Waiting (OPEN)

Due to his "free-range" lifestyle, Speenatch had found himself flying around the semi-permanently frozen wastes of Earth's northern regions.  Why?  ...No particular reason.  He had little to do at the moment, no major work was available anywhere near home... and to be honest, he wanted a change of scenery.  It was either the forests he knew, or heading back to Satan City with his parents.  And he wasn't going to consider that option again.  Staying at his childhood home for a bit had been fun, but...

'Sumtimes Mom 'n Dad 're just a liiiiiiiil' bit overbearin'...'  He let out a small sigh as a few memories of being suddenly woken up, refused the chance to cook for himself, and... certain sweaters came bubbling up.  'Think I'll just stay outta that apartment 'till tha holidays start on up...  Then I'll be ready fer it.'

As he thought this to himself, the short-ish human suddenly blinked as his senses picked up a certain signature.  The familiar feel of a ki-user just bleeding energy everywhere.  It wasn't anything near the power levels he was feeling farther north...  Said power levels were why he himself was "stealthed" and keeping his power hidden as he flew.

'Urrrgh... I should prolly warn whoever this is 'bout tha sorta folks that go fer small-fry like us.'

'Maybe you'll make a new friiiiieeeeeend!'

'Oh good, yer back...'

'Ya know ya missed me, squirt.'

Speenatch began to angle himself towards the leaking ki that he was feeling.  While descending down towards the ground.

'I'm just gunna block ya out with sum social contact, kay?'

'Gooood- I mean... OH NO!  Don't do that!'

Soon enough, he was in sight of a red-headed man just sitting in the middle of a field.  Said man was practically lit up like a beacon to his third eye.  And his regular eyes, since it was all flickering and visible.  Speenatch crossed his arms and slowed down as he did a fly-by over the stranger's head.  He turned himself around, crossed his arms... and came to a landing in front of the guy.

As the sun set, taking the daylight with it, the short man's red-rimmed shades reflected the light of Ryson's aura.  Said aura also illuminated his body, showing the garish gi of many colors.  Aqua blue for the top... neon green for the belt... bright orange pants... and hot-pink boots.  Though, there was another addition to the ensemble.  A rather strange, striped turtleneck sweater that he wore underneath the sleeveless gi..  Said stripes alternated between green and black... and they weren't a uniform size.  Some were fat, others weirdly thin.  Clearly, it was the work of an amateur, at best.

Speenatch waited juuuuuust a moment before clearing his throat, and speaking in his "Steel" affectation.  "'Eya, buddy?  Pal-arino?  Just a friendly warnin' from one bromigo ta 'nother.  Ya really don't wanna be broadcastin' yer power like yer doin' right now.  Might uh... lead ta tha "wrong crowd" thinkin' ya want a fight.  Ya pickin' up wut I'm layin' down...?"  Right after he asked this, the short fighter gave a friendly grin.  Or at least... a smile that would have been friendly if one could see his eyes.  Without them, it just looked like a reeeeaaaallly wide grin.

[PL: 31,200.  Medium Weights Active:  PL reduced to 15,600]
["Ki Compression" activated, PL is hidden to observers.]
[Hope you don't mind me as a "sparring partner".  Or friend.  Friends are nice.  ]

        As Ryson was about to stop his meditation and return home, a funnily dressed man flew in and spoke to him. The colorful character warned him about the dangers of releasing his ki like that.

"Oh, oops. I gotcha. I didn't mean to broadcast my ki like that. I was concentrating really hard. 

This guy had a strange way of speaking, and his outlandish outfit made Ryson smile. He checked his scouter to see how strong this guy was but there was nothing there, he was probably able to hide his ki, unlike Ryson. He stood up and his ki dissipated. He went in for a quick bow to introduce himself, as his father taught him he should when greeting people for the first time.

"My name is Ryson. Ryson Usagi. Thank you for the warning. I'm glad some kind of villain didn't show up. And you are?"

