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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Oct 9, 2015 14:50:14 GMT
(Thread PL: 74,103. Heavy weights on. Weighted PL: 18,525.) ( Natto) Raisu flew without aim. The Southern Islands were lovely for that, they truly were. Each glance looked like it belonged in a magazine or something. Raisu didn’t think such beauty could really exist outside an idealized painting or a camera’s lens. But, thankfully, he’d been proven wrong in that regard. It was quite nice being wrong. Raisu called the Southern Islands, home. Or at least the South Capital. Even if South Capitol itself had been a bit shady and seedy, there was still a beauty to it. Maybe it was just nostalgia for his childhood, but he really did feel that way. But perhaps it was not beautiful any longer. The Saiyan invasion had seen to that. It was like coming across a child building a sandcastle and kicking it over. The Saiyan Solar Empire being the ones doing the kicking, of course. No one could have anything nice while they were around, could they? One just had to ask the Arcosian Empire. The Saiyans knocked over their sand castle, too. But at least Earth could rebuild. The people of Earth were a resilient bunch. Hopefully it would not be long before they began to recover. South Capitol would be okay. At least it hadn’t been reduced to rubble. Then all hope would be lost for it. It put an anger in Raisu. The attack on his home had broken his heart. It had broken it even more when he’d entered the battle zone with Chaz and Ibby. He didn’t want to in that moment, but Chaz and his catfolk friend had rushed in like idiots. It would have been wrong of Raisu to let them go alone. So, he’d followed. And it was a good thing he did. They’d encountered Saiyans in the battle zone. They’d beaten them back, of course. But it had still been almost painful to walk among the ashes. What kind of people would do that? Monsters, that was the kind. The Solar Saiyan Empire were monsters. Every last one of them. Was it fair for him to pass judgement on every last one of them? No. Some did not choose to be born within the Empire. But at the same time, was it fair for them to come to his home and try and conquer it, killing those who stood in their way? No. Not at all. Raisu was angry. He’d felt this kind of anger before. When he’d fought Breech. When he’d fought BREU. It wasn’t his favorite feeling in the world, but there was a certain need for it. It drove him to survive, to fight. Raisu’s inner rage was, like it or not, an integral part of him. It was his Saiyan blood. The blood of monsters. But it wasn’t time for rage. He could feel the anger boiling in him as he flew. No, he told himself. That wasn’t good for him. He’d come out here to enjoy the scenery. Not to rage about Saiyans. For now, he put it far from his mind. Raisu looked about him as he flew. Still lovely. Maybe he should make a habit of this. And besides, one could come across the most interesting people in the south. Why, who knew who he might meet today?
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Post by Natto on Oct 9, 2015 18:51:46 GMT
[Thread Power Level: 314.558] Natto came to like the southern islands. They became some sort of the Vegetean central wasteland to him in the matter that it was the place he would choose to be whenever he wanted to be alone, while at the same time the southern islands were the opposite of what the red wastelands looked like. Earth was full of life and beauty that couldn’t be rivaled by any other planet Natto knew or even heard of. He was amazed on how incredible the Blue Marble was and that made him feel sorry for the havoc he was sort of responsible for causing. He also felt conflicted since the death of Aspa haunted him and, yet, he was kind of glad to be on Earth. Guilty thoughts would haunt him every night for his day-time feelings.
”I will find a way to bring you back, Aspa! I promise I wil!” he thought, sighing deeply. To resurrect Aspa was his main goal, but he had another important goal he set: he wanted to get to know the saiyans that lived on earth, being them pure-blooded or hybrids. Natto decided to get to know about the different nature of his own race, a nature that strayed from the ruthless and bloodthirsty one that most Vegetean saiyans had. On that quest, he had already met a couple of them that were even “married” and had kids, Toma and Ninjin, and that got him into thinking. ”What moves those saiyans?! What are their dreams? Their goals?... What are my dreams now? And my goals?” those questions remained yet unanswered, but he was cut from his own thoughts when his scouter beeped, scanning a power level of 18.525, flying a couple miles away from where he was.
Immediately, in response to that, Natto suppressed his ki energy to a lower level, in order not to scare away the person: it could be a saiyan or a powerful earthling and, as he had been doing on the past days, every power that was above the average he sensed of detected through his scouter deserved to be checked.
