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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2014 2:58:50 GMT
Athren arched a brow curiously as he watched the kid hit the ground with a thud. Home? Where the hell did he mean by that? Athren figured that either meant here on Earth or Planet Vegeta. Either way it would make sense though Athren had to ask about it. "Where do you mean by home kid? Earth, or Vegeta?!" With that being asked Athren looked over to Ukare. He could physically see how annoyed his green friend was.
Awaiting an answer from the child Athren had an idea that could potentially benefit all of them and Ukare would get to be rough with the brat. Though this idea would only work if the kid was strong enough but it was worth a try. Quickly, Athren had used his recently learned Ki Sense technique on the child to gain an understanding of where he sat on the power level scale. His eyes slightly went wide. He was actually shocked.
After the kid would have answered Athren would begin to direct his words to the Namekian warrior who stood beside him. "You wouldn't believe this Ukare but this kids actually strong. He's just under you in strength and that mean's he could hold his own against us in a spar. One on one of course. I've got an idea. You might like it." Athren's devilish smirk returned to his face. If this kid was willing to spar and go all out he could actually be of use. It was certain that they wouldn't be unrealistically rough with him but rough enough to know he was in a spar with two experienced fighters.
Athren turned his attention now back to the kid. His voice had a hint of excitement in it. "Here's the deal kid. We'll be more than happy to help you after we're done training.." Of course he volunteered Ukare without his consent but that wasn't the point. Athren was hopeful that his green friend would help somebody in need. Especially a small kid. "But I just figured something out. You're incredibly strong for your age." Though Athren didn't know the kids age it was safe to assume that he was roughly around ten. His appearance said that anyway. "When I was your size I wasn't nearly as powerful as you are right now. If you worked at it you would probably be ten times stronger than I am not when you hit my age."
Cutting the motivational talk Athren went straight to his point. If the kid had said no he wasn't going to force him to do anything he didn't want to, hopefully the kid would say yes. "If you want to help and are eager to fight like all saiyan's are. You can join us in this friendly battle. Nobody's going to get seriously hurt or killed here and it's all just to practice and get stronger. You can attack both of us and we'll keep it a fair fight. With our weights on you'll be on par with us." Of course Athren and Ukare had more experience in a fight and that would play a huge card in the spar but the kid could only get that experience one way, and that was to fight. So this would be the perfect way to get it!
With that, Athren went silent and firmly crossed his arms in front of his chest. His ocean blue eyes gazed down to the child to see what he had to say.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2014 9:21:11 GMT
The release had come sudden. His muscles stopped their painful spasms, and relaxed almost instantaneously.
Almost.
He hadn’t gained control of his musles in time enough to cushion his fall, and the ground met him fast, as he landed face first on wet, sticky grass. Before he could confront Ukare, however, he felt a sudden sharp pain somewhere in his gut. The force of the blow must have lifted him a few inches of the grass before he flopped down again.
Amrenth stood up with a scowl on his face, ready to confront Ukare for the kick but the green warrior’s visible intensity defused any sense of anger he had quickly. He was happy when he heard the Saiyan’s next question.
“Vegeta? No, my home is here. At least—around here,” he said.
The name Vegeta sounded important though, and it triggered something inside his memories. Was it the name of an important person he used to know? He didn’t want to ponder on it too much, he should focus on other things now.
“It was like an open place near a forest, with a tasty stream of water nearby. Plenty of animals too! And, and a piece of broken stone that was there when I woke up. So I stayed. When I got hungry I looked for a place nearby with more things to eat, there was this big place with lot of people walking about, and big screens showing fights, an arena nearby and then ---”
Amrenth started trailing off, before the Saiyan spoke, he must have ignored him when he started rambling. He was unappreciative of how Amrenth was called strong, and that it involved an idea Ukare might like. The Saiyan said they would be happy to help, but the green one didn’t seem capable of looking happy. It was hard to read Ukare’s face with that veil covering the lower portion of it. That thick brow would give Amrenth nightmares, he reckoned.
