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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on May 27, 2015 19:57:05 GMT
(This is the beginning of Pieter's journey to become a master of his own, unique school, as well as the journey to become strong.)
How long had it been since Pieter left Fukurou? Left his home... Months, no doubt, right? Pieter's adventure above the clouds, to the Kami's plateau wasn't much to see, yet the information on what has happened to the youngster form of Reikiko to come to be had him thinking on what he should do. He had not given the Namekian Kami the new response about if he would be joining them to defend the planet. Of course, his answer would be yes, but at the moment, with power beyond reckoning. Perhaps it had been due to himself slacking off or it was his muse, to search for the answer to the question plaguing his mind, but it was clear enough to him that he needed to surmount it.
He had come to a conclusion: He needed to go on a new journey, to make his soul hardy and ready for the tribulations soon to come. He had gone to the edge of Fukurou once more, telling his brother to meet him there about something. Waputhi came and he asked what was troubling his younger, smaller sibling. Pieter told him, "What has plagued my mind since the serpent, brother. It has worn down my spirit, and my will to become strong, like the Wolf's spirit residing in me. I realize now that it is making me absent minded of those around me. I must go on a spiritual journey, like the ancestors of the old Karinga, to reconcile this. I will not be returning to our home in Fukurou for some time, I feel. I would like the message to be relayed to the Chieftain and the eldest of us all."
His brother agreed to do this, but gave a warning to Pieter, "The answers that we seek only come us when we do not seek. The journey will be as long as your seeking... This was the lesson that the eldest had taught us, Wolfbane, at least. Let me know if this is true or not when you return."
Pieter nodded and, with clothes and rations for 3 days at ready, he made his way into the Fortuneteller's Desert, that mysterious land south of his home.
Present
It had been 2 days since Pieter began his journey. He had lowered his strength to a minimal level of 3,000 to conserve his energy. His rations had been scarce to begin with, and with the weights on, they would not last long. He had one more meal left, at most, with him. He had decided to travel on foot rather than the sky, so that he could feel more in tuned with the wolf. The ground had been rough, being burnt by the sun and the Great Fire Lizards of long past. His feet ached from the walking, his body sweating, but his will was strong. He wished to see what he would find out here now. In the past, he tried to come out with Toma, to train his Oozaru form, but this did not happen, as his brother invited him to his wedding and a party went on for a week.
The hunter felt bad about it, wanting to make it up to the down saiyan, but he hadn't been able to. It was something he would do later, to make up for his shortcoming. Until then, though, he'd have to put this in t he back of his mind... Especially with the short supply of water he had. That was the more immediate goal Pieter had in mind. With large stalks of mushrooms taller than 2 story buildings about, a safe water supply would be difficult to find. He would have to find animal tracks, to see if they would lead him there. The question, though, was would he be able to find them? With the Earth beneath as solid as it had been, it would be fairly difficult to accomplish!
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2015 20:36:10 GMT
[PL 48,653 Wight light weights 36,490]
The old bandit camp he'd cleaned out a while back was still there only now buried in sand from passing storms and recent winds. The few bodies that remained were now under a few feet of sand and would likely be dried out in their tomb for the ages. The remnants of the machinery, vehicles, and camps were nothing but tattered remains now also ripped and thrashed by what the desert did at its worst. An now without people to aid in its care it would soon fall to nothing. A forgotten place for a forgotten pack of thieves. Jarvis hoping to return and gain some salvage to refill his pockets with coin but it was clear from the sight that wasn't going to be happening.
The sword was at his back a cutlass sheathed and ready. His boots of human combat style as well as his pants the same black military style. Under neath it he wore a sleeveless saiyan boy suit the upper part visible as a shirt. His pouch on his belt carried a couple capsules and his gloves were lightly weighted. The scouter had a aqua lens visor and both ear pieces gave him a little surprise when it notified him of a rather small but decent power level nearby. Someone a little above your average folk walking around. Perhaps more of these bandits did remain the idea giving him a little grin slithering on his lips. The visor giving a full reading before he'd kick off of the ground jetting through the air a blast of sand kicking off from where he took off and raining down in a sandy rain.
