Post by Levlidian on May 21, 2017 2:42:42 GMT
Taking hold of the basin, his fingers folding tight about the metallic surface, the estranged beast buckled beneath the tenacious victory his body sought to claim. A single orb of obsidian, barren, frigid with agony burrowed into the mirror head; decorated with blood. "Damnit," he cursed and soon gritted his teeth to waves of collaborative agonies that fuelled him. The steady plunder of crimson asserting it's design to the floor below- it saw the flourish of colour mapped from the door to the bathroom and beyond- he was hurt. A flicker of pain rushed through his eye, daring to release that basin even just a little- Levlidian placed his shredded, gloved paw about the cranium that complained so and drew it back to reveal the notions to his pains design- and there in front of his lay a limb painted red. Breathing strong, through the nose and pressing that eye to gaze back at himself once more, a monster, a Saiyan of the Vegetan heritage and to that minds eye drew a memory as he'd grunt slipping to the bathroom floor and grasping his head all the more.
The breeze assaulted his dark, chocolate mane as he'd peer about the city in which he'd never visit, rain decorated Levlidian's dark, heavy boots and he drew back the length of his lips into a dilapidated sneer to the accursed, sodden feeling that travelled up the length of his shins due to it; damn car flushed that puddle on purpose. For once, he found himself sat upon a sodden bench within South City, questioning himself and his morals, fumbling over the negotiations he'd rehearsed a thousand times. Things were far easier back during the blackest nights of Vegeta, Konats, those long years he spent travelling the stars in search of Zeni and the closest thing he could find to a challenge. Here, before the god forsaken blue skies of Earth he fought with himself inwardly more often than he battled a physical opponent.
"Blasted- ugh," he growled, the guttural trail of a barrow toned irritation to which he'd become accustom to relinquishing, "I've spent the last month or two besting people, people starting out. where are the real challenges-," with a loud crack, the mind he fended flared up as he stared into the pearl of death and its crackling aura. Having dove into Tulips own fight of warring minds, he'd found himself once again looking inwardly towards his own, a fight that was ageless, like it had been all he'd known for the longest time. A war between this version of himself and the side that refused to relocate, the side that had been forged on Vegeta and that warrior held on for dear life.
"I lost my edge," he muttered, "Becoming a monster, that was never my real problem. So damn caught up trying to be what people thought I should, I ignored my own instincts," with a flare of his leg he kicked that of a trash can from it's poise aside him sending the deliverance of it's trajectory across the street. to which he resided. "I wasn't this- torn before, what changed?" he scowled and a sigh soon betrothed itself with the sir. Hanging his head the Saiyan would adverse to rise from his stance about that bench as his matted mane swept covering the useless, glassy eye he'd worn for the longest time now; a martyred half of a sense for his will to do good; he should have known doing good was never his forte,
"What's wrong with me?" he muttered and tilted his head upwards to the sky, how poetic thus he'd sneer with the thought of his WIfe's teasing- it wasn't anger but irritation and not for her; the knawing hunger to fight was a beast every Saiyan had to live with and he was no different, he hated it. "I fluctuate far too much, one moment I'm angry and malevolent the next I'm calm and benevolent, fuck sake Lev' get a damn grip. You're no better than you were a few months ago. Time with her, it relocated so many problems- but the real ones remain; I have to calm, to find my center and keep myself cool. I'll never reach beyond what I've achieved if I can't- just- find a way to relax without Durian and Takeshii around," Still the chills of the rain pierced him and he turned that obsidian sphere from the sky to the ground and then off into the shrubbery of the park he'd once visited a concert at; times long gone.
"I need to ground myself, I'll never be able to help Durian and Takeshii like this," An idea occurred to him and the young Saiyan paused, his head slowly turning to face the city to the foot of his mountain and then his eyes dove to peer at the ledge to which he always found himself. "A focus," he whispered with a slowly developing smile, "I just need a goal," taking off from his seat and taking flight; the beast loomed in upon the wall he'd been eyeing, a poster depicted clear as day for him and he'd tilt his head in part wondering on it; a fight pit. "Well that could certainly be interesting," he'd muse and flare the corners of his once depressed lips thus he would tear it down and adjust himself to wander the street; it wasn't far, seemingly Vi Poi's broadcast had ventured into the homes of the Humans, people were starting to prepare; made sense someone would try to cash in on it.