[Ki Suppression On. Current PL: 15.000]
Natto took the skies and slowly flew towards the source of that power level. It didn’t take him long to find the man. It was a hybrid, most definitely due to the strange color of his hair and the fact that he had a tail. He was about Natto’s age and almost as tall as the young saiyan warrior, but far less muscular than him. He wore regular earthling clothes and that gave Natto the feeling that he may be more of an earthling in his beliefs than a saiyan. Natto, on the other hand, dressed like a saiyan soldier, a full member of the Empire’s army, with his battle suit and scouter on his left year.
He would fly until he got right in front of the hybrid’s way, so that he could be noticed hovering on the skies, with fold arms and a serious expression. Natto’s tail was tightly wrapped around his waist in a belt-like fashion. Word Count: 515
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Oct 9, 2015 19:17:18 GMT
Raisu felt the Saiyan before he saw him. A ki signature, larger than average. A decent sized signature. A bit lower than Raisu's own when he was using the weights. Interesting, he though as the ki came closer. Who could this be? He didn't recognize the signature. It certainly wasn't Chaz or Toma, though he knew both were sticking around the Southern Islands. So who could it be? An Earthling, an alien? Some Saiyan straggler? Whoever it was, it seemed to be coming right for him. He'd know soon enough, it seemed.
Suddenly, the man flew into few. So it was a Saiyan. Raisu could tell by the armor. He looked like one, too. Dark hair, and it looked like his tail was wrapped tight around his waist. He looked young for a monster. Maybe Raisu's age. Hard to tell, but Raisu drew ever closer as he flew. That damn armor. It drove him mad, turned his vision red. That was the armor of murderers, arsonists, psychopaths. The armor of those who tried to conquer Earth. Raisu's arms shook like mad. It took all his self-control not to rush at the man and try to break his jaw. What did he want? Knowing Saiyans, he was probably looking for a fight. If that was the case, well, the Saiyan had found one. Raisu's blood boiled. Pre-emptively, he cracked his joints as he flew.
Raisu drew near. He was in speaking range now. But he didn't speak, not yet. He simply stared at the Saiyan, eyeballing him. He was well-built, much more so than Raisu. But muscle wasn't everything. Raisu had come to find that out the hard way. Raisu almost felt insulted. How dare this Saiyan show his face? Did he not know how much people hated him? That nobody wanted him here? The Saiyan Solar Empire were interlopers. They should have all gone home. They had no right to walk on Earth's soil, to breathe its air, to fly in its skies. And in came this man, floating around like he owned the place. And in another time, he might have. But the protectors of Earth had put a stop to that. So why was he still here? Had he escaped justice?
"What do you want, Saiyan? Still trying to burn down some cities, maybe kill a few kids?" Raisu spat out the words like acid. Maybe the Saiyan was just dumb and hadn't realized they'd lost. Raisu would be glad to inform him that they had. Raisu briefly wondered if he could strangle the Saiyan with his own tail. It would certainly be satisfying, even if it were a little violent.
Calm yourself, Raisu thought. The Saiyan hadn't even spoken yet. But whatever he said, it better be damn good.
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Post by Natto on Oct 9, 2015 19:53:06 GMT
The young hybrid stopped his flight when he got really close to Natto. Before the young saiyan could even say a word, it was already obvious that the boy was getting rather mad. He cracked his joints and that was a clear signal that he was ready for a fight and that made Natto crack a grin. ”There’s your saiyan blood… This fury. But to be so furious at me… It means you are another saiyan hating hybrid, aren’t you?” he thought to himself as he analyzed Raisu’s body language. And then, to confirm his suspicion, the hybrid spoke.
Raisu asked what Natto wanted in a pretty harsh tone and the proceeded to imply that he would be burning more cities and maybe kill a few kids. Those words didn’t anger Natto very much, but were more than enough to make his grin disappear. He was obviously holding himself not to immediately jump into a fight and that would be a foolish decision, since Natto had been hiding his true power level. Unless the young hybrid was also hiding a huge amount of power, Natto wasn’t into trouble; and he could bet his life that that man in front of him wasn’t extremely powerful, otherwise he would have felt his energy signature during the siege of Earth by the Saiyan Solar Empire, and Natto didn’t recognize his energy at all.