He was flattered to be called strong.
“No one will get hurt? Even me?” Amrenth said. He had to admit he was a little bit eager to fight. Intrinsically, he had been longing for it, and it was one of the reasons why he tried to assault Ukare. He desired to become stronger. He needed to, and he didn’t understand why.
“I think I can stay,” he assumed they would help him.
He inched closer to the Saiyan and in his quietest voice whispered.
“Why is he green, and what are those weird things on his forehead?” he asked, hoping he was silent enough to not be heard by Ukare.
Amrenth’s tummy growled angrily.
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Post by Naroka on Nov 25, 2014 14:41:47 GMT
More talking. It was quite clear that being that, strong and silent type, Ukare wasn't a fan of constantly conversing. But, he also wasn't the type to simply leap into a fight given any other type of circumstances presented to him ay just any random time. Only reason he made the attempt to kick and humiliate the little kid was because he kicked and tried to help out the much more superior Athren. All because he was green and had antenna! What was it that earth children called it? Oh yes: He started it first. The Namek sat himself down. Sitting cross legged like times of before, with his arms over one another the same. It made no sense for him to continue on and stand up if all they were going to do was remain idle for the most part over duking out their individual strengths. The Namekian, himself, continued to stare menacingly at Amrenth, watching his waddle over to the taller than he Athren. Trying to whisper was a futile action, though; as his ears twitched somewhat and picked up on his questions. He quickly glanced up to Athren, expecting him not to answer him and allow the Namek to answer his questions. “Well, if you man up, I could answer, runt. The reason I have these `things‘ and I'm green is because Im a real life Namek.” He spoke. His voice revealed to the child at last, as well as his two fingers pulling down the guard in his face. Revealing his yellowish facial pattern and a mean frown. “I'd appreciate if you asked directly, runt..” He finished speaking to the child, then going to Athren. “ Is he now? If you're sure he can aid our gains, then I'm all for it. Just keep me back and from going too hard on him.” Ukare gave a coy smirk, nodding before standing up once again and joining the two Saiyans. How hard could it be to battle two of them at two times?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2014 22:58:31 GMT
Athren couldn't wipe the devilish smirk off of his face. Instead of the usual one on one sparring he had always done he'd get to engage in combat with two fighters instead. It was kind of a thrilling though. Hopefully he was up for the challenge because he might let a couple of fists slip through.
Talking back to Ukare, Athren reassured his point. "I can't see why the kid wouldn't be beneficial to our little brawl. At times it'll be two against one. I need some practice along those lines. I'm sure it'll improve our reflexes." Athren then moved his line of sight from Ukare down to the little guy. He seemed nervous and it made sense as to why. He was about to engage in a fight with two older and more experienced fighters. One being a tall, green Namekian and the other being a fellow saiyan. Athren couldn't even think of what had been going through the kids mind at this time. Whatever the kid was thinking, he was probably overwhelmed.
"Alright kid, It's quite simple. Attack both of us. Don't just single one of us out. Attack us both evenly and defend yourself as needed. As for getting hurt, well.." Athren though back to what he had just let slip out of his mouth. He told the kid that he wouldn't get hurt. Sure, to an extent that was true. The kid wouldn't get too massively injured but he would get roughed up a little bit. "You'll get roughed up a little bit, but nothing major. As I said. As it sits you're close to being on par with us. Though don't get cocky because both him and I are being held back." Athren explained. He figured that the child should know the situation he's getting into before he just started throwing fists.
Athren then onced against shifted his gaze over to Ukare. He said this loud and clear for both of them to hear. "Don't be too rough on the kid. At first anyway, Once the kid finds his instinct.. Then don't hold back. He's a saiyan, this fighting thing should come quite naturally." He explained his thoughts clearly for two reasons. To make Ukare educated on the belief that Athren had in the kid though this judgement was based on the fact the kid was a saiyan, and two.. to inform the kid he was capable of quite a lot for a young age. Hopefully all went well.
