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Post by Zexama on Feb 9, 2016 23:13:59 GMT
The tournament was today; he was currently warming up for what he thought he would win without effort. He had usually won these small tournaments but now the dojo master sent it out to all of the warrior clan inviting the strongest warriors across Quiet Plains, and beyond. He was currently in the room where everyone else was and only half of the warriors were actually training like he was. The rest of the fools were just sitting there nervously or over confident. He studied his opponents intently so he could try to see if he could get some ideas of advantages before the tournament even began.
He waited in his corner of the room doing continuous push-ups and sit-ups until the instructors began to call out to the fairly large audience. ”Welcomeeeee ladies and Gentlemen! Today we have the BEST warrior clan Namekians out there all fighting each other.” Gulls stopped as he tried to save as much energy in case there was someone good in these final battles. He listened out for his name which would probably be Green-fist. Just as he expected the name Green fist was screamed out and made him pay more attention as he saw some namekian that looked a lot bigger than he was.
”Oi, you piece of shit. I don’t care about these stupid Warrior clan rules and all that bullshit. You’re going to DIE!” Gulls rolled his eyes and walked back over to the empty chair, which he sat down and easily figured out that there would be people like him that were definitely not part of the Warrior-clan. He figured that they most likely used money to get into this competition since the tournament was hosted by Humans, who seemed to only care about money.
@paegni Ignore this post
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Post by Mayze on Feb 10, 2016 0:06:46 GMT
Looks like you posted with the wrong account Zexama.
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Post by Miter on Feb 10, 2016 0:50:25 GMT
(Thread PL 19,075)
Miter had heard rumors of a fighting tournament, and not just any fighting tournament. This was a fighting tournament pitting the power levels of the warrior caste Namekians. Being a proud member of the warrior caste Miter was convinced that he should go in order to show his dedication to the caste. He was determined, and to be frank itching for a fight since the destruction of Namek. He had experienced death once, and he needed to push himself, and what better way than fighting the best of the best. Leaping into the air he rocketed off in the direction of the Quiet Plains. Due to his acute sense of hearing he could hear the loud bolstering of the announcer attempting to rile the audience, and motivate the competition.
He would then hover above the battlegrounds looking down at the where the best of the warrior caste would clash. He was prepared to engage in fisticuffs with any one of those warriors. Slowly, he would lower to the ground, and would look around. “Is it too late for a member of the warrior caste to enter into this event? I am itching to get into a fight, and to bring honor to the ancients.” The Namekian warriors hands were shaking with anticipation of the events that were about to transpire. Miter would then begin to shadow box to get himself warmed up for the intense battles that were about to occur. Upon scanning the room he noticed that there were warriors of different races here, “what in the ancients are they doing here? Oh well, it doesn’t matter; I will fight anyone who stands before me.”
Miter would then hear the words of one of the warriors of another race, ”Oi, you piece of shit. I don’t care about these stupid Warrior clan rules and all that bullshit. You’re going to DIE!” A vain would appear on the forehead of the young Namekian, and he would smirk; “You will be marking your words when you badmouth our way of life; you insult the ancients, and you will feel their wrath. I will bring forth punishment upon you, pray I don’t face you!” Miter would then return to his shadow boxing not missing a beat. The speed of his punches were causing mini shockwaves, “Let’s do this!”
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Post by Zexama on Feb 10, 2016 1:28:32 GMT
Thank you, Mayze *le facepalm*
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Post by Gulls on Feb 10, 2016 1:30:34 GMT
[This post is meant to be the starting post, sorry for the confusion.] The tournament was today; he was currently warming up for what he thought he would win without effort. He had usually won these small tournaments but now the dojo master sent it out to all of the warrior clan inviting the strongest warriors across Quiet Plains, and beyond. He was currently in the room where everyone else was and only half of the warriors were actually training like he was. The rest of the fools were just sitting there nervously or over confident. He studied his opponents intently so he could try to see if he could get some ideas of advantages before the tournament even began. He waited in his corner of the room doing continuous push-ups and sit-ups until the instructors began to call out to the fairly large audience. ”Welcomeeeee ladies and Gentlemen! Today we have the BEST warrior clan Namekians out there all fighting each other.” Gulls stopped as he tried to save as much energy in case there was someone good in these final battles. He listened out for his name which would probably be Green-fist. Just as he expected the name Green fist was screamed out and made him pay more attention as he saw some namekian that looked a lot bigger than he was. ”Oi, you piece of shit. I don’t care about these stupid Warrior clan rules and all that bullshit. You’re going to DIE!” Gulls rolled his eyes and walked back over to the empty chair, which he sat down and easily figured out that there would be people like him that were definitely not part of the Warrior-clan. He figured that they most likely used money to get into this competition since the tournament was hosted by Humans, who seemed to only care about money. Paengi
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Post by Gulls on Feb 10, 2016 3:50:42 GMT
Gulls smiled as the new challenger approached, he knew well that the person who insulted both him and his race was a weird alien Species that looked like a giant rock. As he sat down and quickly noticed another Namekian arrive late. He was allowed in since no fights had begun but Gulls saw more power in him then he did any of the others. Gulls saw him land on the ground and start shadow-boxing, he walked over to the fellow Warrior namekian and asked. ”Instead of attacking the poor wind, how about you warm up on something real.” A small laugh took over him but it slowly faded as he awaited an answer.
