Naroka
Rising Soul
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Post by Naroka on Feb 19, 2015 2:13:13 GMT
The dark and booming noise of the Namek's flying form bursted out. His speed matched by many as well few, and his mind deep in thought. The location where he had been, Jingle Village- Or at least, what used to be, was decimated and turned to a gigantic tree. However that may have frustrated him, it was something else that frustrated him more so. It was how during the fight, where his life was nearly lost and crushed by the burning rays of the Bio-Droid's signature technique. How his own technique was little to nothing and he was aided by another Bio-Android and even an Oozaru. Two of which he hadn't a clue of whom they actually were! Yet, the one man he had known- Athren, didn't even bother to try and use a chi blast of his own. No, instead he simply dodged his own strike and just fell into a petty daydream. Some friend. Two warriors he hadn't even known had the guts, the honor and the integrity to aid a warrior neither of them knew. Yet the one who was most close to the Namek refused to budge and simply watched his supposed allies destruction. It was simply disappointing and gave quite the impression on the Saiyajin's character. With these thoughts in Naroka's head, he had begun his flight out of the scenery. Darting to a land he felt sacred: The Lookout, where he had expected God to be.
The Namek's toxic purple aura bursting off his shoulders and crackling like a flame, as he had made way. His clothing had been somewhat in tact, thought he still felt as though he had become rather worn during his endeavor in battle. His time to actually srrive at Scargot's Lookout relatively short, allowing him a gentle landing, his boots causing two 'ti-tok!'. Though, Naroka wasting little time to venture inside the temple resting along the tiles and sitting down in a room he had felt was serene. Silence had over taken this room and it was utter bliss, somewhere he could truly venture into the depths of his brain and seek guidance from his father of past. However, the meditation he had underwent was far more violent and spiteful, the feelings he had begun to harbor for his ally had shifted from joy and trust, into wraith and distrust. The Namek immediately crossing his legs as he put each of his fingers together, joining their tips and closing his eyes. He felt as though it would mellow him some.
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Naroka
Rising Soul
Official Warrior Caste Master; PL: 55,459; Guardian Namek(x7): 388,213; Items:One-Use SpacePod, Heavy Weights 13864.25 | 97053.25, Level 1 Ship with Level 1 Gravity chamber; Zeni: 386
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Post by Naroka on Feb 22, 2015 1:05:09 GMT
[Thread on hold until further notice.]
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2015 21:36:25 GMT
( when can we start this?)
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Naroka
Rising Soul
Official Warrior Caste Master; PL: 55,459; Guardian Namek(x7): 388,213; Items:One-Use SpacePod, Heavy Weights 13864.25 | 97053.25, Level 1 Ship with Level 1 Gravity chamber; Zeni: 386
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Post by Naroka on Feb 23, 2015 22:33:13 GMT
[Now!]
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2015 22:36:19 GMT
( Love you. <3)
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2015 22:51:55 GMT
The hell had just happened?! Why the hell did he lose his focus?! What the hell was going on!? These were all the things running through the young saiyans mind. Honestly, did his friend just completely ignore the fact that he showed up to save his life?! Sure, he made an error but damn. Not even the slightest sign of gratitude. It drove Athren mad. How ungrateful was the damn Namek?
Flying through the sky at VERY high speed Athren had caught the lookout in his line of sight. This topic was something that needed to be dealt with and instantly.
Letting his two feet touch the ground Athren stared at his green friend. His fists clenched tightly with his eyes having a fire burning inside of them. He wasn’t just annoyed. He was frustrated. With the Namekian and himself. He couldn’t even begin to put together what the hell had just happened. Regardless, this stone was going to be flipped over in a minute or two.
Speaking up, Athren’s voice was stern and loud. He needed to be heard. It would be quite obvious to the Namekian how Athren’s mood was as well. “Namek!” Athren said as he slowly walked over towards Ukare to close the distance between them. “You want to explain to me what the fuck just happened? You forget that I showed up to HELP you out? Or are you just ungrateful!? Huh?!” In all honesty, Athren was kind of upset over the situation, not just with Ukare’s gaze of disappointment but with his own pathetic and weak actions. He froze up, he couldn’t do anything to help with the train of thought that blasted through his mind.
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Naroka
Rising Soul
Official Warrior Caste Master; PL: 55,459; Guardian Namek(x7): 388,213; Items:One-Use SpacePod, Heavy Weights 13864.25 | 97053.25, Level 1 Ship with Level 1 Gravity chamber; Zeni: 386
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Post by Naroka on Feb 23, 2015 23:18:19 GMT
"Namek!"
