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Post by Abzerute on Sept 28, 2015 14:02:28 GMT
[Current Power Level: 3561]
The bronze Arcosian strode towards the docking station where the human's vessel was being stored. His search for more information on this Saiyan "Tree Of Might" as they had so colourfully called it, had proven less than fruitful... no pun intended. Despite the information concerning the organism and what it specifically did, the libraries in the Brenchian system were woefully inadequate on the subject matter. He'd even poured himself into researching old legends and myths, with nothing to show for that avenue of searching either. As the situation stood, it was becoming clearly obvious to Abzerute that he would not be able to find what he sought in this system, which meant that he'd need to acquire a ship of some description.
"Perhaps I already have one..." he had mused to himself, hence his arrival now at the docking station. He couldn't expect the human to ferry him around the galaxy of course in search of the information he required. No doubt Mister Beryl was still processing the scope of the undertaking he had envisioned. Personally, he'd love nothing more than to be the one instigating this grand scheme, with a vessel of his own... but at the moment he did not have the funds approved yet for such a venture. With Arcose's destruction, his personal accounts were undergoing a stability check, as he was sure no doubt other Arcosians were as well.
And then there was the possibility that had crossed his mind as he arrived. That the information concerning the Tree Of Might, would be more readily found on Earth, or worse, Vegeta. He tapped a button on his Scouter to initiate a communication sequence with the human's vessel. Once it was answered he would speak. "I've come to take up that offer of yours Mister Beryl, if there's no problem that is? Your Gravity Chamber should still be functional yes?" asked the bronze Arcosian, deciding that he would need to increase his power rather swiftly. "How about we set it for ten times Earth's gravity. I've never visited your home world, and if we are to go there to fight the Saiyans in the future, then it would be a good idea to get used to a gravity stronger than Earth's, which coincidentally, is what Vegeta's gravity field is. The gravity field around a star is somewhat different than one generated by a planet's core." requested Abzerute of the human as he waited outside the Earthling's vessel.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Sept 29, 2015 7:13:49 GMT
NOTES: PL — 60,649, Heavy Weights ON. Ever since he had landed on Aoi Brenchia, Beryl had taken it upon himself to get to know the locals. A lot of them were refugees from the attack on Arcose; the Brenchian Gemini served as the Arcosian Empire’s temporary “home” planet for the time being. The Brenchians were a friendly people, however their past was somewhat of a shock to Beryl. Apparently, they were their own independent people and had their own planets and nations. That all was put to the abrupt end once the Arcosians established their Planet Trade Organization or PTO. One by one, the ruthless tyrants reaped planets and brought countless races under their rule; at one point, the Arcosians practically ruled the universe. However, a collective effort brought their tyranny to a much needed end. Now, the days of the PTO are long gone, and the Arcosians could best be considered neutral at best. Perhaps that was part of the reason why Beryl was initially apprehensive about working with Abzerute. He couldn’t help but get the feeling that the Changeling was just using him, that he honestly didn’t care whether or not he lived or died. It might’ve been an unfair generalization to make, but Beryl observed that many Arcosians lacked any sort of empathy; they didn’t have the ability nor the care to feel what other sentient beings felt. Maybe Abzerute was different; maybe he actually gave a damn about Beryl’s physical and mental wellbeing. Sighing, the dark-skinned human leaned back further in his chair. He was stationed in his ship for the time being, relaxing in the kitchen area. He had just finished eating and was currently occupied with some sort of handheld gaming device. The incoming transmission caught his attention. Blinking, he dug around in his pocket, pulled out his phone and accepted the call. “Hello?” he started. Abzerute’s voice followed. “Oh. Hey, Abzerute. What’s up?” Quietly, Beryl listened as his “partner” spoke. “The offer? Oh, you mean training?” Beryl paused once more. “Yes, my gravity machine’s fully functional. You can come over at any time you want. I’ll be here. Ten times normal gravity’s perfect. I’m already used to it, but this will give you time to get used to the increased gravity. I wasn’t really aware about how gravity differed between a star and a planet, but you cleared that up for me.” Beryl paused again before speaking. “Right. Well, you know where my ship is. Just meet me in the training room. See ya in a few.” Completely oblivious that Abzerute was already outside of his ship, Beryl ended the transmission before rising to his feet. He stretched a little bit before making his way towards the training room. Inputting the room’s security code was practically second-nature to Beryl, and once the automatic doors slid open, the human entered the gravity chamber and continued with his warm-up exercises. It wouldn’t be long before Abzerute showed up. “Let’s hope I don’t lose a limb or anything like that...”Abzerute
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Post by Abzerute on Sept 29, 2015 11:50:32 GMT
The bronze Arcosian had to roll his eyes at the end of the transmission. "Note to self," he said activating his Scouter's vocal recording systems, "ensure future vessel has a proximity alert system installed. End note." said Abzerute, his head mounted device bleeping for a moment before it ended the recording. He then made his way onto the ship, following the map he'd constructed on his last visit to find his way to the Gravity Chamber. As he walked, he considered whether or not the ability to sense Ki was worth the effort in learning. True it would mean less reliance on the Scouter, especially given the devices nature of exploding if energy readings accelerated too quickly for it to process. But given that the practitioner in question here did not even sense he was outside of his ship during the transmission...