Flexing his fingers, stood at the entrance of the so called 'Theatre, a strange selection of Warehouses; "Figures," he'd sigh. Enabling himself to draw the power of his ki into the ridge of his finger tips and a long the width of his hand; at that moment he could feel the sohiver of delight that he was bred with, the calm rage and he basked in it. The control was returning and he could feel it flourishing as he tilted his arm back and twisted his spine to invoke a peer back into the street before he himself wandered for the roar of cheers not far from where he'd appointed himself. The roars swelled and coiled as he'd approach the entrance, flexing those limbs again he'd nod to either guard then approach a man before a simple table; granting him the knowledge of his name. Inside was a whole other ball park, men gathered in a rough, huddled circle and the tell tale ringing of fists bludgeoning flesh- excitement escaped his frame and the Siayan nigh on skipped to the front of the group.
Levlidian lowered his head, the coil of crimson serpents wept from his brow and he'd grit those teeth again, consciousness had returned and he scowled to how weak he was feeling. Knuckles folded, bones cracked beneath the tension and he could almost feel that weakness that came with his exhaustion. Why hadn't he turned and walked away, was this the cycle to which he was doomed to follow? Allured by those sounds as he'd pierced those bodies to find himself fronted with Zoanthropes, a pair, both feline and the way they moved- speed, accuracy, everything a fighter needed. Levlidian's mind began to wane again as he plunged into that memory with a palm nestled to the crown of his head, when had he taken up that towel to stem the bleeding? Such a foolish thought, clearly the concussion was sweeping it's amassed strengths to best him.
The cheers filled his mind, pushing him and drawing the Saiyan to step from the circle and into the ring against these two fighters, they were strong, he could tell from a mere glance of his singular eye. A ringing voice sounded and he'd find himself falling into position. Squatted and prepared, the youthful beast prepared his frame to attest towards the combat that followed. Cries rang again, jeers and leering souls that saw him as nothing more than a challenger prepared to meet his maker; how wrong they had been. The commentator called Levlidian's name but he could scarcely hear the joke that followed. In honesty neither could he care less, sand drifted beneath his boots as he burst from the footing he'd taken and into the fray these pair offered; here in this industrial edifice they'd chosen as their grave. Dipping beneath the first, their fist soaring past a shoulder space he once occupied. Curving the spine and rising he'd soon meet the second as he prepared to match his sibling, far too confident. A boom filled the room as Levlidian drove a fist hard into the Zoanthropes amber jaw sending it to the floor.
Not long after his defeat in the North, Levlidian had up taken a small round trip of its remnants, travelling from building to building in order to correspond with the rights of aid. The humans suffered there, with the hands that wrought so much destruction on Vegeta, Levlidian build wooden shacks and spoke with the inhabitants. One of these such souls was a Builder called Marco, his child had died in the Demons attack and he'd returned to try and aid those who were not as unfortunate. Those days were done for him, the second Zoanthrope adverse in their approach returned on the Saiyan's back only to be met with a swift returning elbow, pivoting it's head was soon taken, dark fur folded in Lev's grasp as he'd jut his hip and toss the sibling upon the other rendering both prone; there he fell again awaiting them to come at him.
Over a meal, he and the ladies had conversed and joked of doubling up to fight their Saiyan, he'd sat with amusement on his face but the truth was- he had hoped they might attempt it. A roaring fire from his abode they had enjoyed whilst he sat wondering over combat, they'd spent days establishing a friendship, he and Kesh', the trio conversed and discussed the rudimentary understanding of each others cultures. Awkwardness had spilled and retracted time and again but even as the female of these felines drifted into the fight again. Lev' was thrown from his memory within a memory. The exchange was brief, flaring limbs and wella djusted postures saw the chaotic way his formality fought make quick work of the pair again. A heel to the hip of one and the same boot snapping in reverse to bludgeon the abdomen of the other; leaping up and thundering the hook of the opposite boot home into the crook of the males neck soon saw his body used like a blunt tool; felling both brother and sister once again.
The struggle they felt, the need to rise against this challenge, Lev' had seen it a thousand times in others, within himself but it was not the kind man that stood before them; it was a Vegetan Saiyan. Motioning them to advance and so they did, fists flew but ultimately he felled them again with little more than a handful of well plaed punches; they weren't getting up again. Perhaps Marco had been wrong? It was in the North he finally spoke aloud about his troubled past, the old man listened well and sipped his tea whilst Levlidian battled inner demons to contribute the entirety of his issues to the poor human. Such a troubling past indeed and meek goals, Marco had been the first to see Levlidian's ultimate flaw; he was simply trying to fit in; not anymore.