– You hate your kin this much, boy? If your hatred is that big, please, release it and then we can talk, perhaps? – Natto teased him with a mischievous smirk on his face and, to tease him even further, he unfolded his arms and opened them wide, leaving his guard opened to the man in front of him. He was inviting him to attack if the idea pleased him. It could be a trap, or the saiyan could just be crazy and cocky. Whatever it is, Raisu would have to find out. It was up to his choice. Word Count: 329
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Oct 10, 2015 12:24:11 GMT
Did he hate his kin that much? No, not particularly. He’d met some downright pleasant Saiyans. Like Arlic, the protector of Lucia. Now that had been a good Saiyan. Kind, strong, and using his strength for something meaningful. Raisu just hated the Empire. They were the opposite of all of the good qualities he’d just listed, except strong. Cruel and using their strength just to conquer and ruin the lives of others. And this Saiyan had the nerve to show and talk to him like this, taunting him almost. Calling him boy. Raisu grit his teeth. The man looked just as young as Raisu. It was that that upset him the most. It just reeked of arrogance.
The man held his arms open, inviting Raisu to hit him. Why? Was he so cocky that he believe Raisu could do him no harm? Raisu saw that scouter. What did it say about him? Did it factor in the weights? Raisu didn’t know. He’d never used a scouter. Raisu had always seen the Capsule Corp models, but they never appealed to him. He could use his mind to sense ki. Why did he need a scouter to tell him what his opponent was like? That was quite the pretty penny for that amounted to a glorified walkie talkie.
But damn, Raisu wanted to punch the guy. It could be a trap, yes. The man was around Raisu’s strength in the weights, but he could just as easily be hiding his full power. He’d met folks who could do that before. Hell, Raisu himself did that. It was useful. It had probably saved his life before. Raisu was not an idiot. He knew that this could very well be a trap. Thinking about it, the man probably wasn’t even alone on Earth. For all Raisu knew, he had friends waiting nearby. He couldn’t sense them, of course, but that meant nothing.
Dammit, he thought. Time to throw caution to the wind. Even if it was a trap, this would make him feel better. At least one punch. Raisu dashed at the man, fist flying towards his chin. He put all his force behind it, all his weight, and all his hate. He wanted this guy to feel it. This was the hatred Raisu had been bottling up since the invasion. And it was time to let it go in one punch.
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Post by Natto on Oct 10, 2015 13:33:40 GMT
The hybrid boy was obviously angry and Natto felt a little uncomfortable with all that rage. He was pride of his saiyan heritage, even though he had defected the Saiyan Solar Empire and turned his back on his home Planet, but it still pained him do have done so. He did it for the right reasons though, since he couldn’t stand the saiyans cruelty and blood thirst any longer, but to see a guy with saiyan blood getting so upset to see what looked like a more traditional saiyan just hurt. ”Toma was quite aggressive when he thought I was from the Empire… And this boy is on the blink of snapping! I want to tell him the truth… But… I guess if I’m to do something different, I have to understand the full extent of their hatred. Okay then… I will play the jerk! I will harvest all of this boy’s anger! Let me see how vile do you think the saiyans are” he decided, making a discrete and small nod to himself.
Raisu didn’t waste the opportunity he had and, seizing the opening on Natto’s guard, he dashed at a great speed. Of course Natto could see through all of his movement, but still didn’t do a thing. The punch connected. It was a straight uppercut to the chin, but the result would probably frustrate or even scare Raisu. The saiyan warrior’s head just moved backwards a little bit, and the impact felt like he was hitting a solid unbreakable rock. Natto rolled his eyes so that he could keep on staring at Raisu’s eyes and widened his cocky grin.
– I said you could release all your hatred. Please tell me that this isn’t all you’ve got, because if that’s your true power, then you might as well be a fly! Hahahaha! – he said, as he hovered backwards, putting about two feet of distance in between them. Natto cracked his neck and touched his chin with his thumb and forefinger, but it wasn’t even red. – Itchy! – he teased the hybrid. Word Count: 346 [Took the punch to the chin] = no serious damage
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Oct 10, 2015 14:05:34 GMT
His fist collided with the man’s chin. It felt like he was hitting solid stone, and the man barely budged, his head only moving a little from the blow. Raisu hadn’t even made a mark. Just who, or what, was this guy? He looked at the man, his eyes wide in shock. That wasn’t what he had expected. Raisu thought he’d put everything he had into that uppercut, but even then it wasn’t enough. Was the man just showing off? Raisu would not put it past a Saiyan from the Empire to showboat in the face of hatred. It was just who they were. That cocky attitude went with being a monster apparently.