He'd dash through the skies quickly clicking the side of the scouter with a tap capsulizing it and putting it in his pouch of capsules. Liking the clean fresh air on his face and breezing through his blue locks of hair as the wind flowed around him. His blue tail lightly waving behind him. He had the eyes of a hunter and noticed when he saw his prey. The shape of a man in the distance as he'd perch high on a rock ledge that stood as tall as a house. A few rocky pillar formations like this scattered now and again in various places in the desert lands. He'd stand up high looking down at some man walking among the desert. Curious why someone would be out this far alone and also walking. He dreaded the idea of having to walk though such a place. Thinking it'd have been a fools errand for one to attempt without the gift of flight under their belt. He'd be upward to look at him would require to look into the sun lightly given the angle. "Well well well... What have we here? Someone go and get themselves lost in the desert? Or do you just enjoy the sandy death the valley likes to show off? A little curious ya know, About why you be walking around in these parts Boyo?" His voice direct with that spirited jest in it as if he was about to tell some gag or offer you a drink. But for know he just leaned forward listening to what the fellow would have to say. The blue haired saiyan curious at what kind of strange wanderer he'd found roaming the deadly sand this day. "Not exactly the safest place to be dontcha know." He'd say in a matter of fact tone trying to get a better look. Curious if this was a bandit at all or some lost daft traveler. No Idea what really stood before him bellow on the sandy floor bottom.
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on May 28, 2015 2:36:08 GMT
Pieter felt a presence above him coming closer. From what the hunter could tell, if he were to be at half his strength, the guy would be equal... At least, that is what it felt like. Pieter, though, continued walking, coming up to rocky pillars of what used to either be a grandiose canyon or mighty mountain that now was nothing but shade to the creatures below. He made his way into the pillars to catch some shade. The presence came above him, landing on one of the pillars above him. His voice had a whimsical manner to it, as he asked, in translation to Pieter: 'What the devil are you doin' walkin' about in the sandy crapper?!'
To it, Pieter responded, looking up at the man, "Journeys are common through deserts such as these. It's a test of survival, as well as a mind opening experience to even the mighty creatures that become to boastful in their power... But yes, it is indeed not the safest place to be."
His tone, as he spoke to the man, showed experience. The tribal marks on his face had been tattoo'd on, the marks of his deeds. The 3 red claws under each of his eyes reflecting his might over one of the many Land Shapers, with blue etchings streaming from the top of his face that told the story of his victory over the Corrupt Serpent of the river. His hair was tied into a long ponytail, braided to keep it in shape. The saiyan hunter was garbed in a heavy looking animal skin vest that covered only part of his chiseled form. His legs had tanned brown leather pant over them, that despite their rugged appearance, looked as though they were very stretchable. Pieter's 42 in. tail wrapped around his waist, though twitched slightly in the presence of this individual. It wasn't the only thing, too, as his saiyan blood was shivering at the chance of battle... Something his human portion was keeping in check, thankfully.
The man above him, too, appeared to be saiyan of origin, but his hair had been blue, as was his own tail. It lead Pieter to assume that this man wasn't from around here, and even more so as he noticed the scouter on the man's face. The man's skin looked as pale as a Northern Human from the far Northeast, and didn't seem to even be getting a tan in the blazing heat. Pieter asked this individual, "And what, I dare ask, does a man of the stars want with me, a simple traveller in these sandy wastelands? Surely, a half-breed saiyan such as yourself doesn't just show up out of the blue to make small talk... Though, to be frank, it sometimes does indeed happen with me."
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2015 4:17:16 GMT
Jarvis couldn't help but snicker a bit at the mans first comments. As he stood high above on his rock pillar perch like a hawk eyeing the man bellow. Lightly licking his lips as a curious nature churned in his gut and spirit. It was always the strange ones in his life that lead to the craziest adventures. An what was a pirate, smuggler, adventurer without adventures! He'd be chuckling but only lightly just enough for the man to hear him most likely as his blue hair would shine in the sunlight. "Well ya know 'friend'. Power is allot like gold and fancy tings. Sometimes... ya just gotta flaunt it and let the world know you stand just a tad higher on the totem poll." He'd sneer though after a moment.
The man looked decent enough but that term half-breed. It didn't sit right with him. Something always edged to that word like people were taking a stick at him even when speaking innocently. His tail would lightly twitch in its flow behind him. Like a animal tensing even if his face only showed a light eye twitch besides his pearly white smirk. "Don't call go callin me a half-breed. I'm just me and I got a little blood from this or that but that don't mean I'm half of anything or less then something else. I'm also a bastard, a cad, scoundrel. Doesn't' mean I ain't no good man as well." He'd reach down gripping the side of the pillar bellow.
