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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2015 3:08:36 GMT
Well it had turned out that Athren’s quick thinking and his after-image technique had finally gotten the better of the Namekian who had usually caught onto that trick. Though Athren wouldn’t be complaining. He had just salvaged himself from a namekian group beating. That wouldn’t have been very fun, now would it?! Now that the four had now joined into one, Athren had only one target to worry about.
Though what the hell had that babbling been about?! The young saiyan wasn’t even thinking about running. That would be pathetic, that would truly show weakness. Athren would NEVER run, NEVER surrender. He was a true saiyan warrior with pride and he wasn’t going to let anybody bring him down.
“You think I’m going to run?” Athren said aloud confidentally with a devilish smirk on his face. There was NO sign that Athren was going to run so why the hell would he have brought it up? Before Athren continued to speak he crossed his arms in front of his chest firmly, this was done mostly to taunt the opposing fighter whom had stood before him. “I’m not going anywhere, Namek. I’m staying here until you’re under my foot BEGGING for mercy. How does that sound?!” With a few seconds pause Athren returned into his combat stance. Confident and prouder and even. He was determined, determined to make his words come true! Nothing was going to stop him.
It hadn’t been a full four seconds after he had said his words and the namekian had taken action. He took a stance. Feet spread, body slightly hunched over. His tongue exposed and veins popping from his head. His muscles then began to grow and extend and Athren knew exactly what was taking place. Ukare was unleashing his true potential. His giant form.
Staring up into the Namek’s eyes Athren spoke up again. “I was wondering when you were going to bring out this transformation. Finally. You refuse to hold back, give me your best!” With that, Athren stepped forward and began to rush in.
Not making it very far, the young fighter watched the green skinned man begin to unleash a LARGE amount of what appeared to be ki blasts around the lookout, but .. why?! It didn’t make sense. None of them were aimed towards the opponent!? With all the energy orbs gather around the lookout it had hit the young saiyan like a brick dropped on his head. ~ Nowhere to run? That’s why he said it! He plans to enclose all of those on me! Damn it!~ Athren needed a solution and fast.
With options very limited he wouldn’t have a choice but to take a hit. He had already decided that dodging or evading just simply wasn’t an option. His only two options were let them all hit him or try and destroy a few of the orbs and it exactly a difficult decision.
With little to no time to react Athren flew backwards swiftly. He stopped exactly on the edge of the wall of energy with his back facing it. He then kept his focus on Ukare with the glowing orbs in his peripherals. During this time Athren also put both his hands forward and began to charge a ball of Ki just an inch or two away from them. This ball was of the color orange and had a red tint to it.
He charged this attack while the orbs approached him. Though he wouldn’t exactly have long to do so.
It was instantly upon the signal from the Namek that the orbs directly to Athren’s left, right and rear had closed in on him and began colliding with him. It was a painful experience, one that he had never hoped to experience again. The orbs felt like they were burning his saiyan flesh and the force of impact felt like a nuclear bomb being dropped. Yet the orbs have been so small. It didn’t add up. His clothes began to rip and tear, his body became bruised, burned and bloody though his front had mostly remained fine. When the time was right Athren unleashed his massive attack though maybe to the Namek’s surprise, it wasn’t aimed at anything. “NOVA FLASH!” Athren shouted out at the top of his lung as he let the massive wave of energy blast out of it’s confined ball of raw power and tear through the incoming orbs and destroying them, with no target in sight the beam found it’s way off the lookout and flew through the open skies.
At this point, the saiyan’s shirt tore off as almost all of the back and shoulders were missing. His senzu’s that had been bagged and to his front feel to his feet with a thud. Though they would have been GREAT right about now, he refused. He wasn’t going to eat one. No. He was out to prove something. The saiyan’s arms came back down to his sides. His breathing heavy, his pants ripped and torn. This was quite the battle, wasn’t it? Though he NEEDED to find a way to win. Starting down his opponent the saiyan stood in a fatigued looking state. “Heh.. That all you got..?” He taunted again.
Nova Flash 100% PL 110,773fired at Hell Zone Grenade 100% = PL 173,312, = 62,529 Damaged received.
