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Post by Ora on Jan 17, 2015 23:05:35 GMT
[Heavy Weights equipped.]
Orache's arms had been crossed, his boots crushing the boulder beneath him and his smile so slick, it would compare to the most greasy food. His grin the one a Devil, himself would wear. His face in the direction of the morning sun as he await his newfound comrade to come and test something. That something, being the ultimate strength hidden deep in the depths of the young Saiyajin's potential. Orache waiting ever so patiently for the opponent he had been waiting for. His expectations higher than the almighty.
His shoulders trembling some. Arms and chest somewhat shaking. The weights of his equipped armor something great. Something only a true warrior should have ever had on his form. Anything short of a fighter would have been crushed by the sheer power and changing ability the piece of equipment expelled from appearance alone. Orache's grin gleaming from the glaring sun.
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Post by Zasho Hirugetsu on Jan 17, 2015 23:23:29 GMT
The boots touched down at the appointed place of meeting, the winds whipping the dark locks atop the Saiyan's strong features and caressing his sun-kissed skin. Breeches his the musculature of his lean, powerful legs, and these two slashed against his hide with each and every zephyr. Dark they wore, finery befitting his classification of Elite, and tucked into the heavy boots atop the ground. From waist to shoulder, the armor his people had adopted since the days of Lord Frieza, the frost demon, an overlord, a conqueror, and cruel man by nature of his Arcosian blood.
Beneath the pad protecting the left and the strap which ended at the shoulder of the right, powerful arms rested loosely at his side. The man grimaced, flexing his fingers within gloves weighing an untold number, but the burden was great. A single scar lined a cheek, a badge of battle, and he wore it with pride. The thing was forever a reminder to never allow his guard a moment's rest.
Seventy-three inches tall, two hundred and seventeen pounds; the warrior was neither overly muscular nor lithe. Truly, a fighter's physique, the smooth muscle accentuated by the striated, faster-twitching fibers. Veins snaked in his biceps and forearms, pathways for the crimson of his Saiyan blood. An experienced warrior would identify the one before Orache as a mixture of power, speed, and endurance, and those whom had tested him in battle and lived to tell the tale were aware of his technical prowess; an heir of the Tsurunoha and an accomplished Vegetan kick-boxer, the warrior preferred his encounters up close and personal. Stifling, face to face, this man meant to make each and every opponent weather his storm and crumble beneath the fury of his fists and feet.
"I've looked forward to this, Orache," Zasho Hirugetsu mused, simply put, but his grimace erupted into a welcoming smile as a low growl slithered between his clenched teeth.
Cyan erupted into a smooth fire about his body, jagged shards of light which dyed his body beneath it the same hue while his coal eyes sparkled with excitement, the intoxication of oncoming combat nearly too much for the man to bear as he resolved himself to approach his second encounter with the younger male with all the finesse and skill in the deadly dancer within his fighting spirit.
Those legs anchored beneath him,
Those arms lifted, fists clenched,
Those of iron stood apart from each other, preparing to sharpen the other to a cutting edge. . .
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Post by Ora on Jan 17, 2015 23:40:36 GMT
"Can't say I dont agree, Zasho. Hold no bars or forever be damned by my tongue."
Orache taunted him some. His arms unfolding and dropping to his side as he glance to his newly arrived opponent. Noting something he hadn't in the previous battle, the scar that adorn Zasho's face. It had looked rather gross and awesome, symbolizing something that would perhaps be a badge or medal of honor. Showing the amount of incredible battles the other Saiyan had fought in all his years of life. It was quite an awe inspiring sight- Orache would be able to battle against a veteran warrior.
Breathing in heavily, the young man expelled his breath with an great force. At the very moment, his own jade green aura had sparked out like a fire. Bolts of emerald green lightning dashing and crackling around his body as he simply stand still. The great aura that surround his figure burning ever so bright and proudly. The spirit of a Saiyan coursing in his veins and his might flashing out. Orache shuffling his legs to open, his right arm by his ribs and his left raised in a claw like motion. The young'un giving a nod and a confident sneer.
His aura sparking once more as he erect and grab his left wrist tight, dashing almost immediately for the spawn of Rensou. His intention to close their gap and smash his fist against Zasho's jaw. His body vulnerable and his rush capable of being blocked or even dodged. However, had his strike connected would he proceed onto the next piece of his Final Revenger technique.