Then he'd begin to slide down the rock sided wall of it sliding down quickly as light dust and rubble strewn about in the sliding fall. A gravely sound as he tore into rock easily with his weighted gloves. Before leaping off the last eight feet or so landing on his feet with a bit of dust shooting up and a clack of his heels on the ground in a crouch to recoil the fall. Before standing up straight and running a hand through his hair to lightly fix it for a moment. Blue hues staring down on the man with a ever present painted slithery grin upon his lips. "Ya look a tad strange though. I have to say I haven't seen many folks like you walking about with such interestin ink and style. There more like ya? Curious what kinda girlies ya got stashed away in dis desert death valley." He'd say scratching at his chin playing the jesting tease. Approaching the man slowly one foot at a time in a slow steady pace crossing his arms behind him. AT his shoulder the handle of his sword so he wasn't near anywhere to pulling it to not set off tempers. "Surely you ain't out here all alone? at least not completely? Got a little safe haven nearby? A little town and settlement? Surely ya got something worth while... in checking about."
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on May 28, 2015 5:11:11 GMT
The attitude on this man before Pieter... It was slowly tapping away at Pieter's wall of peace. The man didn't want to be called a half-breed, despite the fact he just named a slew of slurs to describe the type of person he was. The way the man walked up to Pieter was like a hound looking for a dame, with a snake's grin on top of that. Pieter could tell a bit that this man was older than he was, but not by very much. In comparison to him, the hunter looked more weathered by the planet he lived on, while this man looked as though he had been more of a gallivanter than a fighter, but he was tempered in battle. This, Pieter could tell.
"Mm. Power to flaunt without regard to what may happen. For you to do so, looking at me, a man larger than yourself, you must feel that you own more than to show... But a fight is not to be sought out here, where life is so scarce and barren. The comment, you see, is one I make towards fellows of similar kind. As for your question about me and any, 'ladies,' there are none to be found. If you're looking to gallivant, you should head to the Southern Capital, where 'dames' wear outfits skimpy outfits that barely cover anything, especially during this time of year," Pieter explained. As he did, the hunter noticed the man moved his hands to his back, where the handle of a sword was.
To the last comment, Pieter replied, with a smirk, "Haven lies in wherever the Serpent deems suitable to live, which is anywhere. I am nomadic in this regards..."
Pieter took a deep breath, and with a powerful motion and a release of his bag, released it and revealed his hidden power! The wind erupted from him, as his power level shot to the 30 thousands in mere seconds! His gaze became piercing, as he told the man, "Now why don't you leave me be, or else you'll find yourself wanting to be eaten by the carrion of this desert."
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2015 5:51:32 GMT
He was quick to answer his hand folded behind his back as he moved lightly and quick a little light on his feet. He seemed a bit curious but cautious as well pausing in his advance. He could sense when perhaps he had to be careful on a approach. He'd dealt with so many stand offs in his tame from all sorts of races and in between if it wasn't quality teaching it was at least quantity. "Life is indeed scarce... I settled down a mess of bandits out here not long back. Took it down a few notches here or there on the life scales. An south city doesn't exactly give out the tastes I like. I'm a man of flavor Boyo, I need variety..." He'd say chuckling out biting his bottom lip. Slowly as he'd start walking again instead of towards the man though this time. He'd start walking around him pacing slowly circling him. "Also mate... Size isn't exactly something to make me worry. A smaller man cans sometimes move a bit faster. Slip a blade in yer ribs while the big man roars like a lion." Licking his lips still unable to tell if this man was something to fear worry or be interested in.