The suggestion was that the defence of Earth was a bid to encompass himself into somewhere he felt he belonged, Lev' stubbornly argued against it but held the words close; was this the case as to why he always felt so lost even in his adoptive home planet? It was well into the early morning when the two friends parted ways both more so knowledgeable and wise than they had been in the beginning thus Lev' returned to the wilds. had it been such a give away to be seen as Marco had seen, a youth struggling with the ability to fit in amongst his peers and clutched to what ever friends he might acquire? Only too true. However things had altered in the time he'd spent ascending, Durian had shown him that he hadn't the need to fit in on the planet. Takeshii had revealed to him that though some things changed, others remained for it was better that way. Standing victorious against the twins, Lev' rose his own fist with instilled bravado and awaited the next challenger; this was to be the beginning of a new outlook and to celebrate- a fight was required.
Coming to again, and fighting to stand this time, a palm wrapped about the bath, stone bled with the blood born of the wounds he wore on his knuckles this the young Saiyan would rise, quivering limbs graced the stone, worn with usage even though he'd flown ad he fought to find himself to the door frame. Taking hold of it, fingers binding across the wood as he would fght his way forwards only to descend to his rear as he could feel that swimming likeness of the darker hues encompass his eyes once more and swallow his thoughts. This was getting ridiculous- he needed help. Though as he fell upon the flat of the spine in which erected him, it was too late to conceive of anything more before the memory returned.
The next soul to step into the ring knew nothing of subtle speed and quick power jabs, the man stood triumphant, powerful and ever the mountain he could ever boast to be saw the young Sayain turn with victory on his mind. Flexing his frame, Levlidian soon fell into his combat stance and thus exposed the flat of his palm to the male and lowered into a horse stance. They engaged relatively quickly, the crowd called for it and this figure tossed his weight into the fray they shared with vigour and lacking of praise. It wasn't hard for the opponent, a venerable fighter in his own right and yet Lev' was indeed holding back. Fist after fist swept on him, diverting each strike with firm forearms and folding fingers; this wasn't even a challenge and the frustration built even after Lev' swept in quickly on an opening and vented his palm hard against the vast diaphragm with a vicious boom that sent his opponent soaring for the crowd and flattened the vast majority.
"Was that it?," he mused, adjusting the length of his jaw and huffing, in retrospect he should have expected this. Turning on his heel and striding for the center of the ring he'd begin to pace them, the length of his forearm acting as balance for his entire bastion to which altered the shape and position very carefully. It had occurred to him that this alone wouldn't be enough to derive his hunger from the pit of his gut. To train in the mountains alone had never met much of a challenge for him. The weights themselves had done him a solid amount of benefit; he paused as his thumb settled about the corner of his maw swiping clear the saliva that had built up; not till it was too late did he notice that the scene had taken a turn.
Inside his own mind, he remembered the fight between himself and Durian, the session of training in which he'd deployed what he knew on energy, the memory stretched further back and he suddenly stood then strode to stare solely at this suddenly apparent camera above him. Of course, They were recording the whole thing, wasn't this simply how it went in the form of entertainment, a scream of fury soon had Lev' return to the scene of the bout and a ringing filled his ears following a blanket of pain. Peering through the veil of white noise and a stagger up taken, the young Saiyan knelt and grasped his skull peering at the palm that removed itself to spy a thick smattering of crimson, he'd been struck? That single eye locked about the figure who'd done so and it seemed a group had gathered about the larger male. Damnit, here he was making friends as ever. Rising to the hem of his heel and noting the group encircling them had begun to whisper, this man holding the wrench breathed, no, he seethed and vented growls with each but he was much smaller than the first. "Think you can ruin my boy like that!" he roared and launched for Levlidian again.
Excitement flooded through him again and with a joyous avert of his heel, the beast turned back to the stance of combat and without even a thought, struck the figure hard in the head sending him careering backwards and into the crowd. It was of his own volition that the now unconscious male had attacked but seemingly even self defense served as a prison warden this day. The rest of the group, five, perhaps six eloped and dove for their target and Levlidian could only sigh for the attempts. The blows felt as if they moved in slow motion, dipping, swerving and ducking between them it would be a somersault that saw our protagonist free of the onslaught and he'd land behind them. Delivering sudden flurries it would seem that the combat would be very short lived. Two to the kidneys, vastly superior strikes of the knuckles found two of them and bounding upwards he'd hook a heel about the first sending him into the second and ridding the scene of them for a while. catching the next challengers front kick, stepping across and over the limb only to leap and deliver a side swipe of two heels to the head of another- Lev would roll free as he'd land about the opposite hip and crouch like a predator awaiting what came next.