And then the Saiyan had the nerve to taunt him, like Raisu’s attack was nothing to him. And the way he said his words, it was infuriating. Raisu turned from shock to rage. How dare he withstand Raisu’s fist? This man, this invader, this monster… He was something else. But his ki signature was so small. That didn’t make sense. Raisu should have the advantage, even with weights on. That was it. The man must be hiding his true power. How deep did his power run? He had to at least be stronger than Raisu without the weights.
But Raisu wasn’t going to give up here. He’d make the Saiyan feel something, damn it. By Kami, the Saiyan would know the true extent of Raisu’s hate and rage. Even if Raisu had to punch until his knuckles were bloody and he was red in the face, he would make him feel something. Itchy? Raisu couldn’t wait to see how he liked the next.
“Tough guy, eh? You Empire Saiyans are so freaking arrogant. You and your whole Empire make me sick!” He screamed.
And with that, Raisu pulled his fist back in flash. It went behind his head and Raisu twisted his torso as to put even more into this punch. He let his Saiyan blood guide his fist, along with the pride of Earth and the hatred of those who pledged allegiance to the Planet Vegeta. Raisu let his fist rocket towards the Saiyan’s Adam’s Apple. The throat was a vulnerable area, a soft spot. And, maybe if Raisu were lucky, he’d choke on it.
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Post by Natto on Oct 10, 2015 14:23:07 GMT
He fell for the taunt just like Natto expected. ”Yes! Let’s see what you are made of! Let me measure the amount of hatred you have in yourself!” he thought, feeling a little excited, though not that much. By the looks of it, Raisu wasn’t suppressing his power level. Whenever someone is filled with rage they let go of their mental handicaps and go all out. ”If he is stronger than what the scouter says, then it’s definitely weights!” he came to the conclusion as Natto himself used the weights for quite a while before they lost all efficacies in helping him grow faster.
Raisu was quite vocal on his hatred towards the Empire and Natto chuckled in contempt to his words, standing right there where he was waiting for his action. The hybrid dashed again, only this time he was using his brains: he aimed a punch at Natto’s adam’s apple. Well, this one would hurt a little bit and maybe wind Natto a little bit, so he decided he didn’t want to take that blow. The moment the fist got close enough to connect, on the very last available second, the saiyan warrior vanished in such an absurd speed that it didn’t even make sense due to his current power level. There was no way someone with 15.000 could move like that. Hell, there was no way someone with 50.000 could do it. He simply disappeared in the wind and, at the very same moment, Raisu could feel a hand on his sholder.
Natto had reappeared behind his back and was chuckling again, using the same conceited tone. – Sorry about that! You took so long to deliver your second attack that I got bored! – he said, with his voice overflowing with arrogance. – Wonder if commander Natto would be mad if I break you… - Natto decided to play this roleplaying game a little further. Maybe the guy knew the name, since he seemed to hate the Empire very much, and most of the times, when you hate something, you know about it. Word Count: 346 KP 3/3 [dodged the attack] [reappeared behind Raisu]
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Oct 10, 2015 14:58:54 GMT
The Saiyan dodged in a flash. Raisu lunged through where he was floating moments before. What in the world? No one at that level should be able to move like that. It all but confirmed that the Saiyan was toying with Raisu, hiding his true power. Raisu grit his teeth. How dare he mess with Raisu like that? These Saiyans were all the same. Cocky, every last one of them. But Raisu would show this one that he meant business. Even if it meant getting beaten to a pulp. No one would be able to say that Raisu hadn’t tried.
The Saiyan continued to mock Raisu, calling him slow. How dare he? This Saiyan and his damnable attitude. Raisu’s anger only built and built. Should he take the weights off? They only limited his power. No. He wouldn’t invalidate his training for anybody. Not even scum like this. He wouldn’t give the Saiyan the pleasure of fighting Raisu at his full capacity, though Raisu began to suspect that the man was far beyond Raisu. Good, thought Raisu. It would be all the more satisfying when Raisu finally hurt the guy. Hell, maybe he could go back to the Monkey’s Paw and tell the blue-haired hybrid all about the fight. Get some more drinks while he was at it.