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Post by Naroka on Feb 26, 2015 3:43:55 GMT
"..Feh!" Naroka sneered, watching as his signature Hellzone Grenade made it's appearance yet again in a conflict between the Namek and his opponent. But it seemed Athren had yet another plan for the circumstances presented unto him. Taking damage from the back, he seemed to dash into the wall covering his rear end and crash hard. Taking it like a warrior and utilizing a technique of his own: Another Nova Flash! The styled attack destroying the incoming spheres of ki with ease yet the recoil received was the usage of chi as well the burning hits of the grenades behind the Saiyajin.
Despite his injured state, Athren continued taunting. The fools mouth truly would prove his demise rather than his victory. Had he been smart, he would have chosen to rush the Namek down rather than float and talk all this nonsense. It was no wonder he was so weak in the mind of strength and only useful for his muscle. Naroka, himself, had chosen to ignore his now weaker opponents remarks and go onward with the fight to prove his point. His ki crackling off his very body, his body turned to a Namekian Missile, aimed for the tailed wonder that rest but feet away from him. His speed enhanced a great deal, had he been capable of saying so himself! Closing said gap lead to the progression of such conflict.
Ukare closed in quickly, his arm reeled back to deliver a powerful straight towards Athren's nose. His forearm twitched as he did release the hold, quickly stopping and feinting his opponent. Had his feint been in succession, Naroka immediately would have grabbed Athren by the wrists again and use his own muscle strength to roll back in the skies to force Athren back onto the lookout grounds. It felt near impossible to fail, given his opponent being fatigued quite some deal and his own energy put at its highest peak. With the roll being followed by a close dash into Athren to deliver a sharp kick into the Lookout tiles, then for the Namek to take to the floors and grab Athren's hands with his own rough and firm palms, locking fingers with his once called ally. He was vulnerable to counters, quite badly as Athren's weakened state gave him some sense of assurance. Yes, as he try for the lock on, he'd quickly lock eyesight with the Saiyan. His own pools of pure darkness gazing into the blue spectrums Athren saw with.
"..!"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2015 4:32:28 GMT
Though this was already known to Athren the Namekian did have one hell of a level head on his shoulders. He didn’t buy into any taunts and get angry. He was smarter than that. He controlled his emotions enough to keep focus in a fight though that didn’t mean Athren would stop with the taunts.
Once again it had been time to focus on the fight instead of nonsense. Ukare had been coming in quickly and it appeared he had been ready to continue the battle they had going on. Raising his arms into a defensive position Athren kept his ocean blue eyes on the namek. He was ready. Observing the green warriors cocked back fist Athren prepared himself for a nice and easy dodge. It shouldn’t have been too difficult to manoeuvre around, especially considering he made it EXTREMELY noticeable. He was about to move when Ukare had siked him out. Athren’s eyes went wide for a moment with surprise. He didn’t expect that and he definitely didn’t know what was coming next but he couldn’t help but assume that he’d find out pretty damn quickly.
Before he had knew it he came into a very uncomfortable contact with the tiles that had covered the flat of the lookout. “URGH!” Athren blurted out as the pain started to get to him. Was he really losing?! This badly?! Damn it. Quickly he got back to his feet. His eyes caught the dedicated namekian once again in close and personal. ~ Fuck! He’s fast. How the hell am I supposed to be him like this!~ With little to no time, Athren attempted to sidestep to his right.
His sidestep to the right would have interrupted the Namek’s grapple but BARELY. He could still easily grab Athren’s left arm and fist. .. Leaving it open for pain.
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Post by Naroka on Feb 27, 2015 20:23:45 GMT
"Now you're mine!" The Namek bellowed, his mouth parted and stretching out to display how serious and angered he was from the excitement an testosterone he was exerting. His eyes had narrowed for a moment as he locked onto Athren's left arm. He would have considered a totally different plan all together and perhaps tried to issue his machine gun kick that often worked and was to be worked on in terms of usability and efficiency. However, this time he went with a more obvious option; He had sprung backward onto his hands and then back onto his feet, taking one full flip backward to gain small distance between the Saiyajin and he. If he was to school Athren, it'd be done in a painful manner- in both pride and mortality.