He quickly looked up to down on this fellow Warrior-clan Namekian and looked concerned as he hoped that this guy didn’t suddenly punch him straight in the face to start the spar. ”Seems like you really respect our Ancients, yeah?” He said with a smile. He wasn’t really familiar with them except from the small inserts he read that were about the Ultimate Namekian trans. His ‘Father’ never taught him due to him never being home and awesome out saving some city or whatever.
[Short post cause I don't know what to do more. xD]
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Post by Miter on Feb 10, 2016 4:22:31 GMT
Miter’s concentration would be broke by the sound of a voice in the distance that was quickly approaching, ”Instead of attacking the poor wind, how about you warm up on something real.” The Namekian would lower his fighting stance, and would cock his head to face the person who had just inadvertently challenged him to a spar. “You know I would be more than willing to accept your challenge, but before that can I get your name?” The warrior would pause and await an answer from the new-found challenger. “You look to me like you have a little bit of a spring in your step. Follow me, we need more room to adequately open up.” Leaping into the air he would look back at the challenger to ensure that he would follow flying to an open field about a mile out from the arena. “This should be the perfect arena for us to bless the ancients with a glorious show, let us bring honor to our homes.”
”Seems like you really respect our Ancients, yeah?” The Namekian’s eyes would widen at the question the warrior was asking him. “Well, yeah, the ancients are the reason that we are able to live our peaceful lives. They have given us the strength, and knowledge to be able to oppose any threat that befalls our planet. Whether it be the Dragon Clan, and the knowledge of the Dragon Balls or the Warrior Clan, and their knowledge of advanced battle tactics. They gave us the foundation of survival, and every battle I fight is for my people, and to bring honor to the ancients. Anyways, now let's get a little serious I have an itch for combat that just needs to be scratched.” The warrior would then cross his arms building tension in his forearms, and then adjusting them down into a battle stance. Slowly widening his stance awaiting the opponent’s preparations for battle. (No worries I didn't have much either, but we will surely expand during combat. ^^) Gulls
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Post by Gulls on Feb 10, 2016 5:47:41 GMT
Fascinated, Gulls listened to the short speech that was portrayed by Miter. He replied with a short comment making him seem like not enough for such an explanation. ”Well, I’ve never learnt anything about our Ancient except from short passages that I found. My ‘Father’ left before I awoke and arrived after I went to sleep. Nothing from him about the subject.” Gulls shook his head before firmly nodding at the last bit Miter which was the fact that they should get a bit serious and start this spar. Gulls floated up along-side the fellow Namekian utilising the Ki towards his feet and pushing him into the air.
As he flew next to him to there make shift arena, he answered his question. ”My name is Gulls, most call me Green-fist due to my famous finishing move. Although I expect it won’t have nearly the same affect against you. May I ask yours?” Without even have Ki sense or a scouter he could tell that this guys was strong since of the speed he was moving. He landed next to the other Namekian and smiled as the everything feel silent for a second or two.
As fast as he wo0uld attempt to charge with his left fist in front of him, hoping that if it was blocked to reveal his real strategy and swing his right fist around and bury it into the side of him. Trying to then block himself from any attacks if he got his arm out and try to fall back to get a better footing stance for defence. He hoped that being the first to attack would give him a small advantage at least.