Behind him came the fourth, throwing his fist downwards and upon Levlidian who turned and rose from his poise, both arms crossed before him; catching the blow. So irritating, removing a fist he'd strike his abdomen forcing him to fold, several blows came again to either side of the targets head and Lev delivered a savage knee to thigh. Sweeping to the side he leapt and drew both legs at full extension like a pair of scissors, the blow came with a savage crack and the defender was sent into a rotation like barrel. Pushing himself up from the placement of a press up, Lev' peered down at the fourth attacker and scoffed. This wasn't anything but the fifth hadn't been one too smart to begin with and found his blind sighted strike caught whilst his target observed the fallen comrade, fingers folded around his fist and Levlidian turned his head to locked a glassy eye upon him,.
A deep roar filled the room and Lev's obsidian eye was drawn away all of a sudden, to the right of him the crowd shifted to the thunderous betrayal of anotherr. Levlidian had grown used to the sing song sound of monsters this in the North. A growl forged within his gut and peeled from between his ivory canines as he'd rise onto the heel of his heavy boots. Even as he worked, the weighted boots, gloves and sash remained. About the length of his hulking figure erupted the power of his persona. Blood red Ki, fluctuating like a living blaze and he fixated that virtuous glare unto the fighting tyrant peeling itself free of the bodies, about him flurried a white lick aura, flames dancing and suddenly the fifth and sixth had begun gathering their allies to flee.
"No," Levlidian warned him but of course, the man wasn't listening, rage was palpable, it seemed that someones buttons had been pushed and this figure- he was far stronger than the others.The great, mountainous beast reared his fist back, the fabric of his suit strained to the betrayal of muscles; it still wouldn't be enough. The attack came and a thunderous boom filled the steadily emptying room only for it to fall silent. The beasts lower jaw snared shut from the powerful uppercut from the suddenly appearing challenger, beyond his strike Levlidian had swept and burrowed his own home. Levlidian's fist burrowed into the chin beneath and with a cry of rage he vented the man backwards. His body turned solid as he'd soar upwards and pause in the sky even as the Saiyan lowered his fist to observe the power he'd wrought on the arrogance and self serving supremacy.
Settling his heels into the sand, the suited fighter unleashed a laugh; "Try harder!" he roared and drew down upon Lev'. This was getting interesting, side stepping the bull rush, the Saiyan sneered and leaped himself to oppose the man and drifted backwards to sweep his coiling his arms like serpents and preparing his Iron Stance, the bestial monster tormented the air with his Ki. The blood red nature of his lavished the ground like an inferno and he soon swept into action. predator on predator, now the warehouse was empty save for one such man in the rafters; one that Levlidian had overlooked caught in this fray. Levlidian vented ki into the sand courting it into a plume, he would leap upwards and descend upon the suited man who blocked his heel from the rotating kick. This was getting very interesting, a blur of power and depravity drawing back his hands, the back of his hand pressing to the flat of his open palm thus unleashing a torrent of deep, blue flames that bound over a pulsating red plasma; drawing said hand backwards whilst he held his shin to that forearm, Lev' would grin.
"Burning Howl!" he roared and threw his palms forward, cupping them from the beneath of each palm and unleashing a thick beam of molten red, lashing the ledges and deepening as it drew closer to the center; it reeked havoc on the air sparking electricity as though a vibrant serpent all of its own and it connected with the male with severe consequences. The smell of burning flesh filled the room and a powerful cry of pain coupled with the sound of eruptions as the attack threw Lev's opponent clear. The wall afar burst with rubble and thick plumes, he landed and crouched like a Wolf awaiting the return, lo and behold there he was- bare chested and heaving with irritation whilst blood ran the length of his skull; the Saiyan couldn't help but grin this was what he'd sought. The hardened battle of two Ki users and one who could take such an attack and still walk.