He arrived at the chamber and raised an eyebrow at the human in the room performing some form of physical exercise, albeit nothing too strenuous it would appear. He tapped on the door frame in order to politely announce his presence. "I hope I didn't disturb you in the middle of anything when I called?" asked the bronze Arcosian politely as he stepped into the Chamber. It was best to keep this human on his good side for the moment. For now their goals were aligned, but even with the same goal... it would prove too easy for one to damage the relationship slowly growing here, and for now the Arcosian had need of this human.
Going along that line of reasoning... "I'll be remaining in my current state if that's alright with you today?" he offered to the human. "If I were to train in my True Form and not my current state, then the training effect would be somewhat negligible. Since this is the state I'm in most of the time after all." he offered as an excuse, the real reason being that he didn't wish to utilise his full power in something so basic as training. He rolled his shoulders, and unlike the other day, he elected to remain on the floor.
Mainly because he did not wish to look the fool when the Gravity Chamber's effects kicked in. If he was floating and the gravity kicked in, it was likely that the sudden increase of gravity would cause him to land flat on his face like a newborn Arcosian still learning to fly. He would not give anyone the satisfaction of seeing him thus. "Whenever you are ready Mister Beryl." he said, giving the initiative to the human to begin the system.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Sept 30, 2015 8:26:44 GMT
NOTES: PL — 60,649, Heavy Weights ON. It was funny. Beryl had the ability to sense ki, but half of the time, he wasn’t even aware of it. He had learned the skill a little while back just so that he could be much more aware of his surroundings and not have to rely on a Scouter to tell him any nearby lifeforms and their respective power levels. However, even if he could sense ki, he wasn’t practiced enough to where it was totally second-nature. Sometimes, he had to actually concentrate in order to sense living things around him and from far off. As soon as Abzerute entered the ship, Beryl’s head snapped in the Arcosian’s direction. Beryl felt the Changeling’s ki radiating off of him like some kind of invisible aura; so, that was what the sensation felt like -- to recognize someone’s ki signature. Beryl made a mental note to remember it; he felt that he was going to be around Abzerute a lot more in the future. As soon as Aberzrute appeared in the doorway, Beryl immediately stopped his stretching and stared at him. It was an abrupt movement, and the sudden change in stance was the product of Beryl feeling the Arcosian’s ki at such a close proximity. “Oh. Hey!” Beryl greeted, waving at the older male. “No, you aren’t interrupting anything. I’m just stretching; that’s all.” The dark-skinned human’s outfit consisted of a simple black Capsule Corporation t-shirt with green and teal accents, sweatpants, sneakers and a Capsule Corporation baseball cap that matched the shirt. Someone was obviously a fan of Capsule Corp. “You’re going to stay in your Suppressed Form?” Beryl asked, remembering the small talk he had with Abzerute regarding an Arcosian’s multiple forms. As Abzerute explained his desire to do so, Beryl gave him a stare in return. It was hard to determine what the ki researcher was thinking, but from Abzerute’s point of view, it would seem like as Beryl either didn’t believe his excuse or didn’t really care about it at all. “Well, that’s fine with me,” the young adult offered, rubbing his neck. “I’m going to do some things myself to make sure that this spar is … um -- even.” With that, Beryl dug around in his pocket and pulled out some strange, circular-looking device. It was small in size, as if it fit in the palm of his hand, and after flicking on a switch and pressing some buttons on its surface, Beryl hooked it onto the brim of his sweatpants. He paused for a moment, looking as if he were adjusting to a massive amount of weight suddenly pressed against his body. With an exhale, he straightened himself up. Even under the influence of gravity, using training weights was still beneficial to Beryl as it offered him a far more intense workout. “With that taken care of …” Beryl started, making his way towards the gravity machine. Getting the gravity simulation up and running was no issue for Beryl whatsoever; with how much gravity training he had done, he had plenty of time to get familiar with gravity simulations and how to start them up. “The gravity’s going to get upped now. Get ready,” Beryl warned before pressing a large, green button. The gravity machine whirred loudly and within the span of around ten seconds, the gravity in the room suddenly increased to ten times normal (Earth’s) gravity. Beryl wasn’t affected by the change at all, but Abzerute would have plenty of difficulty adjusting. The good news was that Beryl was aware of it, and as such, he wouldn’t go all-out on Abzerute just yet. “Here. Um -- let me -- … lower my power a bit.” A moment of brief focus was all that was needed for Beryl to suppress his power. With the training weights already pushing his fighting power well below his maximum, Beryl only had to suppress another minor bit of his power before he was practically equal with Abzerute’s own. Now, the two of them could have an even sparring session where strategy, tactics, tenacity and willpower would determine who was the victor, not just brute strength alone. “If you’re ready, then --” Beryl lurched forward, his feet only an inch off of the ground as he zipped towards Abzerute. Once he got within striking range, he’d throw a flurry of punches at the Arcosian. Truthfully, Beryl wasn’t expecting any of them to hit, especially since he purposefully wasn’t trying to clock Abzerute upside the head … yet. Instead, he were trying to get Abzerute locked in a high-speed struggle where the two of them launched, blocked and evaded strikes at a rapid pace. It was Beryl’s idea of a good warm-up, a nice way to ease Abzerute into gravity training. NOTES: PL — 3561 [SUPPRESSED] Abzerute