Athren then leaped back to gain a little bit of distance between the other two, both of them now being opponents. "Enough talk, Let's get to it. Shall we?" With that Athren went silent. His feet spread as he took a fighting stance. The devilish smirk on his face grew bigger. His eyes shined with excitement and his blood pumped through his body. ~Come on you two, Give me all you've got. Don't hold back.~ He thought to himself as he watched and awaited any movement.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2014 11:31:52 GMT
Amrenth had been trying to sense the individual warriors’ strength, and power. Although he was inexperienced at it, he did feel on a similar level to the Namekian. The other Saiyan felt stronger, however, but sensing by how much was beyond his capabilities for now.
When the Namekian spoke, it sent a shiver down Amrenth’s spine. The voice was rough, with an edge of experience to it. The accompanying scowl accentuating the agitation Amrenth had caused. When he had whispered to the Saiyan, he hadn’t meant to insult the Namekian, he was just curious, since he never saw a green person before. Besides, what are Namekians?
Since it was too late to ask that particular pressing question, Amrenth began to back track from the Saiyan he had just whispered to. He was formulating a plan of attack that would perhaps surprise both of them. Although the Saiyan asked Ukare to not be rough with Amrenth at the start, there seemed no conceivable way the Namekian would bother to listen. Not with that scowl! For that reason, Ukare would be the first target, for safety reasons.
“I don’t seem on par with the two of you. How do I know you won’t just gang up on me, and beat me up?” Amrenth said while still backing up, hands raised – all part of the strategy.
“I haven’t even heard how you two plan on helping me, if at all. How good are your promises anyway?”
He was a decent distance from both of them. At least, out of striking range of both, but not far enough for what he was planning next to be completely useless, or too easily avoidable. Unless he had lied about their respective strength. One way or another, Amrenth would find out. As he stepping back to create the distance, Amrenth had begun channeling his ki, applying controlled breathing to allow the inner force to course through his arms. He lacked the experience to form the ki into something destructive, but he was capable of harnessing it. He snapped both of his arms downwards, aiming at the Saiyan, and fired two separate energy blasts that were circling around each other. They formed a projectile hurdling towards the Saiyan.
“Ready?!” Amrenth yelled at the Namekian.
Assuming the Saiyan would be occupied, he dashed towards his other opponent, Ukare, moving so fast an image of himself remained in his previous position. He hoped the after-image would be enough to throw the Namekian off guard. As he reached the green warrior, Amrenth jumped and his leg shot upwards in an attempt to sock him in the jaw. Whether or not the kick would connect wasn’t on his mind. He immediately followed up with a flurry of rapid punches, eager to take out Ukare quickly.
If he failed, he would be in a whole new world of hurt.
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Post by Naroka on Nov 27, 2014 17:11:58 GMT
“Fine. First match is on you, huh?” Ukare shrugged. His hands meeting one another and cracking his knuckles nicely before sliding back to gain some distance away from his Saiyan friend. Unfortunately, he was teamed up with the little runt that seemed to think he was the most evil guy around. “I suppose you're right about that, too. I need to increase my own abilities too- the world isn't as nice as it was before.” The Namek smiled a bit, only showing it on the very edge of his mouth. He had to look down at Amrenth, noticing how he was already glaring at him. All Ukare hoped was that he knew how to fight.
Someone didn't want to team up. Did the little bastard just attack HIM?! The Nameks reflexes above the Childs tremendously, thus allowing him to counteract and catch the kick in his hand, a firm grip held as he stopped the incoming assault that was aimed toward his face. From the frustration alone, Ukare's grit his teeth and bared the sharp fangs in the sides of his mouth to the Saiyan child. He was going to learn and be disciplined by the Namek's hand! Taking it to consideration and even doing it, Ukare slammed the child into the dirt by the leg to teach him not to attack his betters unless they were on oppositions.