And then the Saiyan said something about a commander Natto. Raisu’s mind went white at the mention of that name. That was the man who had led the attack on South Capitol. That was the man who attacked Raisu’s home. That monster. The one the blue-haired man had warned him about.
“Natto? Great, it’ll be even more satisfying punching you. That way, you can go back and tell Natto that he’s got one angry South Capitol citizen after him!”
He gritted his teeth and rounded on the man, his leg brought up for a roundhouse kick. If he were on target, the man would take this blow to the side. No need to resort to ki yet. Raisu was almost enjoying this. He liked a good challenge. And this man was definitely a challenge. If only all his foes were this way. Then the fights might be more interesting.
KP: 3/3
Roundhouse kick at Natto's side.
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Post by Natto on Oct 10, 2015 15:38:41 GMT
Like he suspected, the mentioned of his real name took an impact on that hybrid guy. He got all fired up and said that it would be even more satisfying to punch him since he was an underling of that Commander Natto guy. Raisu also said that after that he could go back and tell to his commander that there was an angry South Capitol citizen after him. Although it was satisfying in some way to know that his name was recognized, it was also, on the other hand, quite displeasing to know that people who didn’t even know him already hated him. He had to fight against the urge to sigh and show a disappointed expression. ”Focus on the act!” he remembered himself and made a quick and discrete nod as Raisu approached again.
This guy had some fight in him, he had to give him that, but the difference in power was too tremendous for it to be even a blink of a fair fight. When the leg got close, Natto simply flew backwards far enough so that the kick would miss his target. His movement was smooth and showed that he was indeed an experienced fighter; he could wait until the very last moment and the dodge without making much of an effort, therefore saving most of his energy. As soon as he dodge it, he decided to tease the kid even further.
– So you don’t intend to kill me? For a second I believed you actually were fighting seriously! Hahaha! Tell you what! – he paused and took the scouter out of his face and dropped it on an island nearby. He memorized its location so that he could pick it up afterwards. Then he showed both his hands to him for a second, with an extremely cocky grin on his face.
– I will fight without using both my hands! How does that sound? Think you can do a little better than that if I handicap myself?! Hahaha! – he laughed a bit and then put both arms behind his back, touching the fists in a very straight posture. – By the way, do you have a name? Or should I call you just worthless maggot? – he said. Natto inspired his act on his elder brother’s personality. ”Yeah! I should act like Miso! That should be annoying enough!” he decided. Word Count: 395
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Oct 10, 2015 16:05:26 GMT
The man dodged, of course, but he moved in such way that suggested he’d done this countless times before. The man must be quite the experienced warrior. Well, he might have experience over Raisu, but that would not deter the young halfblood. Giving up now would be tantamount to letting the Saiyan think all the people of Earth were this weak. Now, Raisu might not be as strong as this guy, but he had heart. And he’d use that to propel him through his fight, and he would keep fighting until he could not move anymore. That was all he could do.
Even worse was that the Saiyan continued to taunt him as he dodged. Of course Raisu didn’t intended to kill. Raisu didn’t want to save him the embarrassment of getting smacked around by Raisu. And he was fighting seriously. Seriously enough to want to put the hurt on this guy. Raisu held up his arms, trying to flaunt the weights at his wrists.
“You see these weights, guy? I’m not even fighting at my full strength! You’ve only seen a fourth of my power!” He shouted at the man. And it was true. The man would not get to face Raisu’s full fury. Now, if only he were a Super Saiyan. Then the man would be in for a surprise. He’d get there one day, though. And he waited for that day with baited breath. He couldn’t wait to shove it in a Saiyan’s face someday.
The man insisted he fight with neither hand, putting a handicap on himself. He taunted Raisu to do better. And Raisu smirked, his Saiyan instinct beginning to take over. It was as if he was becoming a different person. He even asked after Raisu’s name.
“My name,” he announced, his voice confident, “Is Raisu Hanamura, son of Earth. My father might have come from Vegeta, but me? Earth is my home. And you’ll do well to remember that. Because one day, I’m going to be stronger than you and everyone else! Then we’ll see how confident you are! Then we’ll see how the Empire feels attacking Earth when it’ll be under my protection!”
Raisu talked big for someone who was being toyed with. But, sometimes it mattered if one acted confident. Words and ideas were just as important as strength. Raisu knew that much.
And with that, Raisu quickly thrust his hand in front of him. White light began to crackle in the palm of his hand as he brought up his other hand to his elbow to brace it. He’d see how the Saiyan liked this!