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Post by Abzerute on Sept 30, 2015 18:11:56 GMT
The look the human gave Abzerute told him that he didn't believe his excuse. Not that it mattered to the bronze Arcosian if he was believed or not. What mattered that it got the result he desired, and that was the human weakening himself... although that thought did annoy him to no end. The fact that he was having to get a human to weaken himself to his level in order to make this training more of a training... The bronze Arcosian rankled at the situation, using that indignation to temper his body as the gravity increase slammed into him.
His body unconsciously buckled, his form forced into a crouched position as he suddenly became much heavier. His nails bit into his palms as he slowly made his body rise up into a full standing position, his tail resting on the ground to act as a support. "Interesting." he said as he went through the motions of his form in this denser gravity. "I can see why many prefer this method... stellar gravity training is a more gradual appreciation of the gravitational fields, allowing your body to adapt over time... This is far more brutal." he mused before he heard Beryl begin.
The bronze Arcosian immediately moved into a cross-guard defensive stance, his body still getting used to the immense strain on his physique. For now, he'd rely on his innate durability to endure the blows as they crashed against him, utilising his tail as a bracing device to hold his position. At this moment in time, it was a battle of the wind against the mountain, which would break first.
Even with the human reducing his power level to match his own, the bronze Arcosian had to admit that Beryl was much faster than himself... although admittedly that could be due in part to having trained in much higher gravity's than himself. Ten times normal Earth gravity would seem as nothing to someone with his length of training. Abzerute's eyes tried to track the blows as they came, forcing himself to rely on his senses rather than the Scouter, which was tracking the human's power level for the time being as well as his own.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Sept 30, 2015 21:08:25 GMT
Abzerute’s reaction to the gravity change was completely expected. Heightened gravity was no joke, and while more alien species, such as Saiyans and Arcosians, liked to brag about their people being toughened by their home planets’ increased gravity, artificial gravity training was a whole ‘nother story. Not wanting to launch a cheap attack, Beryl gave Abzerute the time he needed in order to adjust to the gravity level. “Yeah, the first time I did gravity training, I could barely move afterwards. However, the gains are so much greater than regular old training, and they come much quicker too,” Beryl said before initiating his assault. Even with the onslaught sent his way, Abzerute managed to hold his ground. Arcosians were tough, hardy creatures able to survive the most grueling and debilitating injuries out there. While they weren’t invincible, they were certainly harder than most to put down permanently. Noticing that Abzerute had no intention of attacking (or that he was simply unable to), Beryl abruptly halted his punches. He scooted backwards, fists brought up in a classic boxer’s stance. Being left-handed, his stance shifted to account for that, but Abzerute would begin to notice Beryl’s particular fighting style. The dark-skinned human didn’t throw any kicks or similar strikes with his legs. Instead, he focused solely on punches with elbow strikes mixed in. While many fighters would consider this style to harbor too many disadvantages, Beryl made it work, and he made it work well. Blinking, Beryl looked Abzerute over; he seemed alright even if he did just block a whole bunch of harsh punches. The intermission only lasted a second or two before Beryl stepped forward again quickly. He continued to throw numerous punches: jabs, straight, hooks and uppercuts. Every few punches, he’d throw a hard elbow towards the Arcosian’s face or somewhere around his torso. As Beryl did this, he circled Abzerute, coaxing him into moving despite the gravity restricting his movements. Every few seconds or so, Beryl purposefully dropped his guard, giving Abzerute an opportunity to retaliate. This was supposed to be a spar, and it wouldn’t be much of a spar if Beryl smacked Abzerute around the entire time. “Throw a punch, a kick, a tail swipe; do something!” Beryl encouraged. “You won’t get used to the gravity if you stay still the entire time!” Abzerute
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Post by Abzerute on Oct 1, 2015 10:41:48 GMT
The bronze skinned Arcosian grunted under the barrage of the humans attacks, enduring them as his body slowly acclimated to the newer gravity weighing him down, when the human abruptly stopped and backed up. Abzerute looked at his foe, taking into account his weight distribution which appeared to favour the left hand side. The fact that the human neglected to use his legs for any form of attacks, combined with this information about how he stood and maneuvered himself began to formulate a plan within his mind. The human's assault renewed itself and once more he became the mountain against his wind, his feet sliding him around as the human circled him.