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Post by Miter on Feb 12, 2016 1:51:46 GMT
"My name is Miter it will be my pleasure to cross fists with you Gulls."Miter would watch as the warrior came charging at his person with a left fist predominantly extended to the front. What exactly did this warrior have planned with this attack? Unable to come up with the motive of this obvious attack Miter decided to let it play out to gauge the tactics of his opponent. The warrior would catch the left punch with his right hand, and would clench down on the fist hopefully stopping the enemy from escaping. Out of the corner of the warriors eye he would notice a right punch coming up on his side. The warrior would brace himself for the assault of the right blow headed for him. After the fist would make contact the warrior would shift his body weight with the force of the blow causing him to fall backwards. The warrior would catch himself with his right hand, and hurling himself away from the foe landing on his right knee. Slowly rising to his feet he would look at the opponent spitting blood from his mouth to the side, “That was one hell of a punch I will give you that! Let me show you the power that the ancients have gifted me with!”
A serious look would cascade the facial features of the warrior; crossing his arms, and lowering them to his sides he drew his fists back level with his core. Showing his weaknesses as if he was attempting to challenge the opponent to be serious, and take his bait. Miters leg muscles would begin to expand due to him channelling his ki into his legs. Then with one quick motion the warrior launched himself at his enemy; the momentum created from his thrust caused the antenna atop his head to blow backwards due to the force. Once within distance of the enemy Miter would attempt a right hook, regardless of the outcome of that attack he would attempt to clench the back of the opponent's head, and drag him down into a knee. After the attempts of his attacks he would leap back, and keep his arms in the taunting battle stance.
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Post by Gulls on Feb 12, 2016 8:44:31 GMT
Gulls was standing with a fierce look in his eyes but a kind of friendly smile accompanying it. However before he could do that, his fist had been grabbed by his strong opponent but his fist still planted into the side of him. He attempted to force his hand out of his grip by moving it the opposite way to where Miter’s hand was. ”That punch is nothing compared to one you could muster. I felt your strength with a simple grab.” This was shown even more when he saw Miter almost fly towards Gulls, disabling him from doing anything more, he was punched straight in the face with a right hook before falling right into the hand of the warrior and shoved INTO his knee.
He brought his right hand around and tried to punch the soft part of the leg above the knee. As he his face was holding down the knee of the Miter so that his fist had the best chance it could have at striking his leg. He then tried to use any reaction from his knee getting hit or if it missed then his best to break the hold of his head. Gulls tried to jumped away a good distance, he felt something that must have been sweat roll down his face. As he wiped the liquid he thought was sweat, his hand became drench in thin Purple Blood.
He looked took a big breath in through his nose as the blood that was covering his face stayed there but inside his nose the blood slowly oozed down into his throat. ”You are a great foe, but I won’t give up. Perhaps the ancients favoured you, but I promise, if we meet in a month’s time, I will beat you.” A laugh appeared from his mouth as he had actually enjoyed himself. His face was showing quite a happy expression before in the distance back in the arena, he heard the speaker shout in his microphone. He flew back over expecting the victor of the spar to follow. ”HELLLLLO LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WE ARE STARTING RIGHT NOW! FIRST UP…Green Fist VS… THE BOULDER!” As soon as the name Boulder was called, the crowd burst into cheers, non-stop, seemingly deafening shouts repeated all around. ”YES YES! NOW THE OTHER FIGHTS ARE UP ON THE BOARD!” Not many people looked except those that knew about Ki and the strength or REAL fighters.
The Board showed the rest just Namekian Warriors that wanted to be a part of the tournament legitimently, Miter’s name was placed last as he joined late, there was no one to fight at the current moment until Boulder was seen breaking a Namekian’s arm. That’s right, Boulder walked up to a namekian and snapped his arm in half before kicking him in the head. The judges stared worryingly but couldn’t do much except place Miter with whoever was going to fight that guy. Boulder shouted at the knocked out warrior. ”PIECE OF SHIT, MESS WITH THE BOULDER AND YOU GET THE HORNS!” All the people standing behind him gave him weird looks, but no one really said anything except Gulls who shouted at him. ”Fight someone your own size you ugly pig.” As he was about to punch Gulls in the face, he was directed to one of the six battle stages. Miter was also told to go to the last one but the judges were quite scared to be near Boulder. Both Boulder and Gull walked to the arena which had the most people because of the ‘so-amazing’ Boulder who apparently was a god or something stupid like that.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Mar 6, 2016 6:30:03 GMT
Miter - 2019 PL.
Gulls - 1291 PL.
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