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Post by Zasho Hirugetsu on Jan 18, 2015 0:25:50 GMT
For a youth, the boy had realized a plateau of speed that matched Zasho's own or surpassed it, and his lean figure loosened with his power flowing about him as the younger fighter encroached on the pocket. A dangerous zone to inhabit should the familial technique of Hirugetsu come into play, but for now he seemed content to play the game with flesh and bone. The quick mentality of the warrior, accelerated by his ki, began to assess the situation at hand while Orache unfurled his attack!
Such ferocity, Zasho thought, his body reacting to the throw with a loosening of one leg, a simultaneous fold at the knee, and the fist etched across his jawline to snap his head sideways. A partial blow had already been struck, but Zasho meant to answer in kind as he let the force of Orache's attack cause his form to retreat with a back-step before he brought a shin hurtling toward the ribs beneath the arm which should, 'less his calculations be off, be retracting for defense or a follow-up attack. Zasho meant to take advantage of the tiny window.
"That's it! ! !" he spat, his blood beginning to thunder out from his heart as the sweet embrace of combat grasped the pair whilst that green aura and his own cyan began to gnash together for supremacy.
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Post by Ora on Jan 18, 2015 0:55:11 GMT
Orache had grinned, feeling the warm and thick meat of flesh collide with his knuckles. The excitement traveling from his knuckles, to his arm, to his heart. From his heart increasing in beat, he had gotten quite excited from the very strike that begun the amazing battle to ensue between the two Saiyajin Warriors. Orache thinking, His defense..its phenomenal! Upon impact and noting how quickly Zasho had recovered from the straight, being as to where he had stepped back and shown his own strength.
Orache's ribs being struck and an intense sting going to his heart. The young man staggering back and holding the space under his arm in a slight pain, though refusing to give up there- The battle had only just started, after all. The young warrior snapping up and aiming for the foe's chest and throat region, sending a total of three straights toward the Hiregetsu's neck, a jab for his chest and two hooks to the ribcage.
"Give me everything, Zasho!"
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Post by Zasho Hirugetsu on Jan 18, 2015 1:47:37 GMT
One and one the two stood, tied in the opening moments of their bout. The cheek throbbed where the powerful fist had slid across it, the roll of leg and hip paying dividends whence Zasho rolled away to avoid the brutal fullness of the impact to deliver his leg firmly into the ribs of his comrade. Perhaps it was ingrained in his blood to take one to deliver one better, and he smiled at the notion as it was now Orache giving ground rather than he. The tide would not stay swayed in his favor for long, for as quick as the younger man winced with pleasure and pain, he cried out and continued his assault anew!
"Give me everything, Zasho! ! !"
Not yet, my friend, but perhaps soon. . .
A jab, the beginning of a pugilists foundation and a strike that set up more spectacular blows. Zasho unwisely rolled those flexible hips and worked his feet to steer his head from harms way, preparing to answer back as with a burst of speed Orache hooked once and kissed Zasho's ribcage with a crushing fist. The body curled around it, pain lancing up as Zasho released an agitated snarl, reading the shoulders of the persistent, determined Orache fully, the ever-evolving mind identifying his movement, his habits, but it would be long before he had this youngster memorized.
The second hook, however, was identified.
A backstep let the second attack whiff easily past his midriff, pain still lancing from the second blow to strike him. The score now sat at two to one, but the pair still remained in the pocket and vied for supremacy. The arching arm no longer a threat, Zasho unfurled a long leg and swept the lever diagonally upwards, that slicing shin aimed for Orache's thigh with a moderate amount of power behind it, the lack of the aforementioned force due in part to his back-step and the addition of pain.
Two kicks, different legs, for Zasho was fluent in either. The first, which had struck cleanly seconds before, had cracked into the ribs of Orache. A man could not fight without wind, and the purpose behind it was the steadily chip at the energy reservoir. Likewise, a man could not properly settle into his attacks when his legs could barely hold him up. With that philosophy in mind, Hirugetsu had attacked that meaty thigh.
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Post by Ora on Jan 18, 2015 2:01:53 GMT
The two men gracefully enticed in battle, went back and forth it seemed. Orache's straight being avoided by a good evasion of thrusting back, though his hook beautifully impacting against the other male's ribs. Though, Orache had faded away his smirk and replaced it by a serious and stern face, one that would strike utter fear into a human. However, hid opponent was a Saiyan- One of the toughest, greatest and without argue, the most supreme races in all of the four galaxies. Nothing compared to the soul and spirit of the men and women.