"So you a snake in the grass?" His smile inching up in its curve. Making a little jab at the way he spoke. Finding it interesting though the stranger the better as his nature was caught more closer as the conversation continued. He seemed to contemplate the mans words thinking making a full circle around him before turning on his boot pointing at the man. Although feeling a little sensation of worry for just a moment. "I'm afraid I can't do dat just yet. I'm curious what your doing this far out. That you ain't league with anyone I was supposed to makes sure was dead. As for the desert mate... I've cheated lady death enough to not mind flirting with her a bit. An the way you're talking I may have life her skirt a bit." His hands going to his sides calmly but being formed into fists. You could hear the cloth of his gloves lightly making stretching sounds from the hard squeeze of balled fists. He clearly didn't seem to like not getting his way. "Curious... maybe I should have a look around... maybe see if ya got a group of your own here here. Maybe you're holding out on me. Either way this desert has no masters... You may look tough but ya sure thats the way have to play this... chum?" There was plenty of pillars about. If this went south he could use them for quick cover. As well his blade was ready he just had needed the time to draw it. The heat would aid his fire burning but sadly with so little to burn he'd need direct hits if this man really did intend to fight. He had curious he had to give him that.
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on May 28, 2015 20:27:59 GMT
"This man is an idiot, isn't he," the hunter thought, keeping focused the man's position. As the man circled him, he told Pieter that he had apparently killed a few bandits out here not that long ago. He let the man finish his questioning first, before he'd give the man some information. The way he talked about death being a lady and not respecting it annoyed him a bit, too, but then the man felt the need to look around anyway.
To this, the hunter replied, "Very well. You may as well turn on that scouter, so you don't miss anything while you look around. And flirting with death too much will give you a kiss you'll never come back from."
Pieter walked over to his bag that he tossed to the side, lowering his power level back to 3 thousand once more as he picked it up. He took a calm breath, reaching into the bag and pulling out an old fashion'd water skin from it. It looked as though it was near empty, but there was a small bulge near the bottom of it. Pieter popped the string-tied cork off and squeezed the liquid from it. 10 droplets came out, 2 missing their mark, while the rest landed in his maw.
Pieter put the skin back into the bag, slinging it over his shoulder and calling out, "I'll be taking my leave, blue-breed. I'm not about to waste anymore energy on you. You're better off trying your hand at fighting the Blue Banner forces for some bounty. I would very much not like to have anyone trying to hunt me down because they got curious about me."
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2015 20:45:55 GMT
He'd reach into his pouch at his belt fumbling around a few things also capsulizing his scouter taking it off and stashing it there before pulling out a cigar of human make and sticking it in his mouth as well as removing a match striking it on a nearby rock before lighting the cigar and taking a decent drag. A little smoke puffing out past his lips like a grey cloud. He'd then in a bit of anger seeing the mans back as he walked away he'd fire several blasts a little ways ahead of him destroying on of the rock pillars to make it collapse and try to block the mans path. "Lady death won't take me with a kiss me boy. When she finally gets me I'll still be feckin her with her dress thrown to the side. A real man goes with that sorta flash... I'm no fuckin blue-breed as well and you don't turn you back to me. I know enough of the blue banner as well. I've had me run ins with em messed one of em a little. Just some other form of law I refuse to recognize...." He clearly didn't like the idea of being walked away from. He took it as some form of insult. He'd already met many strong powers on this planet and didn't wish to be belittled. Or though of us as a weakling.
He'd sneer a bit licking his lips biting into the end of cigar talking without holding it with his hand as it balanced in his lips. Red embers and a little ash falling from the end and floating by on the wind. "You want to just walk away thats fine me boy... But you should know better then just to turn your back on a fellow...." His fists clenching as his fingers popped in a few cracking pops. The knuckles making the sound as the weighted gloves clenched tight into fists. So many folks on this planet were so prideful or weren't shy to flaunt their power. So a little of him was just bitter from that recently. Made it hard to even let a little inkling like this slide away. He'd reach over his shoulder and a ringing sound of metal being made as the blade sang with the ring as it slide from sheath. Its edge shining as the sun bounced off it. As it too signify he was serious. "Maybe I should see if I can find more like you..... I bet they'd be all kinds of fun judging from a cheery arse you are."
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on May 29, 2015 3:31:37 GMT
Pieter's path became blocked, with a ki blast demolishing a pillar. The hunter stopped, feet away from the fallen pillar. He heard the man talking, angry at the fact Pieter begun walking away from him. He dropped the sack on the ground once more before putting both hands together, with palms outward, and cracked his fingers. Perhaps it was time that he got himself a warm up, after all the time he'd spent in Fukurou. He turned back around at the now smoking hybrid, hands resting at the sides even as the man drew his sword from his back. The man was becoming successful at acquiring the saiyan hunter's attention, especially when he spouted he would try to find others like Pieter.