That wretched disgrace of a warrior had the nerve to call him by his race name. Not even the title of Ukare or even his adopted Naroka. Nigh, instead he chose to keep up his faux attitude of strength and toughness despite the events in which unfolded in the battle field in past moments. He cared not, not a smidgen even, for the Saiyajin whom had stood before him. The female version of his caste had done a far superior job of saving his very essence of life. She had acted instead if avoiding an attack and ultimately going into a state of utter confusion. Yet, to the one named Athren, it was the Namek whom was out of line. Pitiful, truly. To a man whom was respected by the Namek, his reputation had fallen to shambles. A warrior, he claimed himself. Yet, a cowardly display was shown to him at a time of desperation.
"...?" Naroka had responded. A low grunt accompanied by the same disapproving glare he issued during the battle in Jingle.
There was a feeling. Something began bubbling in the Namek's depths and intestine. The acid that broke his unrequired foods had begun bubbling and boiling, the way his blood began to. Perhaps it was simply how righteous the Saiyajin who stood before him was. How it was thought by the man that it was Naroka's fault for not acknowledging the Saiyajin and giving endless thanks with an accompanying kiss upon the boot. It infuriated the Namek. He wasn't one for taunting or anything such unless he was against a seasoned veteran or a ally. But this man, he was no longer such. Instead, he was a powerful man whom had receded back into the darkness. While the Namek had wanted to simply deck Athren in the mouth to stop his incessant rant and babble, he had decided a less offensive and physical route would serve well. His hands rising to his chest as he twist his form around, facing the armored Saiyajin. Shifting through various hand signs, he had finally joined his fingertips together and pinkies together, thumbs tucked into the palm and in the shape of a perfect diamond. The surge of ki erupting in said rhombus form, a defensive variant of the common Kiai technique.
Hoping to shove Athren back, even if it was but a measly push.
[Kiai [N1] Learned.]
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2015 1:20:47 GMT
The namekian’s verbal response was little. Just another look of disappointment. The hell was up with this guy!? If he had said something MAYBE they would’ve gotten somewhere. It didn’t take long before Ukare had made his point. A cold stare followed by an attack!?
With the release of the attack coming in fast Athren didn’t have ANY time to react, especially considering that he wasn’t expecting that kind of reaction from the namek. It collided with his body and sent his white saiyan style boots sliding across the hard tiled floor of the lookout though that wasn’t it Athren would’ve suffered an even bigger blow to his pride. With the force he couldn’t help but fall over and land on his ass.
~ Did he really just..?~ He thought to himself as he glared at the warrior who opposed him. The line was now drawn and Athren wasn’t going to back down. Ukare may have beat him twice in a spar but this wasn’t no simple spar. This was going to be a match to prove something and Athren was going to damn well make his point.
Getting up Athren stared down his old friend turned foe. There was definitely going to be no talking their way out of this one. “Alright Namek. If that’s how you want to play it, I’ll show you why the saiyan’s are a true warrior race.” With this being said Athren took his fighting stance. His face calm, his body firm and sturdy, his posture.. flawless. This was going to be amusing.
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Naroka
Rising Soul
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Post by Naroka on Feb 24, 2015 1:39:07 GMT
"..." Still, the Namek remained silent. His hands dropped to his sides as he look upon his action. His ally turned opponent had dropped to his rear end and his boots had been sent tumbling backward. Even with his offensive behavior, he refused to utter a single word against the man. Finding him unworthy of even the slightest of quips. Instead, he'd be given a cold glare and a boiling fight for life. The outcome of this fight would prove something, if not a variety of different things. Otherwise, this scuffle was between a disappointed Warrior Caste and an enraged Savage of Battle. Naroka frowned, the corners of his mouth stretched and his infuriated demeanor shown. Could this have been avoided? No. Two men, both with their levels of excitement to such a point? It would have been inevitable. "..Feh. Enough small talk."Without hesitation nor fear, the Namek accepted his enemies' style and that the fight was sealed. There was no backing out of this under any circumstances whatsoever. The sentence and sound Naroka blessed Athren with would be the last he'd hear out of him that weren't hostile nor involuntarily. His arms had flung to his sides as he make his dash, causing a familiar "V" style of running many had used before him. His body being tucked in, legs pushed in and arms wrapped around his shins as he somersault for Athren, the entire sequence quick and his body unfurling to allow his right arm out. Utilizing his genetics, as well his Mystic Arm style of attacking, the entire limb being stretched past normal lengths to sweep along the tiled ground of the Lookout. As he would attempt at tripping the foe, Naroka fell to his feet and tried a series of short moves. Holding his left arm into his ribcage and flicking his right out. First for Athren's midsection, then his pecs and then deciding to fully reel his arm back and unleash a terrifying slam against the floor. His entire strategy easily moved around, as the Mystic Arm technique his people had was only capable of moving in one direction when jabbed.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2015 2:07:49 GMT
As of right now, It was obvious that Athren had the upper hand in strength and speed. The Namek was under HALF of his power level. It wasn't until he transformed that he was going to be a MASSIVE threat. Though Athren knew better than to underestimate this foe. He was smart. Smart enough to use tactics that would most likely confused the young saiyan fighter. He'd have to stay sharp and be completely focused to stay safe.