“Listen up, runt. We're on the same team right now! Now stand up and attack!” Ukare shouted at the kid, picking him up by the arm and putting him on his feet. Wasting not a single more of his precious sparring time, Ukare darted for Athren, insinuating a series of collective jabs and straights, as well as kicks and rare roundhouses for the man's waist and side. Mid attack, he smiled at his friend for a moment, almost laughing. “I hope this kid has some potential, Athren.” He grunted, aiming his strikes coordinately and intelligently.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2014 22:51:31 GMT
Athren smiled brightly as he watched the kids movements. It was obvious that he had been up to something but Athren didn't know what exactly that something had been though he'd pay close attention to the childs moves. At the same time he glanced over to Ukare to insure that he wasn't planning something either. It would be a tough time if both of them had attacked him at once and Athren probably would receive a handful of hard hits but that was kind of the point behind all of this training.
As Athren stared down the little one he was impressed to see how he utilized distance with a long range attack. Sure it was common sense but it if used properly it could be devastating towards the enemy. It had now been time to stop thinking about things and to act. The first attack seemed fairly straight forward. As it neared Athren simply took a few running steps forward and leaped up and over it, as he hit the ground he went into a roll. Trying to get his balance back he planted both feet into the ground to stop himself and let the momentum of his body rolling to lift himself back up. Really, it was effortless but he wasn't going to tell the kid that.
He then watched the kids failure of an attack on Ukare but that had kind of been expected. The problem with it here was that Ukare probably wouldn't take it as easy on the kid as Athren would but hopefully the Namekian warrior could hold off on brutality on the kid. Hearing his words Athren had arched a brow curiously.
"Wait, Team!? I wanted a free for all but if you two think you can handle me. BRING IT." He said with a large smirk on his face and a loud tone of confidence. His right hand flagging them to attack. Of course the Namek didn't hesitate too and that brought a massive thrill to Athren as he watched his comrade close the distance between the two of them.
In all honesty Athren couldn't wait to challenge them both head to head at the same time. The young saiyan warrior loved to challenge himself and there really couldn't be any better way of doing it than a two versus one. Being strictly defensive Athren matched all of Ukare's attacks with either blocking or dodging though it hadn't been easy. The limbs of the warriors would surely collide sternly at times but that was expected. During their scuffle Athren talked back to Ukare.
"He's a saiyan. Of course he's got potential. Let's just see what he knows now and if you want you can take it from there. You do seem quite interested in his abilities." Athren's words were true. Every single saiyan in the universe had potential to become something powerful and great. They had countless abilities and even one hell of a powerful transformation under the right circumstance. Sure there was a myth going around planet Vegeta about some legendary super saiyan but that wasn't believable. That was just a camp fire story passed around, or so Athren had though. Until there was hard evidence Athren wouldn't believe it for a second.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2014 0:44:51 GMT
This was getting ridiculous, Amrenth thought, as he was lifted back to his feet by the Namekian warrior. He noticed the other Saiyan without a scratch, indicating both of his attacks had been futile attempts.
“Hi, my name is Amrenth,” he sheepishly managed to say before Ukare dashed off towards the other Saiyan.
He patted down his legs to remove the grass spouts that clung to him, contemplating the idea of teamwork. It was preferable to team up with the angrier of the two, but hearing the conversation refer to Amrenth’s potential worried him. Based on the two attacks he attempted on each warrior, he was woefully inadequate. His stomach was twisting in a knot, and all he wanted was to kneel and wait for it all to be over. He wanted to be back home more than anything right now.
“Stop being such a coward,” he sobbed to himself. He wished the cacophony of combat composed by the Namekian and the Saiyan would block out his pathetic plea from their ears.