Despite not knowing how strong the man was he still felt that twinge of anticipation in his tail that he seems to get when he wants to fight or spar. He thought that maybe this guy wanted some action too, why else would he be wandering all the way out here?

"Hey, maybe you wanna-"

Before he could finish his sentence a half man half animal of sorts leapt from the snowy bushes off to the side and said: "You called?" He seemed prepared to brawl.

"Uhhhh I'm confused, I didn't call anyone. Unless... OH!" 

He looked over at the man beside him and asked.

"Wanna have a bout with me and that guy over there?"

    After coming out of the bushes, the two stared at him in an odd manner. Had he done something wrong? Did they not want hime there? His thoughts were quickly quelled when the two began to speak. Eventually they agreed to team up to fight, but not here. They needed to fight somewhere else as to not damage the crops around him that people needed to eat. Fair enough.
    Yeah, I can fly! I'll leave it up to you two where we fight. Honestly, we should do a three-way battle, as to not stack it in anyone person's favor. He looked at the two and tried to get a gauge on their power as they delegated.
    The boy with the orange hair seemed to be decently powerful, though he was just barely under Soilderp in terms of raw strength. It was possible, though, that he had techniques up his sleeve to fight those stronger than him. He had definitely seen it before when he watched people fight elsewhere.
    The other person was, strange, to say the least. They looked very capable as a fighter, but they seemed to be suppressing their energy. Something in his gut told him that this man was much stronger than he himself was. That just made the situation all the more exciting. He flew into the air with the wrestling man, waiting for the other man to join them.

Speenatch gave a nod to both the men... boys?  'Eh, they're both fighters, either way.'   He rose a tad bit higher into the air, gestured for them to follow... then began to fly off.  At first, he lazily floated in his intended direction.  He began to accelerate faster and faster over time, until he was whizzing at a high speed.  Hopefully one that the two young greenhorns could keep up with.

"Three-way fight, gotcha..." When Ryson spoke up, Speenatch hastily replied, "Just a coupla tens o' klicks ta tha south-east, kid. Not too far... An' yes, plenty o' room, it's all open plains. I remember it from tha last time I wus this far north."
  There may or may not have been a slightly snappy tone in his voice.  Or at least a tone one could have surmised as snappy.

Though said tone faded when Ryson apologized.  "'Pology accepted... but uh... 'nother friendly word o' advice?  Talkin' like that makes this sorta thing weird.  We're just an adult man an' two teenage boys goin' out inta tha wilderness ta beat tha tar outta each other..."  He paused for a moment as he realized what he said.  "Aaaaand now I made it weird."

During said pause, they arrived!  ...At a random piece of tundra that looked like all the rest they'd been flying over for the past fifteen minutes.  But it was a suitable distance from all the nearby villages, just perfectly out of all of their way.

The sweatered fighter slowed to a stop, then he lowered himself down to the ground.  Down, down he descended... until his hot-pink boots were on the ground once more.  He gave a nod.  A smirk.

"Alrighty... this 'ere's tha place..."  Then, without another word, he let his ki "decompress"... With a puff of aqua-colored air, his aura became apparent to ki-senses and scouters alike.  Speenatch began to stretch and roll his shoulders and arms about.  He even gave a few practice jabs and kicks as he spoke up, "Right then, s'pose it's time fer me ta introduce maself... Unless ya both wanna go first."


["Ki-Compression" ended.  PL is now apparent to appropriate senses and sensors...]

"I'm not sure what you mean by weird. Also, I'm almost 25. So the only teen here is that guy probably." 

        Ryson gestured towards the younger hybrid as he mentioned him. They finally made it and the youngest of the group introduced himself. 

"Soilderp? That's a unique nickname if I've ever heard one. Well, it's nice to mee you. My name is Ryson."

        He gave another quick bow of recognition. Not once had he ever stopped to think if a bow was too formal. Ever. In his life. So naturally, he still assumed that it was completely normal. When their introductions finished the big-haired man revealed his power. Ryson's scouter beeped in his ear and read out the numbers to him. 