Finally, It was action time. Though Athren wasn't exactly excited about this one. He wasn't impressed with how his friend had acted. Sure, Athren had messed up but really?? For the situation as a whole to escalate to this? Especially this quickly?! The feelings inside of the young saiyan were bouncing all over. He wasn't impressed with his own actions either. He wasn't happy that in the moment of truth he was too focused on people who weren't even their. People who had seemed to really take him for granted. He was a saiyan. Not some toy, not something to be thrown away after a few short months. He was a warrior. HE WAS. He wouldn't let ANYBODY bring him down. He would fall NO MORE.
Watching the Namek approach with some fancy acrobatics was quite amusing but wasn't anything more than an energy wasting show. Especially with the attacks he had decided to launch afterwards. Launching his stretchy arm out. That was normal though. Athren couldn't remember a spar when Ukare didn't use this. It was similar to Athren's own After-image. That would've been a hard trick to pull off against this fighter. Especially since they knew each other quite well.
With the first attack being a sweep, Athren simply leaped up and over it. If he could he would've brought his right foot back down HARD on the extended arm. Though he would've have stayed stepped on it. It was in that moment when he dashed forward. Letting his ki take over and let him flow flawlessly over the tiles of the lookout. As he approached his opponent his hair was blowing roughly in the wind. His eyes locked on his target and observing his motions. The first direct launch was actually quite easy to avoid. He simply brought his right arm up and guided the arm to his side. Of course it wasn't over yet. The Namek had withdrawn his arm just for an attempt at another strike. Again, Athren wouldn't let it hit him. He twirled up and over that attack and kept his pace for the namekian's close quarter.
Last but not least, the Namekian had brought his arm down to slam Athren into the ground. Though, Unfortunately for him. It was much too slow for the saiyan to be hit by.
Finally, Athren had reached his opponents close range. It was time for Athren to unleash a combo of his own. Of course he could only hope it would've done more damage than Ukare's failed attempt. To begin, Athren launched his right fist swiftly through the air towards Ukare's jaw. Next up was a left kick aimed towards Ukare's upper right outer thigh. If he could collided his foot to his target. He could only hope to charlie horse his opponent and make it temporarily more difficult for the Namekian fighter. After these two, Athren would have brought his right foot up and around for the side of Ukare's stomach and swiftly finished by bringing that foot even higher to Ukare's head.
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Naroka
Rising Soul
Official Warrior Caste Master; PL: 55,459; Guardian Namek(x7): 388,213; Items:One-Use SpacePod, Heavy Weights 13864.25 | 97053.25, Level 1 Ship with Level 1 Gravity chamber; Zeni: 386
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Post by Naroka on Feb 24, 2015 3:35:16 GMT
The Saiyajin was far too quick for him. Ukare knew this quite well, yet he still challenged him. Being under his opponent in strength, more than half, was something that would have deterred his victory. Indeed, the fact that he was weak compared to Athren meant his demise and end if he didn't access his more powerful form. However, his mindset: One that he believed meant he could be stronger, kept him from even thinking about transforming. If someone he was fighting was stronger, he'd take the challenge. If it was someone really kicking his ass to Hell and back, he'd transform. In this case, it was the first circumstance. Athren had an advantage over him, his speed and skill far surpassed the Namek's. It was upsetting, at first, but Naroka had grunted a slight chuckle. Despite his boiling blood and anger towards the man he once called a friend, he was still an extraordinary fighter. But the mentality that this very fight, this one that would be a one on one, could end one of the two men's lives kept him from lightening his demeanor and going to the persona he assumed on Namek. Instead, he was to keep the stone cold wall of muscle he was.