He had shot his arm out once more for his signature style of the Mystic Arm. Hoping to grapple onto Athren's left wrist as it was possibly the most vulnerable piece of the enemy at the moment. Had his attempt been in success, the Namek would quickly begin a merciless spine breaker style attack. Meaning, he'd begin tossing and slamming Athren on the ground like a doll to a child! Useful and painful, quick too if it was used as a bridge between combos. "TAIEE!!" Naroka roared, his vocal chords rumbling violently and his gruff, deep voice booming out.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2015 0:56:31 GMT
The namek's words pierced Athren's ears. What he had been saying was quite true. He had managed to grip onto the young saiyan's arm firmly and tightly. The pain and pressure was quite severe. There would've been absolutely no way to slip his arm from the tight gripping flesh of the fighter. He in fact, was Ukares. With little to no way of pulling his arm out he'd have to try to get the giant fighter to loosen his grip and that wouldn't be an easy task but he'd have to try! He wasn't going down like this! There was NO chance that head suffer a defeat to this green slim again! He was nothing but a mere Namek! A peaceful and knowledgeable race! They weren't fighters! Athren was a saiyan! A powerful warrior bred to battle! Bred to conquer anybody who challenged him! This though continued to play through Athren's head. Reminding him of the differences between himself and the one he used to call a friend.
Going in for attempted ki blast aimed towards the giant fighters face Athren launched his right arm forward though he had been MUCH too slow. At this point the namekian had dominated Athren in almost every category. He was superior in EVERY WAY. Ukare had completely surpassed Athren in strength, size, power. EVERYTHING. The young saiyan needed some way to win but how!? During his little thought processing session the fighters body began to blow in the wind. His hair ruffled wildly as his momentum grew fast and faster. His body helplessly and uncontrollably stretching out. He was nothing but a toy for the green fighter. Damn it! There was just nothing!
As Athren's anger began to increase, he began to think more and more about how terrible this situation was. How did it become Namek over a Saiyan?! No! That wasn't how it was supposed to go. He wanted to beat Ukare, defeat him. Wipe him out completely. Make him bow! Beg for mercy! Oh how that would be so nice, but it wasn't going to happen anytime soon for his back had just collided with the hard tiles that had covered the floor of the lookout. Of course it wasn't that easy. When his back had collided with said tile it had smashed it into nothing but a handful of tile parts. Every muscle in his body had tightened up upon impacted, his eyes closed briefly as the pain echoed up his nerves.
He knew for a fact that he couldn't last long like this but as of now.. He was at the mercy of the Namekian.
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Post by Naroka on Mar 1, 2015 2:18:43 GMT
The Namek's assault had gone well. Finishing with a finale of one last smash. Fully dropping the Saiyajin onto the ground once more before shifting position quickly. Springing onto his hands through a backflip and then a flashy cartwheel to the side to move to Athren's forefront. Dashing once to close the small distance made before straddling the Saiyajin's waist. His knees bent as he over the opponent, grabbing Athren's hands and locking fingers. Quickly twisting his wrist and forcing their knuckles to the tiled ground. Locking eyes and creating strain and power over the enemy. Hoping to break his hands, to handicap him once and for all. To keep him from harming or even thinking about battle again. Still, Naroka had grunted and smirked. Deciding to really speak to his once upon a time friend.
"How does it feel?" Ukare leaned down. His fangs peeking from his upper lip and his eyes piercing the enemies. Hoping to break his very psyche and force him into a state of recession. To show, he was truly the king in the fight and not the Saiyajin. Indeed, while the Dragon clansmen were peaceful and docile, the Warrior Caate was far more aggressive and willing to break the offender's neck and punch their esophagus into the back of their throat. "To be weak. To realize you have no power. That you're nothing to a Namekian of greater will?!"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2015 21:15:13 GMT
Finally, a break. With the final smash Athren got tossed onto the ground like a helpless doll. "Augh.. Grr.." He grumbled as he managed to push himself to all fours. "Damn it.." he then proceeded to whisper quietly to himself. His gaze was on the ground. He had to focus on getting up first which would be a whole different challenge on its own. His whole body ached from the constant smashes against the hard tiles. Swiftly he felt himself get twisted over. He was once again down but this time the namekian had mounted him and locked his hands with Athren's own. There was absolutely nothing he could do. He didn't have the power to remove him from the pin. Now that his sight wasn't on the tiles but on the green ones face, Athren could see the smirk of victory he had worse on his face.
