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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2016 5:28:04 GMT
Namorel
Powerlevel: 4,517 [Base -75% Heavy Weights]
It had been a few days since Namorel last flew out west, instead focusing his time back at home so that he could get used to wearing the new weights he had. The white turban sat upon his head, and the cape shawled around his shoulder and laced behind him into a flurry as he flew out west. The attire reminded him of the tradition weights the warriors back on Namek. The weight of it was unfamiliar to him and yet still refreshing in that it gave him a new hurdle to hump with every new training session or spar. He felt almost as if he had an entire mountain on his back. He had made sure when he received them to have it made of the same elastic material the saiyans wore when they chose to have access to the oozaru form, allowing him to still wear them in case he had to use his own Great Namek form in a fight. He knew no reason as to his flight west, lest he wanted to do a lap around the planet before the day was over, or simply to train in the desert that day. However, who knew; perhaps he would come across someone that would gice this day more purpose in one way or another.
KP: 3/3 [No Tech in Use] Kaile[/font]
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Post by Kaile on Aug 22, 2016 6:02:40 GMT
i dare for you to tell me “please don't cry” @tagged Who knew what today would bring... Today was the second day she'd been on earth and she supposed it was time to start exploring. If nothing else flying around this planet would somehow give her someone to fight. She knew this planet had warriors, she only had to find them. She didn't wish to really stay around Bing too much either, If she had then he might get suspicious of her. She wasn't entirely sure where she found herself anymore, She had simply set out early in the morning and began to fly. She wasn't really sure the direction she went in, but she did know how to find Bing, So getting back wouldn't be a problem. As she flew her scouter finally began to pick up on a signature, This caused her to halt and tap the button on the side of her scouter. '4,517 eh? Not too bad... Good a place as any to start anyway. So long as it ain't an Arcosian or Half-Saiyan at any rate.' She thought to herself, She had her scouter track where it was and began to jet off towards the signature. A smirk on her face when she could finally see the person 'A Namekian? On Earth? Interesting... Alright Kaile remember... You're here for a friendly spar nothing more!' She reminded herself of her charade as she approached the Namekian and put on a smile, Stopping once she got within about 100 feet of the Namekian. "Hey! Namekian!" She called out trying to get his attention as she slowly approached, waving to him as she did so. "Mind if I talk to ya for a moment?!" She asked, her tail currently wrapped around her waist and the remnants of her SSE armor still being worn. If the Namekian obliged her she would hurry over to him and do a mid-air bow "Thanks for stopping, I'm new to Earth actually... Just arrived yesterday actually. But I was wondering if you wouldn't mind sparring with me, It's been awhile since I've actually been able to have a good spar so when you showed up on my scouter I had to rush over and find out!" She said, trying to sound as innocent as she could. She didn't mention her broken SSE armor, in fact she hoped this Namekian wouldn't recognize it... Or at the very least wouldn't ask her about it. She didn't really, in truth, have any good excuse ready. Techniques Used:
[ WORDS 410 | THREAD 410 | KI REMAINING 3/3 | Current Power Level 1908 ] Heavy Weights are on.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2016 14:03:16 GMT
Namorel
Powerlevel: 4,517 [Base -75% Heavy Weights]
Namorel felt the sun against his kneck, the heat touching the places that were left uncovered by the weights, he relished the small amounts of heat protection if offered him at times like this, while also offering warmth in the mountain line atound Frappe. His cape would ripple in the wind as he flew westbound. In no time however he wouls hear a voice seemingly targetting him, his hearing as a namekian would pick it up rather quickly and easily. Turning to see what appeared to be a saiyan flying towards him he stopped where he was to ease the saiyan on an arrival to him. As the saiyan drew closer he could make out it was a female. "New to Earth? Story of my life, what brings you here? We all have our stories."He would respond to her first, waiting to reply on the matter of the spar for a moment as to ask this. He always found it interesting when he found out what reason other people or races had being on Earth. "As for a spar, sure. Gives me a good opportunity to adjust to these weights."He finally replied to the spar, dropping his voice some on the mention of the weights when he spoke. He didn't want the opponent to know he was handicapping himself. He simply wanted a friendly practice fight if anything.