"Uh, wow! You're way stronger than I thought! It's hard to tell when you hide it like that. Makes things more interesting."

        Ryson smiled and let out a small chuckle.

"I'm starting to re-think not teaming up! Nah, just kidding, this kind of challenge is exactly what I need to get stronger."


        Ryson knew he probably wouldn't win if this guy went all out, but he hoped he would. He's learned the hard way that losing isn't the same as failure. Especially with the zenkai boost from his Saiyan side. Even if he gets beat down hard, he can still grow and learn from the experience.

"So what's the plan? Should we establish some rules? Other than the obvious ones like "no murder"." 

    The two very quickly made their introductions soon after Seth made his. The hybrid boy called himself Ryson. He seemed similar to other humans he had met, but based on certain features, he could tell that this person was a hybrid. The other called himself Mr. Steel. The way he went about introducing himself was very comical to Seth. Maybe he would be like that one day, well, after his father was gone. But time for thinking was not present for him, as the fight began almost as soon as the thought entered his head.
    Very quickly, Mr. Steel dashed toward his opponent, Ryson, to deliver a wicked, ki-infused punch. This was good.
    As this was happening, Seth held a hand forward and began to charge his energy attack. He needed this confusion to be unnoticed. But there was no guarantee it would work. He at least had to try.
    

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Charge for [N1] Pure Deluge has begun
Charge is at 33%
Current tech PL: 2662

Speenatch had to quickly switch to a defensive stance when Ryson went on the counter-offensive.  The kicks he blocked with his big, hairy arms, therefore protecting his "core"... the part where all those squishy organs were.  As well as being a source for any strikes he wanted to make.  However, this left his chest wide open, as both of his arms were too busy down low to protect himself.  And when he raised them to block any further strikes?  Well... the orange-haired man charged his ki and slammed his hands up to hit Speenatch right in the core he'd been trying to protect earlier.  So what did the man do?

'Only one thing TA do...'

He took it.  He took that hit like a champ.  That isn't to say he took any damage from the hit, though.  Instead, he pumped ki to the skin and muscle in that area.  When the attack impacted, it still pushed him and caused him to crumple a tad... but he wasn't hurt.

[Technique Used:  "Man of Steel", can block techniques within 100% of PL (15,600).  "Volcano Slam" is blocked.]
[KP Used: 1  KP = 1/3]

The protective aura did not extend to his clothing, however.  So his sweater and gi began to burn as the attack penetrated the barrier of his ki-aura... damage that they wouldn't have taken from a lesser hit.  His body, however, was perfectly fine.  Even as he bent over and contorted his face to look like the gasping of a man that had just gotten the wind knocked out of them.  He also sent his arms out wide to add to the surprise.

'Just gotta milk it... make 'im believe he got off that hit... Really sell it!'  He gasped a few more times, made his eyes bug out behind his shades... and raised his brows.  He couldn't quite drain the color from his face on command, but he could darn well try.

'Aaaaand... now!'

His gasping turned to a smirk as his hands went from being out to his sides... to flying towards Ryson's wrists.  If they got that grip off...  Well, he was going to plant his feet in the ground, then twirl the orange-haired man around for a proper SLAM into the dirt.  Followed shortly thereafter by a knee-strike slam aimed at Ryson's own gut.  Not ki infused, just a hard hit.  Regardless... he was going to back up a good distance, zipping low over the ground before ceasing all movement...  Then getting on his feet in his earlier stance.

"Nice try, bud!  But I ain't called "Unbreakable" fer nuthin'!"

...It was then that his ki-senses focused from one opponent, to the second.  The younger hybrid was just standing still as the other combatants fought.

'Heh... I c'n feel that energy chargin' up.  Well, after seein' wut a hit I c'n see comin' does, he'll prolly aim fer tha redhead.  So I just gotta play it safe, let this Ryson feller tucker 'imself out... and leave himself open fer wutever attack is comin'.'