Orache hadn't paid all too much attention to the lower torso; His mind, still maturing and growing accustomed to the extremes of battle, had been a tad too foolish to realize how vulnerable he had been. His thigh being sliced by the shin of his opponent. The youngster wincing, his right eye shutting and his left narrowing to glare at his foe, still. He had lurched forward and held the attacked place, trying to ignore the stinging and pain dealt to him. He had to try and muscle through;
Though he had failed to do so, leaving him still vulnerable. He still had his blood boiling, forcing him up to stand and fight. His defense awful and unable to guard against most attacks, leaving him to the ruthless offence. Orache using his internal speed to step back once before crouching down and creating a full three-hundred and sixty degree spiral into the air to unleash a kick to Zasho's rib, or perhaps arm. His shin aimed for the most vulnerable space.
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Post by Zasho Hirugetsu on Jan 18, 2015 2:33:44 GMT
"Check them, kid," the elder Saiyan offered as his leg once again found the mark and impacted sickeningly into layers of Orache's muscle. Were Zasho's own attacked, he would have lifted his leg should the opportunity present itself and place shin against shin in attempt to break, bruise, and batter as well as the man whom might offer a kick towards one of those pillars of strength he stood upon. Pain answered by pain, and no energy expended to repay in kind. A kick-boxer in truth, Zasho was well versed in this fistic dance.
Confident.
Comfortable.
Composed.
It seemed the hurt only drove the youth onward rather than hinder his performance, but Zasho's mind began to weight the proceedings as Orache stepped backward, his body turning into a spin as his own leg sought out the opponent. Hirugetsu stepped forward, cursing the high guard of his arms as he repositioned forearm and bicep to catch the kick just above his elbow. The leg pressed through and onward, despite the attempted block, and found his ribs once again, though this strike to his energy reserves less devastating in comparison to the hook.
His midsection now screaming with the prize of battle, pain itself, the nobleman recounted the strikes sent and received since the opening on their stanza. The first punch from the boy had been partially dodged, and then his own kick had found ribs. The jab of Orache had been rolled away from successfully, but his hook had impacted, his second missed wildly. Zasho had answered with a kick of his own and now found himself with Orache's leg in his side, but he bit through the impact.
Certainly, he could not physically strike as powerfully as he would have unimpeded, but Hirugetsu had a plan.
"Hragh!" Zasho cried, leveling the arm opposite the twice-struck ribs to unleash a streaking blast of his cyan energies at nearly point blank range, this attack aimed for the chest of the younger man, quickly charged and fired. The streak of ki was in the area of a foot in diameter, and Zasho hoped his attack found the mark once again. Thus far, he had yet to fail in doing so.
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Post by Ora on Jan 18, 2015 2:47:09 GMT
"Wha..!?"
The boy grunted, his leg appearing to make contact with the aimed target. He hadn't exactly known of his opponents ability and strength in the arts of kick-boxing, leading him to his future defeat- Not that such things would ever happen to him. He was a Saiyan! They never lost, even when they did. The time that had gone by felt like literal hours upon years, but in truth were but seconds and half of minutes.
Orache's eyes had opened further. His opponent doing some kind of strange movement, pushing his hand out to his chest. Luckily, Orache had come with his armor, this time around - As Hiregetsu had used a blast of chi from the point blank range, causing the male to spiral back into the air and groan from the energy based trauma. The pain nearly unbearable at first, but still. Despite all the pain, despite all the blunt force and despite the fatigue that would soon come-
The son of a gladiator wouldn't give.
The young Saiyan wiping his mouth, the crimson essence of life being spilled and dribbling down the side of his mouth before trailing down his jawline. Swallowing the rest of the mixture between blood and saliva. Orache entering a kiba-dachi stance as he gather as much ki as required, grunting and giving a dark shout as he engage in a dash for his enemy. His jade aura flashing out and forcing him into up close matters, Orache immediately trying for a straight toward Zasho's throat, a hook to the ribs and an ending sweep for the foot. Had he been successful in any of his attempts, he'd imitate his opponent through hopping back and rotating his hand to which his fingers pointed down and a ocean blue flame of ki expelled from his palm, accompanied by the young man shouting,
"Shut your mouth!"
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Post by Zasho Hirugetsu on Jan 18, 2015 3:10:05 GMT
"Shut your mouth!"
Orache rushed again, and in response Zasho loosened, his body fluid as the boy rushed him with anger, goaded by a simple statement; advice, really. The son of the Hirugetsu clan set himself to an absolute focus on defense, his body racing to meet the attacks which sought him out with punishing force and no shortage of vigor. Youthful energy was a beautiful thing, but his own experience had thus far matched it. Hirugetsu hoped his age and development would lend him the upper hand in the moments to come.