He had noticed the human dropping his guard on several occasions, his ire rising at the situation. He was deliberately dropping his guard, as if he were trying to give him a free shot at him. The bronze Arcosian ignored those openings, deciding that he wouldn't use something an opponent freely gave him. That's now how it would work in a real fight, and it sure as hell wouldn't be how he fought here, training or no training. It was when the human spoke out, demanding he do something and hiding it behind the excuse of his body not getting used to the gravity, that Abzerute smirked.
"On the contrary." he said before he twitched his head to the right, focusing his telekinesis through his head motion in order to forcibly adjust the humans own footwork to throw him off-balance. He then thrusted his crossed arms forward, realigning them into a mockery of the release state for one of the human races more infamous techniques, utilising his telekinesis once more to try and hurl the human backwards, or at the very least try to stagger him. Following up with this, whether it was successful or not, the bronze Arcosian would then surge towards him, his arms brought back to his sides, ducking low to take advantage of their height difference along with the humans lack of kicking techniques, bringing his left fist forward in a rising underhand gut punch aiming to try and strike, where else, the human's gut.
This would then be followed up with him using the momentum of the earlier surge to spin towards his right, his tail coming in hard and fast, trying to smash into the humans right arm. The spin would then be followed up by Abzerute bringing his right hand up and trying to bring it down across the human's head in a back-handed slap style smash. This would then be concluded with him taking a step back and returning to his earlier crossed arm guard position. "Useless posturing and flailing only serves to weaken your body more rapidly. True you've scored more hits, but which one has done more damage relatively speaking?" asked the Arcosian, his smirk still present.
[SU] Telekinesis: Utilising the power of his mind, he can levitate objects or pin enemies down without touching them.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Oct 1, 2015 21:42:16 GMT
Something wasn’t adding up. The gravity did make it difficult to move, especially for a first-timer, but Abzerute had been on the defensive ever since the spar started. This made Beryl awfully suspicious; the Arcosian wasn’t even bothering to attack despite Beryl purposefully dropping his guard. Was it because he felt Beryl was mocking him, not warranting him strong enough to endure the pressure of increased gravity? Acrosians were prideful creatures, along with the Saiyans, and neither responded well when someone showed them pity or mercy. Perhaps that was what Abzerute was feeling -- it must’ve already been infuriating enough that a human, deemed one of the weakest races in the galaxy, if not the weakest, had to lower his power so that the spar would be an even match. Maybe that ire was the trigger Abzerute needed in order to push to become stronger as quickly as possible. When Beryl spoke, he got a response. “Huh--?!” Then, he felt his feet move. Eyes wide, Beryl toppled to the left, nearly losing his footwork completely. It happened so quickly; there was no punch, kick, tail swipe or anything sent his way. So, what made him move? Beryl didn’t have much time to think before the same unknown force sent him skidding backwards; the only reason he didn’t go flying was because he was fortunately quick enough to steady his stance. However, the force of the telekinetic push jostled Beryl’s guard, enough to where he was defenseless against the gut punch. The Arcosian’s fist sank into Beryl’s stomach, causing the dark-skinned human’s visage to twist into mild shock, born from pain. Stunned, the next two strikes from Abzerute hit their mark. The bronze tail smashed into Beryl’s arm, causing it to buckle under its weight. Before Beryl could even fall down from the attack, he was smacked upside the head with a backhand, forcing him to the floor. Facedown Beryl lied, and he didn’t move for a moment or two. Getting lectured after getting beaten up wasn’t the best thing ever, but even with his annoyance and the pain