KP: 3/3 [No Tech in Use] Kaile
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Post by Kaile on Aug 22, 2016 21:03:53 GMT
i dare for you to tell me “please don't cry” @tagged Kaile smiled as the Namekian accepted her spar, She did a small arm pump when he did as well. She kept her friendly smile up, She gave him a thumbs up as she looked around for a moment before spotting a fairly flat and open area. "How about we go over there to start? It's pretty flat and open!" She suggested, If he agreed she'd fly down to the spot before readying herself. Bringing her left hand up, palm out with her fingers forming a hook shape. Her other hand backwards some but closing it into a fist, As she continued to hold her friendly smile on her face. "Whenever you're ready Sir Namekian!" She said allowing him to make the first move, this would be a two-fold training exercise. It'd not only give her some training, but it'd give her an idea of how those on this planet fight. She kept her eyes firmly locked on the Namekian, holding her stance firmly to offer as few openings as possible. Both of her hands were positioned in such a way that would allow her the fastest reaction time possible, while also letting her get ready to launch her own attack if and when she countered her. 'Alright Kaile, Just remember... This is a spar, Don't try to kill the Namekian no matter how tempting it becomes.' She kept reminding herself over and over that she was putting up this facade, she had to ensure that this Namekian truly believed she only wished to spar and that she didn't have any other ulterior motives. This was a new experience for her, so in truth this was a three fold exercise as it also helped her to keep the mindset that she was only here to train and friendly ventures. [ WORDS 303 | THREAD 713| KI REMAINING 3/3 | Current Power Level 1908 ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2016 22:30:15 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 4,517 [Base -75% Heavy Weights]
The saiyaness indicated a relatively flat location nearby for the spar, no trees in the way or brush to complicate the combat. Namorel obliged as he turned to face the clearing before flying towards it in a means to follow, the weighted cape billowing in the air that travelled beneath it and over it. The weights fit snugly on him, not budging as he flew towards the clearing. Once he landed he would begin to take his stance, his feet almost two feet apart from one another and his knees bent in a slight crouch. His right foot would be in the back and his left tilted slightly to the right as it sat in front. His right arm would be bent at his wait, the fist balled up with the knuckles baring. Almost like a snake’s rattle; His left arm curved upwards above his head,slightly extended to go above his head a few feet with the hand slightly opened to copy the mouth of a snake. His form would show a false opening in his mid-torso, but if one were to take their chances they would see that this opening would lead them to a harsh battle. ”Feel free to make the first move.”Namorel said without moving an inch, inspecting the opponent intent on studying her when she made the move to start it. He would try to avoid using his ki for attacking if he could prevent himself from needing to.
KP: 3/3 [No Tech in Use] Kaile
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Post by Kaile on Aug 24, 2016 18:14:06 GMT
i dare for you to tell me “please don't cry” @tagged Just some light friendly sparring, Nothing super serious. She had to once more keep reminding herself, over and over these words repeated in her head. Leaning down just a little bit as she kept her eyes watchful of the Namekian, She watched how he adopted a similar stance to herself. This made her smile as it meant, for Kaile anyway, that those here fought similarly to herself. He was studying her just as she was studying him, A fair enough trade in Kaile's eyes. He wanted her to make the first move, but she wasn't ready to make a move. She spent quite a few moments just staring at the man, her left hand moving to hide one of her eyes as they continued their standstill. She inched forward ever so slightly to see how he reacted, No matter how he reacted it'd give Kaile some insight into how he fought and how his reaction speeds were. If he didn't respond it meant he was slow, that surprise attacks would be the best way to approach this. If he did respond to it then that meant he was prepared for surprise attacks and likely expected them, Which would mean a straight-forward assault would be best. Going for that which one was least likely to expect increased ones chances at winning in a fight, inspecting your opponent and learning how they respond to different stimuli gave one a better understanding of that opponent in general. The wind was probably the loudest thing right now as the two stared off, Unless the Namekian made a move it would remain like this for several more moments before Kaile would once more inch herself forward. She was testing the patience of the Namekian, To see if he would give up an advantage or if he would wait patiently for an opening. In each advance she made she went directly towards the Namekian several paces before stopping, Each time gauging his reaction speed and his reaction itself. For Kaile it was unnatural for her to wait this long, but she kept repeating to herself that it was just a friendly spar and nothing more. The spars on Planet Vegeta weren't anything less than brutal, Saiyans died in spars if they weren't careful... It was just as dangerous as a real fight. Kaile didn't know much about Namekian's in truth so she wasn't really sure how sparring went on their planet, but she was most positive that they didn't kill each other during them. She also knew that on this planet a spar usually meant a friendly competition, so usually it involved no killing. As Kaile stared the Namekian down she kept in mind also his Power Level she had caught before approaching him, It was roughly 4500 which wasn't that strong but it wasn't that weak either. In truth this was probably the longest she'd ever not done anything in a spar, But she knew nothing of how this Namekian fought. So she had to take things slow, He wasn't going to fight like a Saiyan she knew that much for sure. [ WORDS 517 | THREAD 1230 | KI REMAINING 3/3 | Current Power Level 1908 ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 0:56:34 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 4,517 [Base -75% Heavy Weights]
Namorel watched the saiyaness as she stood before him, her stance wa a peculiar one, taking what seemed to be inspiration from a variety of stances, Namorel had seen many while he was on Earth, but none of them were akin to this one to any higher degree. He poise was one he would need to keep his eyes on and not let them falter in case she tried something peculiar. Namorel's own stance was designed to offer a false sense of security and hope to the opponent, but this saiyan's sis quite the opposite, showing her immediate intent on combat and readiness to conceal her body behind brute force. Namorel took a moment to assess the situation at hand, they were in an open field, with the wind blowing, his weights would set him back a bit, but he still had his Great Namek form in case things did not preform in his favor during the fight. The terrain would easily give him the mobility he would need to win while also not offering him any brief cover what so ever. Glancing around periodically he looked for any feasible openings in the saiyan... his opponent at this time. She gave off none, and he would do the same. Keeping his stance as he did this rather quick examination, trying to consume as little time as he had to in order digest the situation at hand. Then his opportunity opened, the saiyaness moved some. Namorel assumed this was a ploy to get him to react first so that she could do similar to what he had done moments ago. Rather than sit back and give her what she wanted he did move, charging directly at her at full speed. However a moment before he would make contact he would blink with his Afterimage technique to move himself behind her and generating a longsword in his right hand with his Ki Armory technique, with this combo enacted he let the ground slide under his feet and wait for her to react before luanching himself forward, prepared to retaliate or attack her based on her reaction. However doing this also put him at the disadvantage of using up all of his energy in one bluff, he hoped it would serve its purpose in order for him to catch a breather. Either way he could not back down to this opponent. He kept his stance he previously had, but with the longsword in the hand that rose above his body now, balance between his long, green fingers.
