Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2014 23:05:36 GMT
~A Few Weeks After Landing~
It was as if he couldn't feel his face. The Raven haired "pretty boy" had just recieved a pretty decent ass whooping from his training partner, the red haired lion demon, Dayar. The some-what pale skinned warrior looked up at the demon from his laying position, holding onto his chest after recieving a punishing blow to his left breast, causing him to lose a bit of breath at first from the punch. Jicama opened his mouth to speak, only to be kicked in the chest once again.
"No words, just shut up and fight me! C'mon, get up you worm, I'm here to make you stronger, not watch you bitch out!"
Jicama reached for his chest and held onto it tightly, a bit worried that this training might not even be right for him. It was like, he wasn't that much of a pretty boy where he didn't want to be hurt at all, it's just that, he didn't like being hurt this much, and Dayar was a demon so he didn't know his own capabilities at times, and would accidentally place too much power into his hits. Jicama just shook his head and stood slowly, preparing himself with a stance of elegance, one that resembled the ready stance of a crane, but at the same time resembled the striking patterns of a tiger, all while standing still, he was ready to take on Dayar and possibly win this spar without many consequences coming to either of the warriors.
The Red haired leo charged at the black haired "alien" (to the Humans) with his killer instinct reaching it's peak as he came at him, Jicama loved sparring with Dayar for this one reason.... And that was because of how resilient he was at times and how determined he was. It was what made Jicama train with him every chance he could get, and it was a great experience for the both of them. Jicama was so timid at times, well, most of the time, depending on who he was with. But Dayar was so brash and vibrant at all times, sometimes he was so enthusiastic about fighting that he would get himself beat by Enzeru because he let his guard down too much and/or got sloppy mid-fight.
It was very.... Unprofessional. As Dayar charged, Jicama readied himself, an orb of ki forming in the palms of his hand as he arched his back slight in the opposite angle of where Dayar was coming. As soon as he was in front of him, the blue haired warrior extended his hand towards the ground right in front of him, causing a lot of dirt and smoke to pop up, temporarily blinding the lion-like demon. And just like that, Jicama was on the offensive, forcing his left hand forwards and letting off an invisible blast of ki that sent a ripple through the smoke, causing it to not only clear, but it blasted Dayar backwards, and into a tree forcefully. And not only through that tree, but through the next one, and the next one, and.... Let's just say, eleven trees (exactly) were knocked down in the process of this attack. Jicama picked himself up with his ki and floated over to Dayar with a smile on his face.
"But you were talking about me?! C'mon, I didn't hit you that hard, get up...! Too much pussy on the mind, tuna breath?"
He wasn't even trying to be funny, but it was the traditional friend thing to do at a moment like this... Talk bad about each other to boost each other to work harder.... This was the life for any real warrior, and Jicama loved every second of it. As he spoke these words, Dayar stood up slowly from his stretched out positioning. He looked the blue haired martial artist up and down and scoffed a bit, before chuckling at him with nothing but cockiness radiating off of his pale flesh.
"You're a really funny dude, I'll give you that..... But I'm just getting started.... You still look like you've been using Kool-Aid for your hair dye...."
Another corny joke coming from one of the two, but it was just enough to get the "pretty boy" back into a fighting mood. He got back into his odd ball like, but elegant stance, staring Dayar up and down. And just like that, Dayar charged at him and a barrage of punches and kicks were exchanged, a few raw blows were enough to blast past the others, but of them taking a bit of damage from the fist and foot exchanges. It was perfect, they were almost equals in power, but Dayar had the advantage when it came to determination and power, Jicama had the red head beat in speed, style and technique, which was all he needed for what he had planned. Jicama ended the exchange by grabbing a hold of both of Dayar's fists. Then, as Dayar tried to head butt him, Jicama ducked back and placed both of his legs up to his chest, then extending them flawlessy, booting Dayar in his chest hard enough to send him flying, causing him to burst through a near by platoon.
The force of the landing would cause the platoon to fall over and make the ground quake roughly, the rest of the Earth barely being able to survive the impact. It was that rough. Dayar's power level had dropped quickly, and Jicama couldn't tell if he was dead or not, but he couldn't be... Right...?
"Alright, enough games.... C'mon Dayar, get the hell out of the mountain dude.... It's not funny anymore, c'mon bro, get out.... Bro.... Quit playing.... Dude, are you okay...?!"