he was in, Beryl remained calm. Suddenly, he started to get up. Once he was at his full height, he looked over his clothing and brushed his shirt off with the back of a hand. “That was not normal,” Beryl pondered. “That had to be some kind of telekinesis or something; it seems like all Arcosians can do that, or close to all of them.” He had experienced a technique similar to it before, and it would be difficult to deal with -- Abzerute had already demonstrated that he didn’t need to touch Beryl in order to physically manipulate him. However, like every other technique out there, there had to be a drawback, a way to counter it. Once again, Beryl brought up his dukes, not bothering to respond to Abzerute’s inquiry. Now, the sparring began. Abruptly, Beryl dashed forward. He gave the impression that he was going to launch a straightforward attack, but once he got within striking range, his actual intentions were revealed. He feinted with a right jab before abruptly throwing a right hook towards the Changeling’s left cheek. However, as he threw the punch, he twisted his arm in a particular fashion. If struck, Abzerute would actually get cut from the force of the blow, rather than simply being bludgeoned like any ordinary punch. Afterwards, Beryl would follow up with a viciously powerful uppercut aimed directly for the chin. It didn’t matter if his previous punch had hit or not, but his intention was to knock Abzerute straight up into the air with a single strike alone. Another thing that Abzerute would notice was that … Beryl wasn’t using any ki-based techniques such as ki blasts, beams, disks or any other technique that used ki as its energy source. He appeared to be a purely physical fighter; did he even have the ability to manipulate ki into projectile attacks and techniques? And if he couldn’t, was Beryl at even more of a disadvantage than originally thought? All of that would be discovered soon. Abzerute
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Post by Abzerute on Oct 2, 2015 13:06:42 GMT
Well, that sure removed the bronze Arcosian's smirk from his face. The human just got back up and dusted himself off as if the assault had never happened, or had been a mere inconvenience! The fact that his arm was still fully functional as well especially irked him. Thought I'd put enough force into that tail slam to at least break a few bones if not dislodge it... He's brought himself down to my power level, so it should have done that... he angrily thought to himself as Beryl made his move.
The humans charge made it appear to be a straight forward assault, and part of Abzerute almost believed it would be just that. Human pride was something that could easily be tweaked and manipulated at times, and his earlier words should have struck a nerve.
Then came that right jab. He began to shift his guard in that direction before realising the feint for what it was, snarling as the human's left hook got in and connected with him. He reeled a little as he felt something... trickling down his cheek. He thumbed his cheek where the blow had struck and glanced at what was on it, blinking before he shot the dark skinned human a death glare... right as the human sucker punched him into the air. "You little brat." he snarled, using this new height to try and slam his left knee or foot, depending on how high the human had punched him, into said human's face.
His tail twisted around to try and wrap itself around Beryl's throat, partially to choke him and partially to hold him steady whilst his right hand snap pointed towards the dark skinned humans head. A pale light quickly forming around his index finger tip before a solid beam of Ki energy was soon fired from that light, aiming to strike the human dead square centre between his eyes. "Brush this off human!" he snarled, half-hoping that the shot would connect and end this human's existence.
If the human died here and now... well, then he'd have himself a brand new ship complete with Gravity Training chamber and wouldn't have to bother with obtaining one himself through his own funds. Of course there was the difference in their respective power levels, so it was probably feasible for his Ki Beam to probably do nothing more than sear his skin a little... assuming his tail didn't choke him to unconsciousness.