His insecurities welled up, the knot his stomach had twisted so painfully now a lump in his throat, but now it started to transform itself into anger. An anger fueled by his humiliation at the Namekian’s hands. Ukare’s scowl turned into a mocking grin in the eye of Amrenth’s mind, taunting him.
Amrenth rose, his teeth gritted. He closed his fist so tight, his knuckles turned stark white.
“I’ll show you!” he yelled at the two warriors.
His anger opened the floodgates of his inner reserves, forcing Ki to flow as a raging river breaking through a poorly conceived dam.
With renewed vigor, he sprinted towards to two warriors, interlocked in their violent dance. Amrenth positioned himself next to the Namekian, also throwing punches and kicks at the Saiyan. With every attempted hit, Amrenth looked for an opening in the Saiyan’s defense. Eyeing the Saiyan’s footwork, the way he punched – anything to understand how to read his opponent. His attacks were ferocious with a burning desire to demonstrate to the Namekian he wasn’t completely worthless, and once the Namekian had his guard down, Amrenth would eventually lunge himself at him – when he would see an opening.
Now, however, he had to maintain his focus on the Saiyan.
“Move out of the way!” he yelled at Ukare.
Although the two were attacking the Saiyan together, Amrenth was slowly trying to inch his way between them directly, an attempt at ousting the Namekian from this skirmish.
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Post by Naroka on Nov 28, 2014 17:09:09 GMT
The Namek's fists continued their onslaught of flurry. Rushing for Athren's neck and chest, his kicks aiming for the exact same spot as before. Strategically smart, maybe not: Physically intelligent, perhaps. Ukare picked up his pace, wanting to induce fatigue onto his more powerful rival faster and faster.
He looked back, only to look at Amrenth. The little kid still recovering from the failed attack and appearing to well up power. The little guy patting himself down and then visibly getting angry. What was he about to do? Did he overhear the comment made by the Namek? Was that the key to getting the little runt mad?
“Saiyan or not, I'll be surprised when he actually proves it.” The Namek rushed Athren further, moving his body between his own strikes in case of counter. When, he heard a small voice scream something alone the lines of, “I'll show you!” And thus, Amrenth came up and began attacking Athren. About time!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2014 18:25:10 GMT
Really, it wasn't that difficult to keep his defence solid against the furry of attacks that had been flying through at him by the tall, green Namekian warrior Ukare. Of course the price for it being quite easy was the fact that Athren wasn't going on the offensive at all. If he had begun to do that Athren knew that he wouldn't be able to block every strike as he would have tried to put equal efforts into offensive and defensive tactics. At the moment though Athren was quite content just staying on the defensive side of the skirmish. Little did Athren know.. Things were going to begin to get a lot harder than it had been.
He smiled lightly as he heard the words of his Namekian friend. "Give it time and I'm sure he will." Athren said as his body was rapidly moving at very high speeds to stop the incoming attacks from Ukare. Then, he had heard the voice of the small child. It was finally that time for him to come into the fray and show the two older fighters that he had, and that's exactly what he did.
Joining Ukare in the barrage of physical attacks towards Athren, his smile went down to his devilish smirk. Now he had two people to protect against. At the first few extra attacks he did fine.. but slowly he started falling apart. He had let a hard kick delivered to his side through by the Namekian warrior. Followed by a fist that caught the bottom of his jaw. The kid then managed to bang his foot into Athren's leg. Though the saiyan stayed solid he was doing quite well considering the situation.
It was in that moment, Athren had missed another strike from Ukare and it landed solidly on his face. The young saiyan child then brought his right fist up to Athren's face. It collided with his cheek hard as it drew blood and forced Athren to look to right. The child, continuing his barrage had brought up his left fists now. Just in time to catch Athren as he straightened out his face. Athren then felt his face being forced to the left this time. ~ When he's angry.. He's got so much potential. This is.. actually amazing.~ Finally, the kid launched a kick to Athren's stomach.. and it collided.