“Starlight Beam!”
And with that, a beam of white energy shot across the space between them, heading right for the Saiyan’s chest.
KP: 1/3
(UP2) Intensified Starlight Beam fired at Natto with a potential damage of 12,226.
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Post by Natto on Oct 10, 2015 16:33:22 GMT
The boy did have saiyan blood inside of him. Instead of getting utterly scared by the amazing strength his opponent displayed, he got all fired up and determined to fight nonetheless. He even told Natto that he was wearing heavy weights that reduced his power to but a forth of his maximum potential and that made Natto’s grin to widen. ”Impressive! He is almost as strong as Miso! And he has the same power level of Aspa…” to remember his deceased friend made his grin to fade for a while, before he slightly shook his head and got back to his cocky feature. – Do you seriously believe you can fight me with those weights, bug?! – he teased him, chuckling arrogantly as he said so, silencing only when Raisu was about to introduce himself.
”So his father was a saiyan.. Earthling at heart, but he surely does have a saiyan spirit in him! That’s good! Very good! And he wants to protect this planet! The only thing left to know, despite the obvious “we attacked” reason, is why does he hate the saiyan race so much! I will beat the answer out of him for sure!” Natto decided, feeling all fired up. It was a shame that Raisu wouldn’t take of his weights, but he would try and force him to do it.
Finally he was about to start using his energy techniques and he charged a white colored energy sphere on his hand. He shouted the name of his technique as he fired it aiming at Natto’s chest. It was a very straight forward attack, and the saiyan was ready to repel it. He frowned his eyebrows a bit and widened his grin and waited for the blast to get really close to him, so that he could feel its heat. When it was about to touch him, Natto spun his body, lowering his torso and showing his back to the blast.
Then, he threw a back kick, hitting the blast with the sole of his boot, deflecting the energy attack towards space. – Nice shot! But not nearly enough! My turn now, maggot! – he said in a cocky tone. As soon as he did that, he flared his ghostly-white ki aura and charged towards Raisu, when he got near melee range, he spun his hips and launched himself against Raisu aiming to throw a powerful flying kick at his face.
[Ki Suppression On. Current PL 40.000]
His kick had plenty of technique behind it and was meant to hurt quite a lot. He knew what he was doing and that was obvious. Raisu could feel his power level skyrocketing to impressive forty thousand, meaning that he was finally showing how powerful he actually was. Word Count: 438 KP 2/3 [deflected the blast] [countered with Flying Kick [N1]] = PL 13.200 (based on suppressed PL) The kick is more intended to hurt than to damage. Used: Natto's Fighting Style [N1]
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Oct 10, 2015 17:01:31 GMT
Did Raisu really believe he could fight Natto in his weights? Well, Raisu thought the attack he had just launched spoke for him. The Starlight Beam was at the center of his arsenal. If something was going to make the Saiyan flinch, this would be it. As the blast barreled towards the Saiyan, Raisu felt a smug sense of satisfaction. This oughta hurt the guy, he thought. The would be the blast to show that Raisu was not someone to be trifled with. Hell, if he were lucky, it might even scare the Saiyan off. He probably wasn’t expecting it.
But apparently, the Saiyan had a few tricks of his sleeve. Raisu watched in utter shock as he flipped around and deflected his Starlight Beam with a single kick, sending it sailing harmlessly into the sky. What in the Hell was this guy? Raisu could even feel the Saiyan’s ki signature growing larger. So, thought Raisu, he’s starting to show some of his real power. This should make things interesting. Raisu had to admit, he was actually kind of excited about this. It would be more than a challenge now. At least he could say he fought a Saiyan of real strength and come out of it mostly whole. Well, he hoped he could say that. There was no telling where this might go, though Raisu was confident he’d live through it.
The man approached with a flying kick. By the looks of it, he was headed right for Raisu’s face. That would hurt real bad. Let’s not let that happen, he thought to himself. He braced himself, tightening every muscle, waiting for the Saiyan to come closer. Closer and closer he came, until he was finally in range. And in a blink, Raisu burst upward so fast that he left a sloppy image of himself behind. Raisu came back down behind the man, turning around to face the Saiyan.
“That’s it? And here I thought you were done playing around.”