[N1] Finger beam blasts: Abzerute focuses his ki to the tips of his fingers and then fires it towards his enemies in a straight line of energy.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Oct 3, 2015 7:49:57 GMT
Pain was more than a minor inconvenience, and in this particular situation, it worked in Abzerute’s favor. While Beryl’s arm wasn’t broken nor was any other bone in his body, the injuries he sustained still ached and throbbed. He was tough though, especially for a human, and to make things better, he managed to land both of his punches. The jab cut up the Arcosian’s cheek, drawing blood, and the uppercut crashed into the alien’s cheek, sending him straight upward. However, Beryl noticed Abzerute’s expression; it was like he snapped, and the death-glare was a telltale sign of his rising anger. That worried Beryl; Arcosian anger wasn’t normal anger. It was anger that lingered, bubbled, bristled and burned; it was anger that usually ended up with massive amounts of destruction or someone (or many) ending up dead. Those red eyes of Abzerute’s were terrifying enough as is; now that they were shrouded in bloodlust, Beryl could actually feel a shiver jolting down his spine. Oooh, this was bad. Fueled by venom and rage, the Arcosian’s left foot shot towards Beryl’s face. Hurriedly, Beryl brought up his guard, the kick smashing into his forearms rather than his face. With a grunt, he took a step backwards, only to find himself rooted in place. Why couldn’t he move?! Then, he looked down in horror; a tail was wrapped around his throat. Gagging, the ki researcher was temporarily immobilized, hands reflexively shooting towards his throat. However, he stopped; the white light forming at the end of Abzeurte’s extended index finger caught his attention. He felt something coming, his Ki Sense alerting him of a potentially, devastating attack. Normally, it wouldn’t be too much of an issue but taking a ki beam to the face was not something on Beryl’s agenda. Just as the beam fired, his left hand swiped forward, effectively slapping the ki beam itself (or Abzerute’s hand -- whichever was closer) away from him. It veered off course, zipping off to crash into the training room’s ceiling. Energy shields dampened the blow, causing it not to create a massive hole at the impact point. While Beryl avoided getting blasted at point-blank range, he was still getting choked to death. His breathing started shallow before slowly stopping. His hands gripped the Arcosian’s tail as he tried to wrestle it away. However, he wasn’t generating enough force to wring himself free with brute strength alone. If he didn’t do something, he was either going to pass out, or die. Neither of those were preferable outcomes. The life was literally getting choked out of him, and it showed in his facial expression. So, Beryl did something unexpected. He pulled at the Arcosian’s tail an inch or so away from his throat, not enough to stop Abzerute from choking him but enough for him to sink his teeth into the Changeling’s spiny tail. Human teeth weren’t exactly blunt or dull, and with his desperation to live powering his body, Beryl’s canines would dig into the Arcosian’s flesh, enough to draw even more blood if Abzerute was unfortunate enough to get bitten. The goal was to make Abzerute relinquish his death-grip around the human’s neck. If Abzerute let go, Beryl wouldn’t let him get off so easily. His hands would remain around the Arcosian’s tail; then, Beryl would start to spin. If Abzerute didn’t manage to get away, he would get spun around and around like a certain, spiky-tailed dragon-turtle in the hands of another particular, overweight moustached plumber. A flick of Beryl’s wrists would send Abzerute suddenly downward, crashing towards the floor. Then, Beryl would bring Abzerute up and yank him forward, only to try and slug him in the face with a hard left straight. The blow was hard enough to send Abzerute reeling backwards, far enough to crash into the wall on the opposite end of the spacious room if he couldn’t stop himself in time. Whatever happened, no matter if Beryl were successful with his counterattacks or not, he’d immediately buckle over, heaving and spitting. A nice, shallow imprint of the Arcosian’s tail wrapped around his neck. He had to catch his breath after nearly suffocating and all, and his positioning left him vulnerable to attack. Abzerute
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Post by Abzerute on Oct 3, 2015 12:45:02 GMT
When his Ki blast got redirected with his hand being slapped away, the bronze Arcosian sneered before looking at the small arc of damage that had been inflicted to the ceiling. "Interesting..." he mused as the human struggled within the grasp of his tail. It was utterly pointless of course, there was nothing the human could do to remove him from his choking grasp. Or so Abzerute thought before he felt something sharp plunge into his tail. True, his tail was covered in his bio-armour and could sustain a lot of damage... but the thing is with Arcosian Bio-Armour, it was still grown from their own bodies. It was still flesh and muscle, just harder.
But when something, or in this case, someone bites into it, it still garners attention and a reaction. "Ow! What the hell?!" screeched the bronze Arcosian as the human plunged his teeth into his tail, as if it were something for him to eat! His tail reflexively loosened its grasp at the sharp pain it had received, a situation the bronze Arcosian would have to rectify later on. For now though he found himself being spun around on the spot before being crashed into the ground.
The impact forced him to gasp in pain, but the damned human wasn't finished yet and sent him flying towards the opposite wall with one of his punches. Just before impact Abzerute stopped himself through sheer force of will, and hovered there for a brief moment before landing on the floor, taking in several breaths.
He grimaced in pain, rubbing his jaw where the human had struck him and deciding to end this little sparring session. He was half-tempted to take on his True Form here and now and pulverize the human before they could release their Ki back to their full power... but thought better against it. Instead, he slowly got back to his feet and stalked towards the human, pointing his hand towards him before flicking it upwards, channeling his telekinetic powers to try and slam the human into the roof above.