It was at that moment when Athren had got distance from the two but it wasn't because he wanted too. It was because he was forced too. The kid's kick had sent Athren backwards. Though it wasn't enough to get the bigger saiyan's feet off the ground it was more than enough to make them slide along the grass. As he slid backward Athren's feet cut through the grass and began to push up dirt behind his horizontal feet. As he slid, He leaned forward and brought his right hand to skim the ground to help him keep his balance. The last thing he had wanted was to land on his ass because of a kid.
Finally coming to a stop Athren smirked and watched the two that had faced him..
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2014 20:08:45 GMT
His heart was racing, and his blood was pumping. Every punch and kick he aimed to connect with Athren failed to penetrate the Saiyan’s defenses. But Amrenth was utterly driven, and devoted to the brawl now. Instinctively, perhaps a buried remnant of his Saiyan past coming to the forefront, he wove his small, quick-striking fists between Ukare’s well-aimed strikes, hoping that Athren would be too busy dodging and blocking the Namekian’s attacks and would leave an opening for Amrenth.
One punch Athren avoided, the second punch he blocked, and this continued for what must have felt too long compared to the actual timespan. Then he noticed the Saiyan’s warrior defense starting to crack.
Amrenth noticed Ukare’s side-kick, the Namekian’s shin burying itself underneath Athren’s ribs – that soft spot would probably be sore for days. What followed was the solid uppercut snapping his head backwards, leaving a perfect opening for Amrenth. He swiveled his leg back and snapped it forward, delivering a hard kick to to Athren’s leg. Amrenth had hoped it would floor the older Saiyan, but, much to his credit, he stayed afoot.
Even Athren seemed pleased with himself. His mistake. As he tried recollecting himself another fist of Ukare, knuckles colliding with cartilage, flattening his nose for a fraction of a second. Amrenth followed up by cranking his right arm, and propelling a fist of his own into Athren’s cheek. The red streak of blood that appeared surprised Amrent, but he instinctively threw a left hook, jumping to be at the right height, that appeared to visibly rock Athren’s head. When he landed back on his feet, Amrenth put his weight on his left leg and pumped his right forward, ploughing his foot into Athren’s stomach forcing the Saiyan to a skidding halt.
“Yes, we did it!” he cheered, raising his right hand towards Ukare, hoping he would high-five it. “There’s no way you would’ve done it without me Namek-man.”
In his adulation of his perceived victory, he failed to realise Athren was left standing.
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Post by Naroka on Dec 1, 2014 22:25:34 GMT
The boys speed and hidden power was incredible. Alone, Ukare barely had the power to overthrow the more grown Saiyan, but it seemed that with the aid of the smaller kid, he could stand a fighters chance at last. He smiled, just a little bit, feeling the sweet and satisfying crush of fist meeting face when his uppercut and jab were a successful connection. His knee also a success was enough to draw just a little more from his quarter smile.
~This is incredible. The boy..he is more powerful than I assumed. Interesting.~ Naroka Ukare thought to himself, watching his sidekick for the fight land his own attacks in conjunction with him. Noting the kicks delivered and laded as well the few punches served up. To think, a little misconception and (to him) a cry baby could amount to the obviously stronger Saiyan named Athren. Naroka used what he could, his eye catching the skidding Athren moving back.
The Namekian doing the same and acrobatically moving back. Tossing himself from front to back, his hands coming into contact with the dirt and his feet following after as he spin; repeating the action a few times before gaining the wanted amount of distance to cover. It appeared as though Amrenth wasn't too far behind him- right beside him, actually. With a..raised hand? He had seen Earthlings slap one another's hand before in victory, but never thought he'd be put on the spot like that. Ever! While reluctant, he thought, ~Why not?~ and smacked the smaller Saiyans palm with his own.
