would just have to do both to take him on. This time, his attack pattern was more varied, showing that he knew how to do more than just punch a man's head over and over. First came a flurry of jabs aimed at Trouza's face again... followed by a quick duck and weave to the right so he could set up for a mighty uppercut. One that he threw his whole body into, going so far as to not just push with his legs, but use them to leap into the air. Regardless of whether or not the blow hit, Steel tried not to leave himself open to a counterattack. Instead, he spun his body around after delivering the blow while extending a knee outwards so he could SLAM it against Trouza's side. Following that, he leapt back, aiming to kick his foot against his opponent's body so he could do so. A quick flip later, and he was about two or three body lengths away from his opponent, still grinning oh so confidently. He got into a "guard" stance by this point, one arm raising fist raised up near his face, while his other arm was held lower and closer to his gut. His feet remained how they were, one behind the other. Both shoulder length apart, even as one pointed forward and the other was held to the side. " Still, despite the beatdown I'm about ta give ya... I gotta say... Yer pretty good. Might just wanna call ya "Trouza Snake" with how ya slither n' dodge around." ((Tag: Trouza ))
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Post by Trouza on Dec 13, 2016 13:47:35 GMT
Taking the time to take a few deep breaths as he just stopped Mister Steel's momentum, he noticed the fighter hurt but not defeated from his quick body jabs. Now if only he'd keep up the same style and wear down the stronger foe, he'd probably exhaust him which is what he wanted to do. He'd hope to watch out for surprises like that powerful round house kick as well, so he kept his guard and his arms up. "HAH! Well I guess I'd just have ta kick it's keister as hard as I'm about ta kick yers!" Mister Steel bellowed and was back to his rowdy self. Good, he was getting angry as he had wanted and was probably more prone to mistakes, Trouza guessed. He'd apologize later if the man genuinely became pissed or if he was a sore fighter to taunts as he has yet to know Mister Steel aside from the six minutes he'd known him, but right now he'd more like to push his luck and make the man angry. "Bring it, Steel." Trouze chimed in as he beckoned him to come at him once more. He was trying to see a pattern in the fighter's movements and attacks and seemingly Trouza has been reading them correctly. Pop pop pop bang, pop pop bang, Trouza kept the rhythm in his head. Mister Steel kept up his relentless flurries but this time aside from just floating backwards and sidewards to meet each attack, Trouza also threw in a couple of counter attacks; each missed jab he would throw one of his own aiming once more at the rib he just hurt. Once more stepping back and anticipating the punches, and mostly answering them with his own, Steel lowered his stance while throwing his weight at a large uppercut meant for Trouza's chin. This was his chance, the bang of the pop pops he was waiting for where Steel would slow down his momentum and be open. Stepping back at the right moment almost getting hit by the uppercut, he threw his weight with his own roundhouse kick that would hurt the fighter. Little did he know Steel's knee was already launched towards Trouza's side and, unbalanced, was thrown a few feet rolling across the ground. "Argh! I played right into it." Trouza thought. Still sore with a stinging pain throbbing at his side, Trouza recovered quickly onto his feet and put up his guard. Don't get hit, don't get hit, don't get hit, Trouza kept telling to himself. He could probably match Mister Steel toe to toe when they exchange quick blows against one another, but he should be careful matching the man's signature moves or techniques. If he was to take down Mister Steel when he's on the move, he's gotta keep on his feet and match the man's strength with his own speed, or another trick up his sleeve. Coming up with another idea to throw the man off guard, Trouza threw three ki blasts in Steel's direction meant to both singe and pelt the man's momentum once more. He then concentrated his ki into his two right fingers and lowered his position into a guard stance with his left hand raised up in front of Mister Steel, he was already working up a sweat, and luckily he thought, this would hurt Mister Steel. Goading the man to come nearer, he knew most martial artists would think Trouza was leaving himself open to attack by charging such a ki blast. Little did they know the nature of his technique.