He would then try to slam the human down into the floor using the same grip on him, and then attempt to repeat this process twice before trying to telekinetically hurl him into a wall of his own. "What is it with ape-like races, and biting our god damned tails?" he mused aloud as he released Beryl from his telekinetic grip, before looking back to the line of damage in the ceiling from his deflected Ki Beam.
"Now there's a thought..." mused Abzerute to himself as he made a few practice gestures with his arm and fingers, starting from near his head and then arcing down to his waist. First diagonally, then horizontally, then vertically, then back to diagonally. "Hmm... yes that could work... With some modifications of course to the technique. Wouldn't want them to easily deflect it after all." he mused aloud, before recalling that Beryl was still in the room.
"Do you wish to continue Mister Beryl, or should we call it a day for the time being? Apologies for the strangulation, but it does give you a bit of practice for what the Saiyans may try to do in the future." he called over, wondering if perhaps he'd overdid it a little with that last bout of telekinesis. Admittedly he had considered just hurling a barrage of basic ki blasts in his direction, but decided that that would just be overkill, and a waste of his energy reserves.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Oct 4, 2015 23:48:52 GMT
The tail’s flesh was tougher than ordinary flesh, but it wasn’t enough to completely stop Beryl’s teeth from sinking into it. Abzerute screamed in pain and confusion, his tail yanking out of the human’s mouth. It was great news to Beryl that he wouldn’t end up being suffocated, and although he wasn’t a violent person, he couldn’t help but admit that it was satisfying manhandling Abzerute; he was even lucky enough to pop the Arcosian right in the jaw with a solid punch! Still, that didn’t change Beryl’s current condition. He was hunched over, heaving and huffing, lungs desperately trying to suck in as much sweet, sweet air as possible. Chomping Abzerute’s tail put a horrible, horrible taste in the dark-skinned human’s mouth; the taste was just about as bad as an Arcosian’s attitude. It was a savage move, but it saved Beryl from getting his neck crushed like a tin can. It wasn’t long before Abzerute got up. Once he did, he slowly made his way towards Beryl. He looked rather livid, utterly pissed that a human was giving him this much trouble in a fight. Beryl tensed up, still trying to catch his breath. The hand motion didn’t seem like anything until Beryl felt himself grabbed by an unseen force. In the blink of an eye, he rocketed upwards and crashed into the ceiling above. He gasped in pain before he flung back down the ground, only to slam into the floor face-first. For a few moments, Beryl turned into a human ping-pong, bouncing between the ceiling and floor. “It’s telekinesis! It has to be!” Bruises appeared on his face and body and with a final swipe of his hand, Abzerute sent Beryl barreling towards the nearest wall. The ki researcher flew towards it head-first, and from the looks of it, it appeared as if Beryl were going to go right through the wall if he crashed into it. However, at the last moment, he flipped himself around so that his feet were pointed towards the wall first instead of his head. He landed against the wall, ki cushioning his impact. Legs bent and feet planted against the wall’s surface, Beryl used the momentum to spring forward, en route to Abzerurte himself! At this time, the Arcosian would be in the middle of his inner monologue. Just as Abzerute asked whether or not Beryl wanted to continue the spar, he would unfortunately be met with the sight of a certain dark-skinned human flying right towards him. With speed and momentum on his side, Beryl aimed to smash his elbow right into the center of the Changeling’s face. If he missed, he would continue past Abzerute, spinning around and slamming his feet into the ground in order to stop himself; he’d still skid a small distance before finally stopping though. Whatever happened, Beryl would blink, realizing what he had just done. Oh, this wasn’t going to end well. “... Oops.” Abzerute
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Post by Abzerute on Oct 5, 2015 16:29:50 GMT
The bronze Arcosian saw the human flying towards him and gave a raised eyebrow as he simply floated to the side and out of the way. He watched with some amusement at the human tumbling past him. Seems that the man hasn't even got the basics of flight control down yet. he thought to himself. "I presume that little attack had already begun before I asked my question, judging from your "Oops" comment." said Abzerute with a hint of amusement in his voice at the look on the dark skinned humans features.
He flexed his arms, shifting his fingers around before then deciding to do push ups... with his tail. He crossed his limbs and proceeded to push himself up and down in the increased gravity field using his tail, just like someone would use their arm for a regular set of push ups. "Well, it would appear that I've become accustomed to this increased gravity." he said as he casually rose and fell on his tail. He winced each time he rose and fell though, the bite marks in his tail clear to be seen. "You don't seem to wield much in the way of your own energy. A curious example given how humanity and the Saiyans tend to favour such techniques." he found himself remarking.