The older Saiyan whipped his head and neck clean of the straight's path, footwork coming into play as he back-stepped, forever holding his foundation and balance as the oft-used hook soared past once again. Hirugetsu meant to see this boy gas out, ached to see exhaustion and pain etched across his face. A second retreating step was attempted, but the rush was too quick and the sweeping leg turned him end over end.
Zasho vaulted upon one arm, cartwheeling away as hurt echoed within his ankle. All at once, the warrior took the sky and set distance between he and Orache, his cyan streaking around his form as his face took on the new intensity of the situation and his aura flared twice, sparkling violently before it calmed once again.
Zzzizz. . .
Zasho had extended his arms out before him, a single twinkle of energy sparkling before flattened palms that faced Orache. The youngster might identify the hissing energy as a ki wave, but Hirugetsu meant to turn the encounter up another notch and put his greatest weapons to use here and now. The sparks grew, expanding with energy before they condensed inward to form those two compressed spheres of a pure separation of his negative and positive particles. The arms lowered. The spheres revolved. The fighting stance was resumed, and the Tsurunoha had come into play, the Saiyan warrior suddenly blessed with an extra set of fists to strike or defend himself with.
"You'll have to shut it, Orache!" Zasho challenged, his patience knowing no bounds, it seemed when truly tested, the man tossed away his innate Saiyan nature to rush headlong into battle.
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Post by Ora on Jan 18, 2015 3:50:17 GMT
The younger man had been brimming with the utmost energy and hype. His DNA being a key factor of how much life and ability he had in his muscle and stamina. It was something he couldn't and wouldn't deny no matter what. He was a Saiyajin and proud. His tail unfurling from his waist and twitching wildly in the midst of battle, thwacking against his back and thigh, similar to that of a domestic felines. The excitement simply oozing out of him in the form of blood.
"You'll have to shut it, Orache!"
He had challenged him? That was new. He hadn't been opposed as such since he had lived on Vegeta. The only man to get away with such was the large, six foot tall giant of a Saiyajin, and that was due to the massive gap in power. However, this time the two combatants were equal in strength almost identically. Thus giving him some kind of rush of excitement to add onto the already built vigor that had stained the male's soul. Refusing to tire and allow exhaustion to wash over his muscle.
Orache staggered some, the signature technique of his team mate shown. He wanted to add onto the force? Very well, he wouldn't mind not one bit! The younger Saiyajin cracking his neck and knuckles as he dash forward, headfirst. Throwing caution to the wind. Giving a guttural cry for battle, he halted before his opponent. Giving a cocky sneer before throwing a faked punch, pulling the fist before launching himself forward, forehead aimed for Hiregetsu's.
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Post by Zasho Hirugetsu on Jan 18, 2015 21:02:11 GMT
These mad dashes, young one, will be your undoing, Hirugetsu thought, his lean fighter's physique hovering in the air with his spheres slowly whirling around his body, his stance loose and his face grinning. The scar stretched with the half-smile, and he drank deep of the power rippling from his body in the shade of a cyan firestorm. With his dark locks whipping behind him, Orache approached his impending defeat. Hirugetsu was certain of his victory in that moment.
But only for a moment. . .
The boy struck out, his fist aimed viciously for Zasho and once again, the Saiyan rolled sideways and prepared to return fire. At the last moment and with his positioning compromised due to the momentum of his movement, the youth feinted and flung his brow forward with a sudden moment of his hips and a push of his ki, cracking his head into Zasho's own. Whereas the boy had been ready for such an impact, Hirugetsu was caught unawares.
Zasho Hirugetsu's mentality went blank for but a millisecond, which was an eternity when me such as he could fight at the levels they did. Orache stood amongst them, and for the moment, he held the advantage. The body of the older Saiyan, accentuated by his weights and the transfer of energy between his comrade and himself, had been sent careening into the dune below them. He impacted heavily, a cloud of sand obscuring his form.
The fighting mind had already decided on a course of action to even the field once again and sway the odds back into his own favor.
Crouching and upon one knee, Zasho Hirugetsu clutched his forehead with one hand whilst the other drew in his spheres. They fought each other for a moment before they became one, a volatile mixture of negative and positive particles of his energy. Whereas the swirling spheres were an almost peaceful, controlled art, the wave known as the Burst Tsuruha.
The dust had cleared enough for the Saiyan to see the outline of his training partner, and at that very moment he fired his attack one handed into the sky and hopefully into the youth, at which point it would explode against his form with all the force of a bomb. Should the beam tipped with blast go wide, Zasho would detonate it and hope to cause collateral damage. One thing was for certain, he was no longer fucking around.