“It's not over yet. Listen, kid, I'll need your help here. I'm pretty slow right now and you've got speed. Hold him off while I go in for the kill. Understand?” Naroka plotted, eyeing Athren's form and then to Amrenth. He was far from trusting every move his ally did, though. Noting his every turn and move, as well breath and body change. “Hm..”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2014 4:26:15 GMT
WOW. Feeling every single hit brought a new level of excitement to the young saiyan warrior. This was truly amazing. He didn't have many options here either. Though for the moment he had a little grace period to prepare for their next strike. Surely it would be some kind of tag team attack or so Athren had been expecting. His eyes on his two opponents Athren's devilish smirk shined brightly. The hits he had taken had had shaken him up lightly but the pain really wasn't coming into effect. It was like he could block that out. He'd feel it the next day though, there was absolutely no question there but for now he had to fight, he had to defend himself. Being in this situation not only brought him further and higher levels of excitement but it toned him in more to the events that had been happening. He was more likely now to drop a few smart remarks during their fight. There wasn't a need for nice comments any more as he wanted to get them going and bring their tempers to a peak.
During this moment of the battle being quite still. Athren raised his right hand up to his cheek, the back of his hand wiping what blood had dripped out onto his cheek off. He then glanced down to see the little bit of blood that had now smeared across his white glove. "After all those hits and that's it? That's all you two managed to draw from me? Come on! I thought you two were strong. Really? My dog could draw more blood from me than the two of you combined and he's only a puppy." His smirk shining even brighter now, he brought his beautiful ocean blue's up to stare down both of his opponents. "If that's all you two can manage to do, I suggest you both quit now. Wouldn't want to make either of you cry. Especially you Ukare. I don't have any of those Senzu beans to heal your confidence after I break it." This was Athren's fighting face. His softness seemed to completely vanish at this point. he had guessed that it had been his saiyan pride taking over and his love of fighting that drove him to this level of confidence.
Moving his right foot forward he planted it firmly into the dirt in front of him, it had been vertically directed. His left foot slid back behind him in the same manor but only it would be horizontal. He then brought his right arm up with an open palm. His left arm bent down with a tightly clenched fist. Somehow, he had his eye on the goal of winning this brawl. Even if he passed out from exhaustion immediately afterwards, he was going to win this. He was stubborn and dedicated. It was going to be all or nothing from this point on. Slowly, he waved the fingers on his right hand from them and inwards. As to indicate to bring it, and bring it all. He wanted every last bit they had. It was times like this that he remembered exactly why his race was so solid and attuned to fighting. It was now, that he remembered why they all loved it.
His chest still pounding away, Athren took a large breath in through his nose. He then exhaled it through his mouth as he patiently waited for their next strike. Though, he couldn't help but let another taunt go before they made their move. "Hey, Runt. You hurt your fist with that?" He said aloud trying to get the kids attention. He had gotten that name from none other than the Namek who had been battling with the two of them. "Come on Ukare, The runt out did you there. You really going to let that little brat take your glory?" He paused, that one was directed towards Ukare again. He wanted him angry, he wanted him giving it everything. Though, he wouldn't let the brat go without some kind of insult or taunt directed towards him. "Though, Aren't you a little bit short for this? I mean, You could barely reach my face with those attacks. Oh, And my friend Ukare there.. he's thinking about how you're going to be such short work after I'm down and out. He's thinking that you're weak and easy prey." The last little bit there was to cause reasonable doubt between the two. Surely, Ukare would be smart enough to figure out this tactic but the child Amrenth? If he managed to figure this out he'd be impressed if he didn't, Athren expected their cooperation to decline and they're own little feud to begin. Ah, This was marvellous. "Well, Are you two going to attack or are you two just going to sit there!?" He shouted as he continued to wait patiently.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2014 15:46:10 GMT
A sense of joy filled Amrenth, when the Ukare smacked his palm, though he tried not to allow the Namekian to witness the slight pain it had caused his palm. Maybe this particular warrior wasn’t so agitated and mean after all. “What do you mean it isn’t over look at hi--”
Amrenth turned around to see Athren’s proud stature, carrying a devilish smirk in mocking fashion. A part of him supposed it was good, no one was supposed to get really hurt, right? Yet, something inside of him was boiling. Amrenth had given most, if not his all, and the other Saiyan was still standing, with arrogance leaking from his smirking face.