It was as if he couldn't feel his face. The Raven haired "pretty boy" had just recieved a pretty decent ass whooping from his training partner, the red haired lion demon, Dayar. The some-what pale skinned warrior looked up at the demon from his laying position, holding onto his chest after recieving a punishing blow to his left breast, causing him to lose a bit of breath at first from the punch. Jicama opened his mouth to speak, only to be kicked in the chest once again.
"No words, just shut up and fight me! C'mon, get up you worm, I'm here to make you stronger, not watch you bitch out!"
Jicama reached for his chest and held onto it tightly, a bit worried that this training might not even be right for him. It was like, he wasn't that much of a pretty boy where he didn't want to be hurt at all, it's just that, he didn't like being hurt this much, and Dayar was a demon so he didn't know his own capabilities at times, and would accidentally place too much power into his hits. Jicama just shook his head and stood slowly, preparing himself with a stance of elegance, one that resembled the ready stance of a crane, but at the same time resembled the striking patterns of a tiger, all while standing still, he was ready to take on Dayar and possibly win this spar without many consequences coming to either of the warriors.
The Red haired leo charged at the black haired "alien" (to the Humans) with his killer instinct reaching it's peak as he came at him, Jicama loved sparring with Dayar for this one reason.... And that was because of how resilient he was at times and how determined he was. It was what made Jicama train with him every chance he could get, and it was a great experience for the both of them. Jicama was so timid at times, well, most of the time, depending on who he was with. But Dayar was so brash and vibrant at all times, sometimes he was so enthusiastic about fighting that he would get himself beat by Enzeru because he let his guard down too much and/or got sloppy mid-fight.
It was very.... Unprofessional. As Dayar charged, Jicama readied himself, an orb of ki forming in the palms of his hand as he arched his back slight in the opposite angle of where Dayar was coming. As soon as he was in front of him, the blue haired warrior extended his hand towards the ground right in front of him, causing a lot of dirt and smoke to pop up, temporarily blinding the lion-like demon. And just like that, Jicama was on the offensive, forcing his left hand forwards and letting off an invisible blast of ki that sent a ripple through the smoke, causing it to not only clear, but it blasted Dayar backwards, and into a tree forcefully. And not only through that tree, but through the next one, and the next one, and.... Let's just say, eleven trees (exactly) were knocked down in the process of this attack. Jicama picked himself up with his ki and floated over to Dayar with a smile on his face.
"But you were talking about me?! C'mon, I didn't hit you that hard, get up...! Too much pussy on the mind, tuna breath?"
He wasn't even trying to be funny, but it was the traditional friend thing to do at a moment like this... Talk bad about each other to boost each other to work harder.... This was the life for any real warrior, and Jicama loved every second of it. As he spoke these words, Dayar stood up slowly from his stretched out positioning. He looked the blue haired martial artist up and down and scoffed a bit, before chuckling at him with nothing but cockiness radiating off of his pale flesh.
"You're a really funny dude, I'll give you that..... But I'm just getting started.... You still look like you've been using Kool-Aid for your hair dye...."
Another corny joke coming from one of the two, but it was just enough to get the "pretty boy" back into a fighting mood. He got back into his odd ball like, but elegant stance, staring Dayar up and down. And just like that, Dayar charged at him and a barrage of punches and kicks were exchanged, a few raw blows were enough to blast past the others, but of them taking a bit of damage from the fist and foot exchanges. It was perfect, they were almost equals in power, but Dayar had the advantage when it came to determination and power, Jicama had the red head beat in speed, style and technique, which was all he needed for what he had planned. Jicama ended the exchange by grabbing a hold of both of Dayar's fists. Then, as Dayar tried to head butt him, Jicama ducked back and placed both of his legs up to his chest, then extending them flawlessy, booting Dayar in his chest hard enough to send him flying, causing him to burst through a near by platoon.
The force of the landing would cause the platoon to fall over and make the ground quake roughly, the rest of the Earth barely being able to survive the impact. It was that rough. Dayar's power level had dropped quickly, and Jicama couldn't tell if he was dead or not, but he couldn't be... Right...?
"Alright, enough games.... C'mon Dayar, get the hell out of the mountain dude.... It's not funny anymore, c'mon bro, get out.... Bro.... Quit playing.... Dude, are you okay...?!"