Naroka had flinched, clenching his teeth and brung his arm back, the damned foe stomping on his limb without any mercy. It didn't stop him from the basic set of jabs, but neither did Athren's movement. Instead if being struck, his speed allowed quick dodges and lithe movements. From twirling and rolling out of harms way, and closing the set gap between he and his foe. It still impressed him, though, that when it wasn't a friendly duel, this Saiyajin had more power and skill than any other man he encountered before. Even the Toma fellow he met on the Lookout didn't match to this man's powers. This closed space had proved lethal to the Namek; for the combination of forceful blows he'd receive would dizzy and cripple him momentarily.
The blow to his jaw had forced the cheek to smoosh against his lips, giving him a comical yet pained expression. The place in which Athren's knuckles pounded against had bruised a toxic purple color, the other spots in which the Namekian was hit doing the same. His outer thigh being kicked with a terrific power and forcing the Namek to ignore his pained face and attend his leg, for he staggered down. His right knee against the tiled ground his left leg being bent the wrong way, his rough hand rubbing the spot as he groan. However, the assault hadn't ended. Athren had finished the alien off with a ferocious kick to the chin, sending the green being flying backward, his body tumbling back and spiraling as if he was a pebble being flung along a river. Naroka catching himself upon recover, converting his fumble into a full back flip and spring handstand.
Returning to his feet, Ukare had brushed his arms and legs off. Issuing a sort of taunt, though not attempting to be offensive. He felt as though his dirtied gi would be a sign of weakness. That he could easily be toyed with and flung around as if he were a child's play thing. Grabbing his jawline and the base of his neck, Ukare cracked his neck with a juicy krrik! sound. Wasting not a sliver of time to rush forward once more, his feet quick and causing light tik! sound effects as he dart from side to side; zig-zagging, almost. Hoping to near his foe and stop almost immediately. Standing upright and flicking his hand forward to grasp onto Athren's wrist as well! Had he been successful, he'd give a low chuckle before aiming a terrible gut shot against the Saiyajin and then follow through by tossing him to the skies above, ending the assault with a powered energy beam from the palm. Otherwise, his attempt would be in vain and he'd be in close proximity to be punished.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2015 4:00:54 GMT
Having his combo collide with the Namek had gave Athren a sense of satisfaction. It was surely only a matter of time until the Namekian had unleashed his transformed state. Watching him tumble and twirl back made the young saiyan fighter smirk devilishly. Viewing the damaged Namekian flesh also added to the effects of the success he had achieved. At this rate, the Namekian wouldn’t last long. “I’ve improved tenfold since our first little spar months ago. Yet you haven’t improved much, now have you?” Of course this wasn’t the wisest of things to say. Especially in the middle of the fight. What made it even worse was Athren’s mindset running away from him. Back to that moment where he felt weak and helpless. Where everything had frozen around him and he had the opportunity to help, yes he couldn’t. He was just as froze as the events that had played out in front of him. All because of some girl who didn’t even toss him a bone. No signs of affection. Nothing. She never even made an EFFORT to see him. As far as he recalled anyway. Who the hell needed her?! Or the namek!? Upon thinking this, Athren’s emotions began to go from lost and confused, to anger and rage. He was a saiyan. The strongest fighters survive while the weak perish. They were weak! He wasn’t. He was the best! “Only the strong shall survive. Unfortunately for you…” He didn’t get anything else out. During his thinking he had lost his focus on his enemy, letting him approaching swiftly to grip his wrist and deliver a solid blow to Athren’s stomach. Hunching over the young saiyan coughed up blood that rushed to the solid tiled floor that they stood upon only to splatter in a small puddle of red ooze.
Before he knew it, he found himself twirling up into the sky. Luckily for him that hit he received brought him back into reality. He used his ki to catch himself in the air. Just in the nick of time too. Seeing the beam of the attacker rapidly approach Athren brought his right hand back and slapped it out of the way and into the distant skies that laid to his left to insure that the beam would cause zero damage to his saiyan figure.
It was now time to get back onto the offensive side of things. Quickly Athren rushed back down towards Ukare. His right fist cocked back and ready to be launched. Once distance was appropriate he launched it towards the face of his opponent. Immediately after that, He’d launch his left. His mark the same place. The face of the green fighter.