“Oh, shut up, you probably don’t even have a dog!” Amrenth barked.
~He is right, though. Maybe we should stop, this seems pointless. He is obviously much stronger.~ he thought. He was still in it for the long haul though, especially after Ukare accepted the high-five, and even asked for his help. Afraid to disappoint the Namekian, Amrenth nodded his acknowledgement and started sprinting towards Athren once again. He was stopped midway in his tracks, sliding a foot on the grass, almost slipping, when Athren started speaking once more. The Saiyan’s face looked almost feral.
The question asked by the Saiyan prompted Amrenth to look at his hand. The knuckles were swollen a bit, and his hand throbbed.
“Maybe a little…But that’s not the point!”
Athren then explained Ukare’s motivations, and it all made sense to Amrenth. Of course the Namekian would play along with the high-five, and send him ahead in order to catch a quick breath. Granting Amrenth a false sense of security would leave an opportune opening for the Namekian to strike. They mocked him for being weak, but he’d show the both of them. The sense of insecurity that had haunted him from the moment he had awoken stemmed from a much deeper history of being ridiculed, and mocked. He could tell from the faint memories that sometimes tried to surface, and the reawakened dread that joined it.
He planted his two feet firmly on the ground, creating grooves in the grass and dirt, forming a sturdy base for himself that will help him channel his power. “Ukare, is it? If this is a trick you’re planning, I’ll let you know you are severely underestimating me,” Amrenth said, before turning his attention to Athren. “As for you – I guess I’ll just have to demonstrate that I shouldn’t be taken lightly.”
Amrenth gritted his teeth, and hunched slightly, experiencing his inner ki flowing through him spreading out from the center of his body. The energy simmered around his body as a coat, enwrapping his arms, as well as his legs.
“Let me introduce you to my seventy-two transformations technique,” he said through his gritted teeth.
It was a misnomer. He didn’t possess seventy-two distinct transformations, nor were they actual transformations. It was a technique he practiced over time, mostly spurred on by boredom, but also by his inexperience at throwing more than a simple energy blast. He mimicked the animals he had encountered while on Earth for the different moves. Instead of firing energy outwards, he learned to manipulate it enough to empower his arms and legs, allowing his strikes to connect strengthened with Ki.
As the energy build-up intensified, Amrenth started yelling to relief some of its pressure. It seemed his feet sunk an inch into the ground.
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Naroka
Rising Soul
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Post by Naroka on Dec 4, 2014 0:11:29 GMT
“Eh?” Naroka raised a bare brow, curious somewhat. Did Athren finally break back into his true and more feisty persona? It seemed so! And that, wad enough to have the Warrior Caste man get hyped up and ready to fight.
But, he seemed to be trying to turn the two against one another. The Namek crossed his arms and looked at the boy and then Athren. Scoffing a bit and shaking his head. “Don't be fooled kid.” The Namek forewarned, shrugging his shoulders and getting back into a fighting pose. The kid having a technique to show off?
72 Transformations?
Interesting. He spoke of this technique as if it was something fierce. Was he to actually transform seventy two times? No, it was impossible. He'd just need to see it out.. Ukare taking the time to build up his own ki and charge himself to meet the excitement appropriately. The Namek shouting out as he built his ki greatly.
“Hmph.” He grunted, cracking his knuckles, fingers and wrists as well his neck to loosen up. Naroka rushing forward to go after Amrenth and begin a series of punches and kicks, aiming a few straights for Athren's jaw and kicking at his legs to sweep. Regardless of failure, he'd move back and gain enough distance to use his signature Hyper-Extension move, smashing his elongated arms and fists into the Saiyan, whom was stronger than he.
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