"Your fighting style is interesting, but your lower body is vulnerable since you seem to refuse to use your legs." analysed the bronze Arcosian. If this human was going to be his sparring partner for the foreseeable future, he should at least attempt to instruct the man on how to improve his fighting form.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Oct 6, 2015 1:03:19 GMT
It was a good thing that Beryl missed because he didn’t want to give any reason for Abzerute to get pissed again. Following through his accidental elbow strike, Beryl landed on the ground and slid a few meters before finally stopping. “Yes, it was a mistake,” Beryl confirmed, rising to his full five foot seven inch height. “I was trying to stop myself from crashing into the wall with your … telekinesis. That’s what it is, right?” It was Beryl’s first guess, and it was something that a large number of Arcosians were able to do. He wondered if telekinesis was just an innate ability for them; it wouldn’t be too much of a surprise if it was considering that Arcosians were born with an incredible amount of power. Many things, like flight and ki control, came natural for them, and it was for that reason that numerous Arcosians didn’t know the value of hard work nor did they see the appeal in training. Light bruises and scratches peppered Beryl’s body and face. It was nothing life-threatening or severe even if he did look pretty messed up. “Huh?” Beryl stared at Abzerute as he did push-ups with his tail. It was a comical expression, a caricature of confusion. “You’re used to the gravity? I expected as much,” Beryl commented, brushing his shirt off. He still had that perplexed look on his face. “If we aren’t sparring anymore, I might as well take this off.” Lifting up his shirt, Beryl reached towards a peculiar device attached to the brim of his sweatpants. It took a little bit of effort but he was able to detach it from his pants’ brim with relative ease. However, his grip slipped, and the palm-sized, circular machine fell down to the floor. It crashed into the padded title with a thunderous boom, causing the entire room to quake under the object’s massive weight. “Oh --!” Hurriedly, Beryl picked the thing up though he struggled a bit to do so. After flicking some switches, the strange device let out a low hum. “There we go,” Beryl said, tossing the machine up and down in his hand. It seemed like its extra weight, wherever it came from, was gone. “My own energy? You mean my ki?” the dark-skinned human inquired, blinking. “Oh. Well, uh -- I guess I’m different then. I just rely on physical attacks mostly. Ki-based stuff really doesn’t work well for me.” Beryl slipped a hand underneath his baseball cap to scratch his head. “I’m learning how to put ki into my punches to make them stronger though. I think I’m onto something now with that.” Then, Abzerute made another comment regarding Beryl’s fighting style. “The closest thing you can equate to is boxing, I guess,” the young adult said. “I don’t really kick because I don’t feel a need to. I’ve been working a lot on my footwork though so that people can’t just target my legs freely. Moving quickly with increased gravity and really heavy training weights on is tough though, but I’m getting to the point where I can do it without too much trouble. I have a question though.” Beryl crossed his arms and narrowed his dark-colored eyes. “You were honestly trying to kill me earlier, weren’t you?” The question was blunt; straight and to the point. “You had a scary look in your eyes and just the way you were fighting -- it just gave me the impression that you were honestly out to get me.” Abzerute
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Post by Abzerute on Oct 6, 2015 13:17:31 GMT
Abzerute nodded at the dark skinned humans question. "Indeed. I find that most problems can be solved rather efficiently with a well placed application of the mind. As you can attest, it can prove most beneficial for the one using it." he said with a smirk as he continued to perform his tail push-ups. "Not many tend to use it, preferring to go with the more flashy explosions and such. Waste of energy if I'm honest. Useful in the short term perhaps, but in the long run all that does is exhaust you." the bronze Arcosian shrugged.
The human had a curious device, albeit one that he doubted he'd be able to use much himself, given that it appeared to require being attached to something and he was lacking clothing on which to put such a device. When the human mentioned his possible future techniques, he gave a slow nod. "Those sound like adequate ideas. I would suggest though that you at least try to use your knees if not your whole leg. Not entirely certain about this boxing thing of yours, but even with quick steps you leave yourself vulnerable from an underhand strike since you can't guard down there effectively with just your arms." he remarked.
Then the question came he'd been partially expecting. The bronze Arcosian gave a shrug. "The thought did cross my mind I'll admit. It's a bit of a genetic fault I suppose with my species. Short tempers." he said with a small chuckle. "I shot at one of the Brenchian suns when I heard the news concerning Arcose, and bathed myself in the solar flare that erupted as a cause of it because I lost my temper." admitted Abzerute, gesturing to his bronzed form. "Hence my appearance. This used to be bone white."
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