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Naroka
Rising Soul
Official Warrior Caste Master; PL: 55,459; Guardian Namek(x7): 388,213; Items:One-Use SpacePod, Heavy Weights 13864.25 | 97053.25, Level 1 Ship with Level 1 Gravity chamber; Zeni: 386
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Post by Naroka on Feb 24, 2015 4:27:22 GMT
"I'd care, in another time. For now, I care naught! You aren't strong- You're weak! You freeze in the heat of battle and taunt, yet you believe yourself powerful! Your muscle is incredible and abundant but you lack a mind! Athren! You are weak!!" Naroka had roared, seeing as his enemy had denied his beam. His taunt of how his strength had increased ten fold and how the strongest survive would be tossed out the window quickly. The Namekian had hated taunts without a single shred of lie. It set him off quite terribly. His eyes had narrowed as Athren realized where he was once again, the emotions stirring in his heart evident from how quickly he had become angered. Going as far as to recover in the air and return to the battle field that Kami called home. Good thing Scargot wasn't home today.. Ukare had been struck. Twice. Both of Athren's punches decking their target in his face, causing his nose to be pushed in but the cartilage had reconstructed quickly, albeit the purple essence of life that pumped from his heart had dribbled from his nostrils and down the side of his mouth and chin. He had thrown himself, truthfully, as he was over exaggerating the force taken. Purposely rolling along the ground to the Lookout's edge. His speed enough to make the tumble fast enough so he wouldn't look drop dead ridiculous rolling along the marble white floors. Hurricaning himself onto his feet, Ukare had sighed out heavily. His arms by his side as his body began to tremble and shake. Three copies of himself being torn apiece and transformed into their own separate beings alike. His strength distributed evenly among his forms. Strong together, weak alone but a powerful strategy all together. All four Namek's keeping their eyes on Athren before falling backward off the Lookout's edge. Each flying in different locations, circling the bottom of the construct. Naroka devising a plan as he circle in conjunction with his other clones. Popping an idea and directing his others to dash from the north, west and east of the Lookout. Aiming to surround Athren where he had been standing! Naroka remaining on the southern piece, rising up. All four Nameks surrounding the battlefield, yet trying their absolute hardest to keep destruction to its minimum. Fight or not, this was a sacred ground that housed another Namekian. Nodding all at once, Ukare had dashed down with his clones toward Athren. His purple aura bursting from him as it did during intensive fights, though halting as he put his motions to rest abruptly. The four Naroka's had began a series of attacks. All going for the signature Mystic Arm, flicking their left and right arms alike against the Saiyajin. One for his upper body; his head and neck, one to his chest and stomach, one to his lower torso and legs while Naroka himself had swept Athren's feet- or at least, tried to. Had his strategy of quadrupling his battle power come to be done, he and his clones would begin mercilessly curb stomping and wailing on their foe. Had it failed, Athren would have to fight four Namek's at once. Though, at an extremely reduced power level each. [Multi-Form <SU> used.
Naroka - 10,809 Clone 1 - 10,809 Clone 2 - 10,809 Clone 3 - 10,809]
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2015 4:54:23 GMT
Athren stared Ukare down. Listening to the words of the opposing fighter as he spoke them. He was challenging Athren’s might?! It was a FACT. Athren was stronger, he was going to be the victor. The survivor. The one to emerge the best. Though that had been at the home of the Kami of the Earth. Athren didn’t pay no attention to that fact. It didn’t matter where it was, the fight would continue until the end, no matter what the costs. Though, Athren wasn’t out to kill the namekian. Not yet. He was just going to down that bastard and show him who’s the boss. “Weak!? You think.. I’m WEAK!?” He yelled out. The Namek’s comments fueling the fire of rage that laid inside Athren. At this point, Athren was a closed bottle ready to explode. Emotion’s continued to pile up and he continued to try and store them inside. Of course this could only last for so long before he completely popped.
Athren blasted off in pursuit of his tumbling foe until he got to his feet. What happened next no sane fighter could have expected. He had made three copies of himself. Leaving Athren to deal with FOUR namek’s to fight with. He had NEVER seen anything like that before. It was quite an impressive trick but he’d need to come up with a LOT better than that for him to beat Athren. Though Athren was almost positive that there was something more. It didn’t take long for his thoughts to be confirmed. As the Namek’s scattered in different directions. Strategically Athren relocated to the center of the lookout. The position where he’d have the best view of his surroundings. Being curious, he sensed the ki around him. Each of them were MUCH weaker than Ukare was in a single form though he wasn’t going to let that rule this technique as useless. He didn’t know what it was capable of. It was time to stay sharp.