With a quick twist Athren's wrists broke. With a shriek of pain Athren let it known. "Gahh!" Though they stayed generally where they were supposed to. His knuckles hit the ground hard and cracked the tiles every more. This is here the namekian began to taunt the young saiyan. His teeth grinded against each other.
It was in this moment, that Athren had began to snap. The comment the namek said echoing through his head with no chance of escape. It would linger there until the saiyan could prove the words false. "Weak!?" he shouted. His tone full of anger. He was desperate for something to happen.. and little did he know. It was about too. "WEAK!?" He yelled again... Slowly, he began to fight back. Lifting up his broken wrists against the namek's weight and power.
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Naroka
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Post by Naroka on Mar 1, 2015 23:52:45 GMT
"..?!" Ukare grunted, the downed Saiyajin beginning to fight back and resist his very ending. His teeth grinding as well, he tried a tad harder as he push his weight down harder than before, forcing the other mans hands down against the ground and without any knowledge over what change was beginning to occur. Still, the Namek roared and boomed. Taunting the fool beneath him."You're nothing! Nothing!!"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2015 2:09:42 GMT
Having his hands thrust back into the damn tiles again even pissed the young saiyan off even more. There was NO way he was going to allow this to go on any longer, no more taunts. No more losing!
At that moment every single person he had ran into that was stronger than he had been began to run through his head. First, that damn snake lady?! Who the hell was she! She wasn’t a saiyan and yet at that time she was superior to him! Then there was Koramund! At first he was nothing but now!? He was six times as strong as Athren. How was that even possible!? He had worked so hard to become the strongest just so he could protect the ones he cared about yet when he tried and failed they grew disappointed with him!? It just wasn’t right! From day one this damn Namekian had been stronger, from day one Athren just couldn’t win! That was about to change.
Letting all of that get to him Athren began to push back once more. “I.. I’ll kill YOU!!!!” Athren shouted out as his eyes blinked turquoise for but a moment and his hair flicked blond for that same second. Though it didn’t maintain that colour. “YOU THINK I’M WEAK!? YOU THINK I’M PATHETIC!?” Shoving with everything he had, he once again to lift the Namek’s arms up.
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Post by Naroka on Mar 2, 2015 2:39:28 GMT
"What's this?!" Naroka grunted, his eyes widening some. His pronounced brow raised in such confusion, as he was flung backward. His enemies eyes had flashed turquoise and it appeared his hair had..rose? He didn't charge his ki! This was strange..why was this? Was he powering up? This was impossible, the fight was all his!
Naroka had scrunched his nose and wiggled it some, dashing back forward into Athren. The Namek aiming a strong fist for his cheek.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2015 5:00:15 GMT
Pushing back with everything he had actually worked! The Namekian had been forced off of the young saiyan warrior. His heart full of emotion the young saiyan warrior got to his feet. His ocean blue eyes that had been locked onto the namekian whom stood before him flickered quickly to turquoise once again as his hair stood up quickly and blinked golden again. Fighting through the pain of his wrists Athren clenched both of his fists tightly. His body began to shake violently. It wasn’t fear that drove him to this point though, it was anger, rage, rejection. The thought of all his effort going to waste, out the door and being completely a waste of his time. Why was it he put in so much effort to get strong when it wasn’t even meant for him? He did it for Sprocket, Kaiyo, Ukare, hell.. He even did it for Toma. He did it for all the ungrateful bastards that walked this damn planet. What did he get back? Kaiyo never made time for him, Toma never stopped in to visit, Ukare didn’t approve of Athren’s little freeze up when came and put his own life on the line for the damn guy. He risked his own life and even saved Ukares and that was the thanks he gets? Nobody appreciated him! Nobody! It was time to break all ties, time to become the saiyan that he was born to be. A fighter, the damn best with nobody capable of matching his strength. No more losing, no more weakness. He was the mightiest and it was time to rise up and claim it. With another quick flicker of turquoise and gold, Athren began to grind his teeth violently. It felt like his body was getting a boost in power. “Gah.. Grr…” He was going to let this all out. All of his emotions, let them flow! Paying absolutely no attention to his enemy at this point due to him being lost completely in his thoughts and feelings the Namekian’s HUGE fist collided solidly with his cheek. Though it had