His eyes reduced to slits as he dove and swept aside each attempt, the opponent himself rose whilst a gaping wound spewed its lifes blood from his chest. Now he was angry and each dip and duck cost the Saiyan more energy, chased through the room and the girders with one ball of ki after another, he severed a steel structure, tall and in use as a less than needed support for the roof and with a swipe of his Ki-infused fist he delivered it unto the Humanoid like a spear with another strike. Another cry of pain filled the room but he'd simply struck the item down and careered again at Levlidian. He dove clear of another rush of his frame. He couldn't afford to let this animal ruin his high, this was what he'd looked for but was it truly against something evil? Something bad that required his savagery? He wasn't sure but by god this was fun. Rising, fingers flared with the effort of control, again the pair faced off and the once hesitant spine haired protagonist- was waiting no longer and he bound into the offensive with cry of excitement.
The breeze assaulted his dark, chocolate mane as he'd peer about the city in which he'd never visit, rain decorated Levlidian's dark, heavy boots and he drew back the length of his lips into a dilapidated sneer to the accursed, sodden feeling that travelled up the length of his shins due to it; damn car flushed that puddle on purpose. For once, he found himself sat upon a sodden bench within South City, questioning himself and his morals, fumbling over the negotiations he'd rehearsed a thousand times. Things were far easier back during the blackest nights of Vegeta, Konats, those long years he spent travelling the stars in search of Zeni and the closest thing he could find to a challenge. Here, before the god forsaken blue skies of Earth he fought with himself inwardly more often than he battled a physical opponent.
"Blasted- ugh," he growled, the guttural trail of a barrow toned irritation to which he'd become accustom to relinquishing, "I've spent the last month or two besting people, people starting out. where are the real challenges-," with a loud crack, the mind he fended flared up as he stared into the pearl of death and its crackling aura. Having dove into Tulips own fight of warring minds, he'd found himself once again looking inwardly towards his own, a fight that was ageless, like it had been all he'd known for the longest time. A war between this version of himself and the side that refused to relocate, the side that had been forged on Vegeta and that warrior held on for dear life.
"I lost my edge," he muttered, "Becoming a monster, that was never my real problem. So damn caught up trying to be what people thought I should, I ignored my own instincts," with a flare of his leg he kicked that of a trash can from it's poise aside him sending the deliverance of it's trajectory across the street. to which he resided. "I wasn't this- torn before, what changed?" he scowled and a sigh soon betrothed itself with the sir. Hanging his head the Saiyan would adverse to rise from his stance about that bench as his matted mane swept covering the useless, glassy eye he'd worn for the longest time now; a martyred half of a sense for his will to do good; he should have known doing good was never his forte,
"What's wrong with me?" he muttered and tilted his head upwards to the sky, how poetic thus he'd sneer with the thought of his WIfe's teasing- it wasn't anger but irritation and not for her; the knawing hunger to fight was a beast every Saiyan had to live with and he was no different, he hated it. "I fluctuate far too much, one moment I'm angry and malevolent the next I'm calm and benevolent, fuck sake Lev' get a damn grip. You're no better than you were a few months ago. Time with her, it relocated so many problems- but the real ones remain; I have to calm, to find my center and keep myself cool. I'll never reach beyond what I've achieved if I can't- just- find a way to relax without Durian and Takeshii around," Still the chills of the rain pierced him and he turned that obsidian sphere from the sky to the ground and then off into the shrubbery of the park he'd once visited a concert at; times long gone.
"I need to ground myself, I'll never be able to help Durian and Takeshii like this," An idea occurred to him and the young Saiyan paused, his head slowly turning to face the city to the foot of his mountain and then his eyes dove to peer at the ledge to which he always found himself. "A focus," he whispered with a slowly developing smile, "I just need a goal," taking off from his seat and taking flight; the beast loomed in upon the wall he'd been eyeing, a poster depicted clear as day for him and he'd tilt his head in part wondering on it; a fight pit. "Well that could certainly be interesting," he'd muse and flare the corners of his once depressed lips thus he would tear it down and adjust himself to wander the street; it wasn't far, seemingly Vi Poi's broadcast had ventured into the homes of the Humans, people were starting to prepare; made sense someone would try to cash in on it.
Flexing his fingers, stood at the entrance of the so called 'Theatre, a strange selection of Warehouses; "Figures," he'd sigh. Enabling himself to draw the power of his ki into the ridge of his finger tips and a long the width of his hand; at that moment he could feel the sohiver of delight that he was bred with, the calm rage and he basked in it. The control was returning and he could feel it flourishing as he tilted his arm back and twisted his spine to invoke a peer back into the street before he himself wandered for the roar of cheers not far from where he'd appointed himself. The roars swelled and coiled as he'd approach the entrance, flexing those limbs again he'd nod to either guard then approach a man before a simple table; granting him the knowledge of his name. Inside was a whole other ball park, men gathered in a rough, huddled circle and the tell tale ringing of fists bludgeoning flesh- excitement escaped his frame and the Siayan nigh on skipped to the front of the group.
