Post by Speenatch on Dec 5, 2017 10:34:34 GMT
"Well, gee.. If I knew..." Speenatch let out a verbal counter, before he gave a physical one. With his drastic increase in power, it was the human's turn to suddenly disappear after whizzing towards Pracross. Only to reappear right behind the Saiyan, with a "five-star" style slap aimed to slam into the poor kid's back. HARD. Hard enough to send someone flying clear across the arena. "Then I wouldn't be askin' YOU..."
Somehow, Speenatch beat Pracross to the edge of the arena. He was just... there in the mere blink of an eye. "Also... word'f advice..." His hand went to grab the zippy little Saiyan by the hem of his clothing... a collar... a scarf... whatever was closest to "the scruff of his neck". His unwanted flight would have been stopped. Though a new one began as Speenatch lifted himself into the air, dragging Pracross with him. As he flew higher and higher, the strangely garbed human lowered his voice. Almost to a whisper...
"Fighters that don't know their own strengths, don't know their own weaknesses 'er limits, neither. That'll cost ya a win. Learn how much yer capable o' doin', learn wut's beyond ya, and wutcha gotta wurk on..."
Right after giving this sage advice... Spenatch suddenly hefted the short saiyan in his hand to... hold him a bit like a football. Then, he suddenly THREW his opponent downwards. Again, much like a football. This spike? It was aimed for juuuuuust outside of the arena. The squat human was going for a ring-out. Mostly due to running low on energy himself, and not wanting to hurt his foe too badly.
[KP regained, 1. KP = 1/3]
[Sorry about this taking so long, Pracross Yendatta !]
Somehow, Speenatch beat Pracross to the edge of the arena. He was just... there in the mere blink of an eye. "Also... word'f advice..." His hand went to grab the zippy little Saiyan by the hem of his clothing... a collar... a scarf... whatever was closest to "the scruff of his neck". His unwanted flight would have been stopped. Though a new one began as Speenatch lifted himself into the air, dragging Pracross with him. As he flew higher and higher, the strangely garbed human lowered his voice. Almost to a whisper...
"Fighters that don't know their own strengths, don't know their own weaknesses 'er limits, neither. That'll cost ya a win. Learn how much yer capable o' doin', learn wut's beyond ya, and wutcha gotta wurk on..."
Right after giving this sage advice... Spenatch suddenly hefted the short saiyan in his hand to... hold him a bit like a football. Then, he suddenly THREW his opponent downwards. Again, much like a football. This spike? It was aimed for juuuuuust outside of the arena. The squat human was going for a ring-out. Mostly due to running low on energy himself, and not wanting to hurt his foe too badly.
[KP regained, 1. KP = 1/3]
[Sorry about this taking so long, Pracross Yendatta !]