It was then that they all came in from different locations. At first they all had launched their stretchy arms. Damn, that was over played but effective. There was too many for Athren to dodge. The first one he narrowly avoided by turning his body but the rest?! Naw. They collided hard with Athren’s body. Bruising it up lightly until… A beautifully executed foot sweep took him off his feet and sent his torso falling towards the tile.
With his eyes opened, he could see them begin to rush in. He had to act FAST.. and he knew exactly how he was going to do it. The Namekian may have been smart but so was Athren. As he fell, Athren extended his right hand and planted it open handed against the ground. Executing a backflip. Using sense, he kept track of how close they had come.
It was then when he’d strike. At the last possible second before contact he’d leave an after-image behind and fade from sight.
Though.. They wouldn’t get off that easily. Now that they were hopefully grouped nice and tight Athren brought his right hand up with his open hand facing the group of four. His left hand wrapped around his right wrist tightly as a Orange Ball with a red tint began to form at his palm. As quickly as he could he fired it towards the group and unleashed a beam in the form of his Nova Cannon. “EAT THIS YOU BASTARD!” Hopefully that would deal with MOST of the Nameks. If it didn’t, He’d have no choice but to beat them down the good old fashion way. Which of course was in fact the saiyan’s favourite method of fighting.
As the beam progressed towards the Namek’s Athren watched and hoped. He was sure it would’ve had the power to cut at least three of them down and if all four were in a row leave the last one to receive some HEFTY damage. Hopefully this would play out.
Nova Cannon Fired: 33% = 36,555PL heading towards group of four.
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Naroka
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Official Warrior Caste Master; PL: 55,459; Guardian Namek(x7): 388,213; Items:One-Use SpacePod, Heavy Weights 13864.25 | 97053.25, Level 1 Ship with Level 1 Gravity chamber; Zeni: 386
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Post by Naroka on Feb 24, 2015 20:25:16 GMT
"Think you can run?!"[/color] Naroka had croaked, his clones booming the same voice alike in a strangely intimidating manner. One would think it could be the double of how many there was of the Namek as a whole. Otherwise, it was just the way the simultaneous roar of his deep voice shook weaklings and poor fighters alike. As he and his forms work in unison, he had bore his pearly whites, the canines that protrude from the sides of his mouth peeking from their hiding state. The hard thump of Athren being swept linking him into the ruthless beat down. All four Namekians rushing down and smashing their knuckles against his chest. However, two clones had stood up and simply kicked the Saiyajin, stomping on him and delivering swift punts to his legs and ribs. However, their target had fled with an apparent ease! Athren hopping from harms way and immediately using his Nova Cannon technique against his Multi-Form. Such a tech proving useful, as in the excitement of battle, Naroka had inadvertently darted to continue with his forms close behind, but the orange and crimson consuming his entire form as well those behind, forcing their essence into his own and revitalizing his strength to its one hundred percent. Sent back into the Lookout, he had crashed into the tiles once again. Though, with much more force than the last few tumbles he had been forced into. Notably, several squares and rows had been forced up and sent flying about, causing the brown primer and cement used to keep it in construct to show itself. And to think: This was the literal home of God himself! Ukare had gotten up, relatively quick, and sighed a heavy breath from his nostrils. Even if he was fighting a man he'd prove was weak, he'd still need to try and match against him..somehow. Not only this, but Athren did deserve to fight Naroka at his highest potential, did he not? His feet had shuffled apart, knees bending and his arms raised above his face. Back arched forwards, Naroka's forearms had served as a guarding unit. The alien's lips parting and his mouth stretching open, his blue tongue and purple insides shown had one actually looked in depth. His aura bursting off his shoulders, several veins popping on his skull, biceps and other locations. His power level rising dramatically, his voice had caused all to shake alone. At his peak, Ukare had snapped up to his full height, an added foot to it. [Great Namek activated.] "You lithe runt..!" The Namek roared, whipping his hands apart and allowing his ki to manifest itself. Spheres conjured into his palms, causing his fingers to tremble and be pushed into a straight form. Wasting not a second of time, he had tossed the spheres out; a number of more being swiped out as if he was a automatic cannon. Though stopping, his arms had gone to blurs for the duration that he did throw out the spheres. A large number of balls circling the heavens above, locked onto Athren. Naroka giving a slight smirk, his right hand near his face and his left hand slapped against to grasp his right bicep. Closing his open fingers into a fist and forcing the spheres onto their target. [Hellzone Grenade [MP3] activated!]
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