Levlidian lowered his head, the coil of crimson serpents wept from his brow and he'd grit those teeth again, consciousness had returned and he scowled to how weak he was feeling. Knuckles folded, bones cracked beneath the tension and he could almost feel that weakness that came with his exhaustion. Why hadn't he turned and walked away, was this the cycle to which he was doomed to follow? Allured by those sounds as he'd pierced those bodies to find himself fronted with Zoanthropes, a pair, both feline and the way they moved- speed, accuracy, everything a fighter needed. Levlidian's mind began to wane again as he plunged into that memory with a palm nestled to the crown of his head, when had he taken up that towel to stem the bleeding? Such a foolish thought, clearly the concussion was sweeping it's amassed strengths to best him.
The cheers filled his mind, pushing him and drawing the Saiyan to step from the circle and into the ring against these two fighters, they were strong, he could tell from a mere glance of his singular eye. A ringing voice sounded and he'd find himself falling into position. Squatted and prepared, the youthful beast prepared his frame to attest towards the combat that followed. Cries rang again, jeers and leering souls that saw him as nothing more than a challenger prepared to meet his maker; how wrong they had been. The commentator called Levlidian's name but he could scarcely hear the joke that followed. In honesty neither could he care less, sand drifted beneath his boots as he burst from the footing he'd taken and into the fray these pair offered; here in this industrial edifice they'd chosen as their grave. Dipping beneath the first, their fist soaring past a shoulder space he once occupied. Curving the spine and rising he'd soon meet the second as he prepared to match his sibling, far too confident. A boom filled the room as Levlidian drove a fist hard into the Zoanthropes amber jaw sending it to the floor.
Not long after his defeat in the North, Levlidian had up taken a small round trip of its remnants, travelling from building to building in order to correspond with the rights of aid. The humans suffered there, with the hands that wrought so much destruction on Vegeta, Levlidian build wooden shacks and spoke with the inhabitants. One of these such souls was a Builder called Marco, his child had died in the Demons attack and he'd returned to try and aid those who were not as unfortunate. Those days were done for him, the second Zoanthrope adverse in their approach returned on the Saiyan's back only to be met with a swift returning elbow, pivoting it's head was soon taken, dark fur folded in Lev's grasp as he'd jut his hip and toss the sibling upon the other rendering both prone; there he fell again awaiting them to come at him.
Over a meal, he and the ladies had conversed and joked of doubling up to fight their Saiyan, he'd sat with amusement on his face but the truth was- he had hoped they might attempt it. A roaring fire from his abode they had enjoyed whilst he sat wondering over combat, they'd spent days establishing a friendship, he and Kesh', the trio conversed and discussed the rudimentary understanding of each others cultures. Awkwardness had spilled and retracted time and again but even as the female of these felines drifted into the fight again. Lev' was thrown from his memory within a memory. The exchange was brief, flaring limbs and wella djusted postures saw the chaotic way his formality fought make quick work of the pair again. A heel to the hip of one and the same boot snapping in reverse to bludgeon the abdomen of the other; leaping up and thundering the hook of the opposite boot home into the crook of the males neck soon saw his body used like a blunt tool; felling both brother and sister once again.
The struggle they felt, the need to rise against this challenge, Lev' had seen it a thousand times in others, within himself but it was not the kind man that stood before them; it was a Vegetan Saiyan. Motioning them to advance and so they did, fists flew but ultimately he felled them again with little more than a handful of well plaed punches; they weren't getting up again. Perhaps Marco had been wrong? It was in the North he finally spoke aloud about his troubled past, the old man listened well and sipped his tea whilst Levlidian battled inner demons to contribute the entirety of his issues to the poor human. Such a troubling past indeed and meek goals, Marco had been the first to see Levlidian's ultimate flaw; he was simply trying to fit in; not anymore.