only managed to turn Athren’s head. At this point, Athren’s eyes locked onto Ukares as he began to straighten out his face and push the Namek’s fist back. His shake continuing, his veins began to somewhat pulse visibly. Finally, Athren began to speak sense, his tone full of hate and anger. “K-k..Kaiyo’s never there..” Though it was irrelevant to the current conflict it was completely relevant to Athren’s emotions coming through, the ones that he was bottling up. “Yet.. I tried so damn hard for her.. Swallowed my pride, adapted to this damn planet.. and for what?! To look like a damn fool! To be treated like a pet.. to be treated like…. Like I didn’t belong… She.. Just.. Doesn’t care…!” Of course this may have not been true, but in Athren’s eyes at the moment he believed his own words. Where the hell was she? Did she ever come and make the effort just to spend time with him!? He tried his damn best for nothing. “I-…I’m.. I’m DONE.. DONE WITH HER… A-a-and that DAMN DOG..” He once again paused, hi breathing getting heavy, though it wasn’t from fatigue. “T-they held me back.. From my true purpose.. my true power..!” Now that his softness had come out, it was time for the anger, and the rage. Letting out a few more grunts and growls Athren continued, this time the topic being of the one who had just put his fist into his face. Some friend, eh?! His eyes glaring into the Nameks. Another blink of turquoise and blonde taking over again for another second before his eyes went back to normal. Though this time, it was three blinks in a rapid succession. “You think I’m WEAK!?” Sure, it may have been true that Ukare had won EVERY single battle the two were in but that didn’t mean a damn thing. “I SHOWED UP TO SAVE YOU, AND YOU COMPLETELY IGNORE THAT FACT!” He continued, shaking dramatically, Growling and grunting. “Grr.. Gah.h.. urr..” His power level would SLOWLY be on the rise at this point. “Yet I’m WEAK!? You WOULD’VE BEEN DEAD IF IT WASN’T FOR ME SHOWING UP WHEN I DID. YOU IGNORANT BASTARD!” He exploded again, his voice loud, hateful. Pissed. Athren’s head then lowered. His eyes locked onto the broken tiles that the two of them had stood upon. “Yet, I’m WEAK!? WEAK!?!?!?” It was at this point with his head down that his wrists had come into view of his peripherals. Though he didn’t move his head. He moved his arms so them came clearly into view. They were brutally swollen. “A-and.. THIS is how you treat ME? A FRIEND!?!?!” He then moved his arms back to his sides. Fists tightly clenched. At this time, the tiles and debris began to slowly lift off the ground around the saiyan warrior. His hair and eyes doing the little flicker again. Everything he had just said rushed through his head again. Kaiyo never being there, her being a distraction that had almost gotten him killed in battle. Though it wasn’t her fault Athren WASN’T thinking that way. She had gotten into the way of his life and HAD to be removed. The damn mutt took up too much of his time, his time to train and become the absolute best that he could be! It was time for him to do it for him and nobody else! Nobody was going to hold him back at this point! Ukare, How he acted and treated Athren. The best of friends separated by a fuck up, a misunderstanding. If he cared he would’ve asked, but no. He didn’t. No more Ukare, No more friendship. It was for the weak! And there it was, that word that brought everything Ukare had said back into his mind, the pain he had caused. The embarrassment, the hits to his pride, the feeling of abandonment. The insults.. The reminder of his failures. No more, That was IT! At this time the whole damn lookout began to shake, maybe it was the whole planet? The the hell knew?! “I’VE HAD IT WITH YOU! I’VE HAD IT WITH EVERYBODY!” With that being said, Athren’s head lifted up as his power level EXPLODED with a blink of blinding light that lasted a second. His eyes turned turquoise and his hair flashed up in beautiful golden spikes and his eyebrows turned to that same shade. His tail that flowed behind him remained its shade of grey. His aura flared up as well, golden and flowing beautifully. Athren’s power level..? Unbelievable. Of course all the debris’ went flying in all directions and the lookout took quite some damage underneath the young super saiyan but that didn’t matter. It was time to finish this damn fight. Damage wrists or not, he was walking out of this as the damn victor. His eyes locked onto the Namek’s once again. He spoke up, his voice once again returned to it’s confident tone but that wasn’t it. There was more, with the confidence was anger. “I’m a SAIYAN and I WILL NOT FALL AGAIN!” Athren paused for a moment. “Especially not by you, Namek. Now. Let’s finish this thing.”With that being said, Athren launched his first attack as a Super Saiyan. He hovered quickly towards the Namek and unleashed a devastating right kick towards the Namek’s giant shoulder, and it would’ve hurt and most likely sent the Namekian FLYING…
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Post by Naroka on Mar 2, 2015 21:10:00 GMT
"What is this?!"