It was his turn to mock. He might as well enjoy it while he could, because he had a feeling the battle was about to get real. And that afterimage had taken a bit out of him. He’d wait to see how the Saiyan responded to that. Hopefully, Raisu got a nice reaction out of him. Raisu really had begun to change, his battle sense completely taking over. He liked it.
KP: 0/3
By my math, my afterimage is at 24,638, beating Natto's Flying Kick.
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Post by Natto on Oct 10, 2015 20:24:34 GMT
To his great surprise, on the very moment he was about to hit the hybrid’s face, the image of himself trembled and them vanished. ”Afterimage? He actually managed to do it! Interesting!” Natto thought to himself, stopping midair just after the kick. Like Natto expected, he reappeared behind him. The young saiyan warrior quickly turned around to face him in time to hear him mocking. He provoked Natto saying that he thought that he was done playing around and the saiyan just laughed out loud. ”Hahaha! I like this attitude! He may be a little reckless to be fighting a far superior opponent, but he has courage!” Natto was quite satisfied with that, and it was his time.
– One lucky dodge and you are already full of yourself! Hahaha! You are more quite a saiyan, aren’t you?! Maybe you just pretend to like being an earthling and deep inside you carve for your saiyan instincts! Hahaha! – he said, teasing Raisu. Then, he once again flared his ghostly-white ki aura and charged again. Natto would go for a feint now.
The moment he got close enough to Raisu, he would try to throw a knee strike to his gut, but before it connected, Natto would pull his knee back and spin in the air stretching his other leg to attack with a heel strike coming from top to bottom with a whole lot of strength, aiming to hit his head. Natto used all his skill to enhance the damage, as well as used the rotation of his body to add both momentum and power to the strike. It was more than clear now that his flying kick wasn’t a lucky attack; Natto had a refined fighting style, polished through plenty of battles to be quite deadly. ”Let’s kick this smirk out of your face, Raisu!” he thought, feeling the excitement of battle burning inside of him. Word Count: 317 KP 2/3 > 1/3 [Feint knee strike] [Heel strike from top to bottom [N1]] PL 13.200 (based on suppressed PL) The kick is more intended to hurt than to damage. Used: Natto's Fighting Style [N1] PS: Raisu, your afterimage being SU1 can only dodge up to 100% of your current PL, meaning that Raisu would still be able to dodge, but the maximum PL he can dodge is 18.526
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Oct 11, 2015 4:06:38 GMT
Did he strike a nerve with the Saiyan? Raisu felt satisfied with himself, smug even. The Saiyan even took this moment to speak. Was Raisu acting like a Saiyan? Probably. He could feel it whipping up in his blood, this battle fervor. It always did get to him. The Saiyan blood always awoke in times like these. Even if he was partly human. No pretending about it, the Saiyan part of his brain was electric with primal joy in moments like these, but he took pride in his Earthling blood as well. It was the blood of protectors.
The man’s aura burned again and he charged Raisu, coming in hot. There’d be no time to dodge. He’d just have to try and block. The man was making a beeline for Raisu. It would hurt, but he could probably block the brunt of the blow. Raisu brought his forearms and waited for the blow.
The Saiyan closed in, but something was wrong. He changed course suddenly. A feint! Raisu realized it far too late. Not enough energy to dodge and not nearly enough time to shift his block. He’d just have to take the blow. The man moved with such grace in battle. He was clearly a veteran. He came in with a kick aimed straight for Raisu’s head.
The man’s foot collided with Raisu’s skull. Raisu was sent reeling, flying away from the man uncontrollably. Damn. That was the only word that floated in Raisu’s head. Beyond that, his ears were ringing and his head ached like something fierce. But damn, he wasn’t done yet. He could still fight. Raisu pulled himself out of the fishtail the Saiyan had set him in, and straightened himself in a quick movement before immediately flying straight for the Saiyan.
“So I see you’re really fighting now! Good! If that’s not your real full power, I want you to came at me with everything you got!” Raisu screamed. Perhaps the kick had addled his brain, but he really meant it. He wanted to see everything this guy had.!
Raisu flew with his fist extended, closing the distance. If he got close enough, he’d switch to an open palm and try to claw at the Saiyan’s non-scouter covered eye.
KP: 1/3 Raisu takes the kick and is sent flying. Immediately dashes at Natto with the intention to claw his eye. And thanks, Natto! Wasn't sure about the math for that!
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