Status [Power Level (Weighted): 2,183] [Equipment: Weighed Arm Bands (Light Weights)] [KP: 1/3] [Tech Used: [N1 Shotgun] - Charging (33%)] [Tags: Speenatch ]
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Post by Speenatch on Dec 14, 2016 7:33:18 GMT
Speenatch took every punch aimed his way. He'd taken worse blows before, and he needed Trouza to think he was gaining the upper hand. He did, however, make sure to angle his face slightly with each blow so that the fists didn't have a chance to break his shades. They might've been cheap, but they were a part of his image darnit! They also happened to hide his eyes, and therefore the tells they showed off, with their mirrored lenses. Eventually, he tired of taking hits and went to put his plan into action... with great success. Success that he took in as he landed and got into his guarded stance... ' Lessee... just one knee strike sent 'im flyin'... Which means, he can dish out hits, but he can't take 'em like I can.' As his eyes took in Trouza's body getting up and into a combat stance, his other senses reached out... feeling some energy start to build up in his foe's arm. Energy that was soon released right at him. They were a few basic blasts, however. Easily blocked by his guard arm, even if they burned his skin a bit (and singed his arm-hairs). He could take the pain, though. Much like with Trouza's punches, he'd had worse. Heck, the blasts weren't even powerful enough to leave a single soot-mark on the black band he wore around his wrist. The yellow gem in was shining just as brightly as it had been before the attack He'd also seen a feint before, and delivered a fair few in his day. So when his extra senses picked up on the build-up of energy in his mustachioed opponent's body, he got a good idea of what was going on. ' Alrighty. He's hopin' that I charge 'im. That I run right into this attack that he's preparin'. Alrighty, I can do that, and make 'im regret it more'n I will while I'm at it.' As Trouza stood and prepared himself, Speenatch did the same. He took a deep breath into his lungs, causing his already bulky chest to expand outwards. Then, with measured precision... he released the air in his lungs. Exhaling at the same rate that he had taken air in. He took in a second breath, pumping in the air once again. As he did so, he pumped his power into one of his limbs. The muscle and bone hardened without losing any tensile strength. Without losing the ability to bend with the pressure, at least a little bit. In essence, he hardened it to the consistency of steel, or as close as he could get. He released the air in another exhlation, though he held the energy where he had left it. After taking another good breath in... he charged forward, letting out that sweet, sweet oxygen in the form of a mighty battlecry. He didn't bother with running, instead flying just over the ground with lightning speed. His fists were raised, his pink-booted legs trailed behind him. And his mullet flapped in the wind. " Steel Series...!" He shouted, holding up his fists almost the entirety of the way towards Trouza. Then, a split second before impact... he flipped his body around so that it was his leg, where he'd actually focused his power, aiming right towards his opponent's gut. " FLYIN' GUT-BUSTER KICK!" And with that, he moved to hit Trouza right in the gut with a kick as hard as metal. At the same time as taking the blast or strike that he was intending to deliver. He wasn't going to be able to dodge it... but Steel did ensure that his leg wouldn't be stopped before he was hit. [ Technique Used: [N1] Steel Series Strike Delivered at 33% of PL (909 PL).] [ Current KP: 2/3] [ Tags: Trouza ]
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Post by Trouza on Dec 14, 2016 14:37:19 GMT
Trouza was about to use his signature technique, but it would only be as powerful as he hoped it would be if his enemy was as close as possible. If his enemy also tried shooting him with a powerful ki beam, he would have been at a disadvantage. Nursing his ki ball and hiding it from his enemy, he could see Mister Steel worked up as he also prepared for an attack of his own. Good. Mister Steel seemed like a close-range fighter anyway, noticing it moments ago. He focused most of his body's ki into that small point, like gripping the hole of a water hose. Hold. Hold. Mister Steel was fast approaching and he was continuing to charge his ki blast even stronger and shooting Mister Steel at just the right moment. Now! Trouza immediately let loose