Naroka grunted in fear. He could never sense ki but something about Athren had changed drastically. Be it his newly golden hair or his turquoise eyes, there was no chance in all of hell the Namek could keep his edge over the fight where the current positions had stood. His power level was instantly dwarfed to what the other male had in store. Stricken by what awe was there, he himself had frozen up. Hunched over and eyes opened to where it was abnormal, the Namek was unable to act; His shoulder struck and his body sent spiraling like a dart flicked by the wrist! The pain becoming something else...it was incredible how this bawl had suddenly shifted tides. Naroka being kicked into the ground upon the kicks aftermth, his shoulder scraped and the purple ooze showing itself. Ukare being laid out, trying to assess as much of this situation as he could.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2015 0:21:41 GMT
He heard the Namekian spit out a question yet he didn't have an honest answer. Athren didn't know what the hell had just happened though he wasn't exactly going to complain. Whatever did happen gave him a massive edge over the namekian fighter, a huge one. Broken wrists or not, This fight was Athrens. Nothing was going to get in the way of him and his victory. Considering that Ukare had really shown no signs of mercy, neither was Athren. He was going to finish this quickly and make sure Ukare felt it.
Without giving the opposition a moments time to think about the situation or react, Athren blasted himself over to the place that Ukare had landed and made his move. In a swift motion he aimed his right foot towards the giant Namekian's side. This was simply meant to blast the damn fighter off the lookout, though.. that wouldn't be it. He was going to eat dirt, REAL dirt. It was.. a long way down.
If his kick had been successful, Athren would've blasted himself to where Ukare had been heading to cut him off. With nothing but air underhim he would've locked his fingers together regardless of the pain and brought them up over his head. If the namek had fallen into position as planned, the young super saiyan would've brought down his hands double axe handle style and sent the one known as Ukare downward towards the earth.
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Post by Naroka on Mar 4, 2015 0:34:42 GMT
The Namek was nothing but a doll at this point. His opponent utilizing his power comfortably. This shown from how quickly Athren had zipped over and delivered the swift kick to Ukare's shoulder. His body sent flying much like a drill over the Lookout's edge and into the air around him. While he thought the assault was over after the single blow, he was followed. Fast. With Athren delivering a nasty double handed axe-punch into his spine and sent him in the direction for earth.
His legs and body ultimately paralyzed from the attack and leaving him to a quick descent into the earth. His body going null from the blunt trauma received from the enemy, and thus coinciding with how he had been left upon landing. The earth below being left with a rather large crater from how hard Naroka had dropped and his limbs unable to push himself back up. His once black pupils had become white, lined black. Symbolizing his permanent defeat. His form sprawled out and all!
K.O.!!
[Officially dead!]
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2015 2:00:51 GMT
Watching as the Namekian sped towards the ground Athren smirked. He wondered how much the Namekian fighter could take. Quickly he followed him down to the ground and launched his right foot towards his ribcage.
Considering the Namekian warrior was already deceased Athren crushed his ribcage into his organs like nothing.
Arching a brow, the young saiyan stared down at his old friend who was now nothing but dead. "And.. Yet you call me weak..?" With a pause Athren chuckled darkly. "I didn't even have to try.."
With that being said, Athren blasted up back to the lookout to recover his senzu beans.. then, he headed for the apartment.
CLOSED.
PL PLZ
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