"You'll have some difficulty in that. This, I can assure you," Pieter explained, slipping both arms out of the sleeves of his vest. The vest fell like a five hundred pound anvil on the ground, piling on top of itself in a uncouth bundle. After that, the hunter rolled both shoulders, cracking them free of their tension. He shifted his head side to side, loosening his neck. His power level did not shoot up, though, as he was still containing the power in him.
"I am Pieter Wolfbane, and today, I will be the one who teaches you respect."
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2015 9:20:39 GMT
He'd take in the huffs of the cigar as he breathed as if it was natural as the act of breathing. The smock lightly just bellowing from his lips naturally lifting towards the blue sky and the burning bright sun above. He'd grip the gloves tighter as he watched the heavy cloth fall from the mans toned and strong looking body. This guy was likely a tough strong son of a bitch. An Jarvis knew there was a chance he was getting in over his head. But he couldn't just take it an let it go now. There was no chance to show he would show such weakness. "I respect no man who I don't see fit for it big boy. No matter what happens here you turned yer back on me. An ya have ta know dats a very rude thing to do when its just me and you out in the sunny desert such as dis." He'd draw in another drag before flicking a third of the remaining cigar towards the sand. The red embers lightly blazing as the heat bore down on it.
"Too many strong folks walking on dis world for me to go letting anyone tink they can disrespect me so easily. Sure you may not agree wit how I tink. But you surely you must understand." Smirking as a grin curved up the side of his cheek. As he'd remain calmly standing before shooting off towards the man. Quickly taking flight a foot or so off the ground. Trying to rip through the air and dash at the man trying to send a attempt to slash at him roughly as he went. Using the flight and power of his arms and rushing by to attempt to leave a hefty slash or cut as he'd go by. Aiming somewhere around the mans ribs or upper arm if the arm was in the way. His blue eyes trying to keep on the man as his spike blue locks of hair waved in the wind in fight. He could feel a little ache in his movements however. The recent fights of days passed were starting to wear down on him. Even as a saiyan to many fights so requently were starting to make his body have trouble recovering. Saiyan or no everyone needed a relaxing time frame now and again. But with no home here or contacts. He was alone and as he was used to more rough planets in Arcose owned space it was to foreign idea to him not too present a strong front when presented with challenges.
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on May 30, 2015 22:25:58 GMT
(Not really much to say here for Pieter here.)
"And I respect no man who intends to bring death for 'fun'!"
Pieter's voice carried a growl in it, as he readied himself! The man charged at him, sword brandished in his hand and aimed to rip open Pieter's chest. The hunter's lips widened to a toothy grin, as he quickly charged ki into his hand. He was going to prepare his King Tomahawk Slasher, but not now. He was going to show this rowdy snake what it means to mess with a wolf!
As the man slashed horizontally, Pieter shifted to all fours, the strike flying over Pieter instead of landing! As the man would fly by him, the hunter would rise and spin towards the man, his King Tomahawk Slasher being brandished in his hand. He was not going to show mercy to this man... The rage he was feeling right now was going to be directed at this man and if he did not holster himself, Pieter would find his Slasher imbedded in this man.
There was one thought going through his head, as he charged at the man with both hands on the Tomahawk... One thought that had haunted him for months... Perhaps even years. This thought, you may be wondering?
"I will end this monster!"
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2015 23:16:12 GMT
The blade slid over in the swing and missed the man as it made a slashing sound at air. Jarvis trying to stop himself as his feet hit the ground again as he went by the man. Skidding on the dirt lightly with a bit of dust and dirt kicking into the air in the skid. Feeling a bit of momentum come to a halt when eh finally did in fact make a complete stop. "I'll bring her where I desire! For I will never fear her laddie!" He'd raise his blade quickly though. Readying it to defend as it had little time to think of much else to do in counter.
The sudden stop killing allot of his reaction time and the large warrior was fast almost on him in a instant. Jarvis's sword raised and felt himself slide back as it collided with a tomahawk in defense. One hand gripping at the handle while the other placed on the back blunt end of the blade. Sparks and lightly rattling sounds of metal being made as they were in a momentary stand off. The rattling loud and noisy. Jarvis felt himself losing a few inches in the struggle as he took a step back but keeping up a pushing effort. A display of power perhaps not thinking to back off from it. "God damn there.... Ya are allot stronger then I thought you'd be..." He'd take a risk and risk weakening his footing by trying to kick one of his knees up in a attempt to jab it into the large mans gut. Hoping it'd make its point for if it didn't he was opening himself up to knocked back with only one foot for a moment reinforcing his stance.