The suggestion was that the defence of Earth was a bid to encompass himself into somewhere he felt he belonged, Lev' stubbornly argued against it but held the words close; was this the case as to why he always felt so lost even in his adoptive home planet? It was well into the early morning when the two friends parted ways both more so knowledgeable and wise than they had been in the beginning thus Lev' returned to the wilds. had it been such a give away to be seen as Marco had seen, a youth struggling with the ability to fit in amongst his peers and clutched to what ever friends he might acquire? Only too true. However things had altered in the time he'd spent ascending, Durian had shown him that he hadn't the need to fit in on the planet. Takeshii had revealed to him that though some things changed, others remained for it was better that way. Standing victorious against the twins, Lev' rose his own fist with instilled bravado and awaited the next challenger; this was to be the beginning of a new outlook and to celebrate- a fight was required.
Coming to again, and fighting to stand this time, a palm wrapped about the bath, stone bled with the blood born of the wounds he wore on his knuckles this the young Saiyan would rise, quivering limbs graced the stone, worn with usage even though he'd flown ad he fought to find himself to the door frame. Taking hold of it, fingers binding across the wood as he would fght his way forwards only to descend to his rear as he could feel that swimming likeness of the darker hues encompass his eyes once more and swallow his thoughts. This was getting ridiculous- he needed help. Though as he fell upon the flat of the spine in which erected him, it was too late to conceive of anything more before the memory returned.
The next soul to step into the ring knew nothing of subtle speed and quick power jabs, the man stood triumphant, powerful and ever the mountain he could ever boast to be saw the young Sayain turn with victory on his mind. Flexing his frame, Levlidian soon fell into his combat stance and thus exposed the flat of his palm to the male and lowered into a horse stance. They engaged relatively quickly, the crowd called for it and this figure tossed his weight into the fray they shared with vigour and lacking of praise. It wasn't hard for the opponent, a venerable fighter in his own right and yet Lev' was indeed holding back. Fist after fist swept on him, diverting each strike with firm forearms and folding fingers; this wasn't even a challenge and the frustration built even after Lev' swept in quickly on an opening and vented his palm hard against the vast diaphragm with a vicious boom that sent his opponent soaring for the crowd and flattened the vast majority.
"Was that it?," he mused, adjusting the length of his jaw and huffing, in retrospect he should have expected this. Turning on his heel and striding for the center of the ring he'd begin to pace them, the length of his forearm acting as balance for his entire bastion to which altered the shape and position very carefully. It had occurred to him that this alone wouldn't be enough to derive his hunger from the pit of his gut. To train in the mountains alone had never met much of a challenge for him. The weights themselves had done him a solid amount of benefit; he paused as his thumb settled about the corner of his maw swiping clear the saliva that had built up; not till it was too late did he notice that the scene had taken a turn.
Inside his own mind, he remembered the fight between himself and Durian, the session of training in which he'd deployed what he knew on energy, the memory stretched further back and he suddenly stood then strode to stare solely at this suddenly apparent camera above him. Of course, They were recording the whole thing, wasn't this simply how it went in the form of entertainment, a scream of fury soon had Lev' return to the scene of the bout and a ringing filled his ears following a blanket of pain. Peering through the veil of white noise and a stagger up taken, the young Saiyan knelt and grasped his skull peering at the palm that removed itself to spy a thick smattering of crimson, he'd been struck? That single eye locked about the figure who'd done so and it seemed a group had gathered about the larger male. Damnit, here he was making friends as ever. Rising to the hem of his heel and noting the group encircling them had begun to whisper, this man holding the wrench breathed, no, he seethed and vented growls with each but he was much smaller than the first. "Think you can ruin my boy like that!" he roared and launched for Levlidian again.
Excitement flooded through him again and with a joyous avert of his heel, the beast turned back to the stance of combat and without even a thought, struck the figure hard in the head sending him careering backwards and into the crowd. It was of his own volition that the now unconscious male had attacked but seemingly even self defense served as a prison warden this day. The rest of the group, five, perhaps six eloped and dove for their target and Levlidian could only sigh for the attempts. The blows felt as if they moved in slow motion, dipping, swerving and ducking between them it would be a somersault that saw our protagonist free of the onslaught and he'd land behind them. Delivering sudden flurries it would seem that the combat would be very short lived. Two to the kidneys, vastly superior strikes of the knuckles found two of them and bounding upwards he'd hook a heel about the first sending him into the second and ridding the scene of them for a while. catching the next challengers front kick, stepping across and over the limb only to leap and deliver a side swipe of two heels to the head of another- Lev would roll free as he'd land about the opposite hip and crouch like a predator awaiting what came next.