his ki blast right as his enemy spun to deliver another devastating kick. It was another change-up trick, but Trouza let loose nonetheless at point blank. "Shotgun!", Trouza shouted with all his might. Mister Steel would face in front of him the glowing green ball of ki looking like it exploded in front of him like a gaping fountain spreading out, cackling with raw uncontrolled power released from the concentrated ball. It was indeed, a close-range shotgun and he had hope it would be enough to blast away Mister Steel and stop him in his tracks. Seeing nothing but the blinding green light of his charged Shotgun, a leg appeared from behind the blast just enough to hit him straight to the stomach. Whipped like a flagpole meeting a cyclone, Trouza did not expect his enemy's kick to be akin to that of being hit by a steel beam. He wasn't sure what happened to Mister Steel, facing the brunt of his powered Shotgun, however, the metal limb that used to be Mister Steel's leg threw Trouza back towards the trees with enough force to make Trouza tumble and roll across the now scraped grass. By the time he stopped in his tracks there was a long line of dirt that used to be grass and he could barely raise his hands to nurse his gut. All he could hear was a ringing sound about to split his head open and the creatures from the trees getting rustled by their fighting. He shook his head to snap out of it after about a minute to check on Mister Steel, who would, blasted or not, probably agree to call it a fight. "Ugh, I think you broke my appetite. You have solid steel limbs!" Trouza joked as he was holding onto his bruised torso. He sat up from his position painfully, not wanting to get up immediately for fear of breaking something. After a hit like that, he was ready to tuck in and sleep for twelve hours. He was however, glad to have fought such a fascinating and hearty combatant. "That doesn't mean you don't owe me a decent lunch, my Steel-y friend. How about let's call it a day? By the way, now that I think of it, what is your real name?"
Status [Power Level (Weighted): 2,183] [Equipment: Weighed Arm Bands (Light Weights)] [KP: 1/3] [Tech Used: [N1 Shotgun] - Delivered at 1,455 PL (66%)] [Tags: Speenatch ]
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Post by Speenatch on Dec 14, 2016 23:06:40 GMT
As Speenatch's kick was loosed, so too was blast of green energy. It was at that moment that he realized he might've underestimated the power of the blast he was about to take. As he angled his face away from the bright green light, he had the small pleasure of at least feeling his kick connect before he was blasted into the next county. Well, alright, that was an exaggeration. Still, he was sent flying quite a few feet. He went through some trees, as in literally crashing through the trunks, before he was driven into the dirt by the twin forces of inertia and gravity. They worked so well together when it came to delivering pain. After getting up, Steel checked himself... no serious burns, thankfully. However, he was covered in mild ones, or at least red skin from the heat and power. A lot of his body hair had been burned up as well, just like his- ' Aw dangit, ma gi! And I just fixed it up last night...' After sighing and standing up, he muttered to himself, " Great, now I gotta find somewhere to buy fabric..." After noticing Trouza getting up, he saw that the man's clothing had way less damage than his own. After all, he still had more than half of a singed shirt. But from the way he was clutching his gut, the kick had hit its mark. And that was really all that Speenatch was aiming for. Switching back to his Steel voice, the short and bulky man replied... " Heh, thanks. That "shotgun" of yers has a real kick to it!" He began to walk up to the other man as he continued speaking. " As fer names, ya already know the only name I'd be givin' ya. So howsabout we focus on just shakin' hands fer the good fight, and chowin' down on that fish I promised?" Speenatch came to a stop right in front of Trouza, before holding out his right hand. It wasn't in a fist, though. Instead, it was open for a handshake. [ Tags: Trouza ]
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Post by Trouza on Dec 15, 2016 15:57:26 GMT