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Jun 1, 2015 20:25:40 GMT
(Sorry about that small delay! I had been worn from work yesterday in the storm. Also, and I notice this was a fault on my part as well and will roll with it for now, but for your future knowledge, that was MP3 level attack, charged for 100% of my PL.)
Pieter's axe collided into his opponent's, the sound of crunching metal reaching his ears. Pieter growled, in response to his opponent's comment begrudgingly, "Impressive block..."
The hunter noticed the man was letting up resistance, and in doing so, he tried to strike at Pieter's abdominal section. Pieter released his own pressure, hopping back as he did to dodge the jab. He was honestly a bit perplexed by the sword his opponent used, asking him as his weapon dissipated from his hands, "The level of power behind that attack would've caused a fissure at least fifty feet deep... Yet that weapon held it back. I sense no spirit in the blade, either. What is that made of?"
He readied himself for the next attack, his left hand extended and fingers tight fixed into an open position. His right, on the other hand, was close to his face, but level with his shoulder. His knees were bent, ready to bound away or towards the man, depending on his next attack. This man, surely, had some tricks up his sleeves, or really lucky... Or it may have been something else.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2015 20:39:17 GMT
Jarvis felt his wrists lightly ache from the stop of the attack. The blades edge was nearly ruined and would need sharpening soon. This man taking the edge off it with just a single attack. It was terrifying to think what would have happened if that had hit his flesh. But he quickly shook the fear and the surprise in his eyes. The man was quick in avoiding the blow and was already a bit away in a new stance. Jarvis would throw the sword at his side letting it stick in the sand as he did. Grumbling out a bit. "Not sure... it was a boon from a bandit prince I took it off of after I smashed his head is like a rotten melon Boyo." Jarvis jetted off his feet flying straight for the man and to hell with the consequences. Now Jarvis didn't have any fancy styles he was a brawler trained from his years as a merc and pirate. Fighting races and narrowly surviving on luck allot of the time. He was quick wits and quick reflexes wrapped up in luck.
His attack would be to throw a straight jab for the mans jaw. If the attempt missed or was blocked he'd follow it up immediately with a knee raising for the mans chest or head whichever was closer at the time trying to strike him. Finally trying to flip in the air as he'd never stopped hovering to send both legs straight for the man in a flying drop kick of sorts to send him flying back if possible if he could. Hoping he could perhaps be fast enough to achieve some damage. Not really sure just yet how fast his opponent truly was. "But dun worry I dun plan to dissapoint you Laddie if you desire a good scrap with little ol me." A wide grin on his face as he had good hopes in his mind as he rushed fool hearty towards his foe. His black boots lightly covered in sand as they tried to kick at the man.
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Jun 2, 2015 19:08:05 GMT
(A bit too much action being crammed in here, Jarvis. XD)
Pieter's opponent came in, explaining it was nothing but a boon from some bandit Prince. He'd come across the magical type before, but this seemed to be nothing more than a fluke. The man leapt at Pieter with both feet in the air, completely disregarding the consequences with his attack... Which would make things so much easier for the hunter take this distraction out of the way!
"You shall now be broken!"
As the man got within grabbing range, the hunter grabbed at the man's left ankle, barely being pushed back by the level of force behind the kick! The man noted this and reached in to jab at Pieter's face, but this was very obvious to Pieter. Pieter batted the hit away, but a knee came in at Pieter! He had to release the man's foot to block the incoming hit, which let the man rise up with a flip and come down with both feet! Pieter raised his left forearm, the hand tightened into a fist as the blow connected.
The man's feet were covered in sand and tried to blind the hunter. However, the raised forearm from before made it simple for him to cover his eyes. He flung his arm to the side, knocking the sand away as he prepared his right fist. Pieter bellowed in rage, "Enough of this!"
Pieter charged forward, faster than the weighted saiyan could react, and sent a mighty uppercut towards the man's rib cage, aiming at the man's heart! He was intending to shatter the man's ego, to give him a real fear of death. If the blow connected, it would not kill him, but it would shatter his ribs and stop his heart for a few seconds.
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