Behind him came the fourth, throwing his fist downwards and upon Levlidian who turned and rose from his poise, both arms crossed before him; catching the blow. So irritating, removing a fist he'd strike his abdomen forcing him to fold, several blows came again to either side of the targets head and Lev delivered a savage knee to thigh. Sweeping to the side he leapt and drew both legs at full extension like a pair of scissors, the blow came with a savage crack and the defender was sent into a rotation like barrel. Pushing himself up from the placement of a press up, Lev' peered down at the fourth attacker and scoffed. This wasn't anything but the fifth hadn't been one too smart to begin with and found his blind sighted strike caught whilst his target observed the fallen comrade, fingers folded around his fist and Levlidian turned his head to locked a glassy eye upon him,.
A deep roar filled the room and Lev's obsidian eye was drawn away all of a sudden, to the right of him the crowd shifted to the thunderous betrayal of anotherr. Levlidian had grown used to the sing song sound of monsters this in the North. A growl forged within his gut and peeled from between his ivory canines as he'd rise onto the heel of his heavy boots. Even as he worked, the weighted boots, gloves and sash remained. About the length of his hulking figure erupted the power of his persona. Blood red Ki, fluctuating like a living blaze and he fixated that virtuous glare unto the fighting tyrant peeling itself free of the bodies, about him flurried a white lick aura, flames dancing and suddenly the fifth and sixth had begun gathering their allies to flee.
"No," Levlidian warned him but of course, the man wasn't listening, rage was palpable, it seemed that someones buttons had been pushed and this figure- he was far stronger than the others.The great, mountainous beast reared his fist back, the fabric of his suit strained to the betrayal of muscles; it still wouldn't be enough. The attack came and a thunderous boom filled the steadily emptying room only for it to fall silent. The beasts lower jaw snared shut from the powerful uppercut from the suddenly appearing challenger, beyond his strike Levlidian had swept and burrowed his own home. Levlidian's fist burrowed into the chin beneath and with a cry of rage he vented the man backwards. His body turned solid as he'd soar upwards and pause in the sky even as the Saiyan lowered his fist to observe the power he'd wrought on the arrogance and self serving supremacy.
Settling his heels into the sand, the suited fighter unleashed a laugh; "Try harder!" he roared and drew down upon Lev'. This was getting interesting, side stepping the bull rush, the Saiyan sneered and leaped himself to oppose the man and drifted backwards to sweep his coiling his arms like serpents and preparing his Iron Stance, the bestial monster tormented the air with his Ki. The blood red nature of his lavished the ground like an inferno and he soon swept into action. predator on predator, now the warehouse was empty save for one such man in the rafters; one that Levlidian had overlooked caught in this fray. Levlidian vented ki into the sand courting it into a plume, he would leap upwards and descend upon the suited man who blocked his heel from the rotating kick. This was getting very interesting, a blur of power and depravity drawing back his hands, the back of his hand pressing to the flat of his open palm thus unleashing a torrent of deep, blue flames that bound over a pulsating red plasma; drawing said hand backwards whilst he held his shin to that forearm, Lev' would grin.
"Burning Howl!" he roared and threw his palms forward, cupping them from the beneath of each palm and unleashing a thick beam of molten red, lashing the ledges and deepening as it drew closer to the center; it reeked havoc on the air sparking electricity as though a vibrant serpent all of its own and it connected with the male with severe consequences. The smell of burning flesh filled the room and a powerful cry of pain coupled with the sound of eruptions as the attack threw Lev's opponent clear. The wall afar burst with rubble and thick plumes, he landed and crouched like a Wolf awaiting the return, lo and behold there he was- bare chested and heaving with irritation whilst blood ran the length of his skull; the Saiyan couldn't help but grin this was what he'd sought. The hardened battle of two Ki users and one who could take such an attack and still walk.
His eyes reduced to slits as he dove and swept aside each attempt, the opponent himself rose whilst a gaping wound spewed its lifes blood from his chest. Now he was angry and each dip and duck cost the Saiyan more energy, chased through the room and the girders with one ball of ki after another, he severed a steel structure, tall and in use as a less than needed support for the roof and with a swipe of his Ki-infused fist he delivered it unto the Humanoid like a spear with another strike. Another cry of pain filled the room but he'd simply struck the item down and careered again at Levlidian. He dove clear of another rush of his frame. He couldn't afford to let this animal ruin his high, this was what he'd looked for but was it truly against something evil? Something bad that required his savagery? He wasn't sure but by god this was fun. Rising, fingers flared with the effort of control, again the pair faced off and the once hesitant spine haired protagonist- was waiting no longer and he bound into the offensive with cry of excitement.