"I mastered the Shotgun after concentrating too much ki into one ball that was supposed to be a beam. It blew up in front of me, but my master figured what I did was still pretty effective." Trouza explained the origin of his signature technique which moments ago just blew up in Mister Steel’s face. His gi was ripped, and luckily with steel-like endurance he was able to withstand his blast better than most. At least, his green robe fared a bit better, but still torn by his gut. If a spectator would have compared the two fools blasting each other to bits, he would have seen a man sticking a steel pole into a man who threw a grenade in another man’s face. He was satisfied at least, both for withstanding up to a much stronger fighter and holding on his own. Things will only get tougher from now on he thought, and as he gets to know more strong personalities he would also surely attract tougher villains, but for now at least he had a fighting chance. Mister Steel would have his own trials, and it is up to them both to give their best and defend the Earth from threats should the time come. Maybe one day they’d meet again, where they’d be standing side by side instead of against each other. Grinning with a wincing eye and a throbbing gut, Trouza took Mister Steel's hand and shook it before getting up with the man's help. "You're one tough fighter, Steel. I’ve only met a few of your caliber. Of course, I haven’t attracted the attention of intergalactic aliens and invaders too much and I’d like to keep it that way." Trouza laughed. Noticeably he’s back to his somewhat talkative, happy-go-lucky self and was more relaxed, as if he was merely catching up with and talking to a good friend. Usually he’d look for a cold beer and or a hot bowl of soup at the end of such a tiring day, but for now there’s lunch to cook and fish to fry. "Now, let’s eat! I’ll show you how we islanders cook our salted fish!" Trouza laughed softly, still holding his gut while clutching Mister Steel's shoulder to lead the way as they continued towards their backpacks and set up camp.
Status [Power Level (Weighted): 2,183] [Equipment: Weighed Arm Bands (Light Weights)] [KP: N/A] [Tech Used: N/A] [Tags: Speenatch ]
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Post by Speenatch on Dec 16, 2016 8:42:04 GMT
Speenatch listened to Trouza explain his technique. Even if he hadn't asked for it, it was interesting to learn about how the man had made that little explosion. After the other fighter stood up, he looked down at his own hand... before making the shape of a finger gun.
'A beam, huh...? That'd be interestin'...' The short man then smiled to himself as he realized how well he'd done against a fighter that would have overpowered him easily about a month ago. Trouza was just about as strong as that robot had seemed to be back in the desert, or at least the Saiyan that'd been involved in the fight.
The smile disappeared when Trouza laid his hand on Speenatch's shoulder. It was only then that the stout man got a good look at his body posture. There wasn't much external damage but... dang, he was holding onto his stomach pretty tightly. And he didn't seem confident in his ability to walk. Which was... disconcerting. He didn't think that he'd hit his sparring partner that hard. Especially since he knew that "Shotgun" technique had probably hit him with way more power than he'd given back.
'Huh... Either I'm just plain stubborn and tough, er he's the sorta fella that can't take what he dishes out. Er both.'
"Yer gonna hafta show me another day... I already cooked 'em this mornin'. Smoked ta perfection, with a nice sauce of my own creation..."
He shrugged before leading his injured companion back to the space near the road where they'd dumped their gear. Or at least where Steel had dumped his. After leading Trouza to where he thought his stuff would be, and helping him to sit down, Speenatch turned to gather his own things. First, the discarded cloak-cape, which had landed in some bushes. That he clasped around his neck as he walked over to where he'd dropped his backpack.
After picking up the backpack and carrying it over to Trouza, he plopped down next to the taller, leaner man. Then, Speenatch opened the front-most flap, before pulling out... a bundle. A bundle that he unwrapped to show a set of four smoked river-fish, alongside some wild vegetables. The fish glistened with some sort of sauce, that had also leaked onto the cloth that surrounded them... It smelled faintly of berries and herbs.
"Now... dig in!"
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Post by Mayze on Dec 19, 2016 3:09:11 GMT
Speenatch WC: 3299 Gains: 4008 PL Old: 8273 PL New: 12,281 PL
Trouza WC: 3165 Gains: 5,340 PL Old: 2,911 PL New: 8251 PL
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