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Post by Ora on Jan 18, 2015 21:33:10 GMT
The impact was great. The Saiyajin donning a dark and devious smirk. The feeling of power and attack coursing through his forehead and into his heart through nerves. While it was a damned amazing pain, it only fueled him to go on and make himself the alpha of men. The longer they battled out, the more he wanted to tear his comrade to pieces. Not out of spite or hate-
But to assert his young and powerful dominance.
Orache had watched as his opponent fell to the earth. His body appearing to spiral down into the dunes of sand and earth. The debris and dust being kicked up as the muscled figure of Zasho made impact even then, crushing and possibly creating a crater in the humongous rocks surface. Watching his foe go down by his head hands simply made the teenager crave battle and want to continue.
His eyebrow raised curiously. Hiregetsu hadn't rose back up nor even attempt to return back to the heavens in which Orache stand in. His jade green energy flashing out and crackling like a roaring fire. The flames of chi simply rising off of him and coursing like the blood in his muscle. His biceps and heart throbbing and beating quickly from the excitement of battle. Though, his suspicion of victory had been crushed as the cyan aura of his opponent exploded like a gas leak, the famous Burst Tsurunoha being readied and fired.
Dodging was a fools game, it left the user weak and vulnerable. Not only this, but at times it wasn't a definite one would succeed.
Taking this in mind, Orache had reeled his fist back. Curling his fingers into the palm and gathering enough Ki to surround his entire hand. Immediately thrusting it forward and unfurling his fingers to unleash a basic concentration of channeled chi. The emerald green beam sent out and hoping to combat against the Burst Tsurunoha. Unfortunately, Orache hadn't realized the intensity of the family attack, thus rendering his null and struck. His body sent flying back and the pain worse than a thousand knives and the blistering of a million sunburns.
The male's clothing tattered from the attack, his right leg burned and his thigh singed. Even his wrist and ankle armor had been burned and charred some. Though, Orache hadn't been out of the fight. Not yet, not ever.
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Post by Zasho Hirugetsu on Jan 18, 2015 22:05:36 GMT
Thuuum!
The blast had streaked through the sky, the initial stages of it shrouded by the choking sands that had lent it a certain air of stealth. Orache had been unable to evade in time, but he had intelligently defended himself. Zasho smiled as the cyan light bathing him illuminated his features all the more vibrantly than the simple beauty of his aura, the shine of his Burst Tsuruha all the brighter! Hirugetsu felt his arms recoil as the youth's own energy collided with his own, but it mattered not, the technique of his clan overwhelmed the simpler blast and battered into the body of the boy. . . Boom!
All at once, it exploded, knocking the adversary of Zasho higher into the sky and bruising, battering, and singing him. The older male was quite pleased with his efforts, and with a grunt and a push of his legs he went air-borne once again to bring the battle to the boy whom foolishly thought he could best him, in what world, child? Zasho was lusting with battle, his aches and pains momentarily forgotten as he channeled his reserves into the rush. Within a second, he was upon the younger man. The Tsurunoha spheres had been consumed by the Burst Tsurunoha, Orache would note, but Hirugetsu seemed not to mind. Despite the damage incurred to his body and his depleted energy reserves, he felt he held the advantage.
A left jab flicked out, aimed just beneath the eye of the younger male as the arm retracted for defense, but the right appendage sought him out immediately after. A straight, the hips turned into the second blow and accentuated the power of the dominant hand of the son of the Hirugetsu as it sought the chin itself. Both blows were, primarily, a ruse. The truest attack of the triad came immediately after, capitalizing on the turning hips to bring that shin up once again with the strategy in mind to keep Orache's guard high, his attentions focused on defending his head. Aye, once again that crushing body kick sought his ribs.
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Post by Ora on Jan 19, 2015 1:30:47 GMT
The son of Orion had reeled. Seething with excitement and pain, somewhat. His muscle beginning to ache a tad but his inner strength forcing him forward and continuing with battle. He growled some, glaring at his attacker and watching as he quickly closed the spacing between he and Orache. The teenager lunging forward and into the assailant with a great haste.
His speed matching him with ease. He rolled himself backward, avoiding the fast straight. The second attack evaded with a slight ease and bringing suspicion to the young teen. Though, he tried for a bone crushing and blood curdling fist for Zasho's nose, his attack hopefully making it but with the price of his ribs being struck by the other man's shin.
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