KP: 0/3 [Although unecessary in this fight I like to keep track Afterimage SU1 1 KP Ki Armory UP2 66% 2KP] Kaile
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Post by Kaile on Aug 28, 2016 1:13:46 GMT
i dare for you to tell me “please don't cry” @tagged The wait was grueling to say the least, But it seemed that her slight movement had caused him to jump. A smile appeared on her face as she called his attack head on, Letting out a battle cry as she brought her fist forward to slam into the Namekians. She blinked as he vanished, her scouter beeping loudly as she turned around to see him sliding away. Her smirk returned as she took her pose once more, That was... Interesting for sure. "So you've made yourself a blade huh? Alright." She said as she lunged forward, her expression going rather monotone to hide her expression. She brought her fist back for a moment as though she were going to throw a punch, however a large combination of Ki began to form in her hand and as she approached she slammed her foot into the ground to launch herself into the air roughly 3 meters from the Namekian, Thrusting her hand forward and unleashing a gout of red ki in a straight beam towards the Namekian. As she stared down at the Namekian she wondered to herself... Just how strong was he truly? Was this the extent of his strength? Or was he strong enough to survive? She wasn't aiming to kill the Namekian... But, of course, accidents happen. Speaking of she clicked the button on the side of her scouter, increasing the speed at which it updated so that she could ready herself for a counterattack. No that isn't how she should be thinking, Kaile closed her eyes and shook her head as she quickly descended to see if the Namekian was indeed still alright if he hadn't emerged after the blast had hit. If he was okay then she'd immediately launch herself at him again, this time however bringing her fist forward to try and slam it as hard as she could directly into the Namekian's chest. She wasn't sure if his earlier attack had been a bluff or if it was intentional, But she intended on finding out just how powerful he truly was. This was the first fight she'd had in awhile actually now that she thought about it, The first time she'd be able to unload her full strength.... Assuming the Namekian wasn't bluffing his strength and truly was as powerful as her Scouter had indicated. >>>Ki Bang[UP2] - Ki Bang works similar to the Ki Flash weaker version of it, Except that it pools a much larger amount of Ki between the hands, causing the hands to be pushed away from each other by about 2 inchs to show the discrepency in how much Ki is being used. The more Ki pumped into Ki Bang, the larger the sphere becomes. When fired, the radius of the attack is always the same however it is, of course, much stronger.
[ WORDS 390 | THREAD 1620 | KI REMAINING 1/3 | Current Power Level 1908 ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 2:58:14 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 4,517 [Base -75% Heavy Weights]
Little to Namorel's surprise the saiyaness took his bluff and followed his lead. Her follow up was a launch over him and her firing a ki blast down on his location. Extending his arm some he began to spin, with the blade od the sword laying at a slightly tilted horizontal axis. He intended to hit the ki blast and disperse some of the released energy to avoid too much damage against himself from the blast. The enrgy of the blast paled in comparison to others he had dealt with; yet he felt that it was relatively close to his weakened power level thanks to the weights. He could drop them and finsih this rather quickly, but where would be the fun in that? Rather he felt this would be substantial training for his first true use of the weights in more than just menial every day tasks. The saiyaness showed a rather balanced agility, but Namorel intended to keep up with her despite this matter. If attention was payed to his sword one could tell that the size of it quivered slightly as if Namorel were not allowing the blade to take the fullest size it could, instead restricting it to a size he deemed fit for this fight and using it accordingly. As he recovered form the ki blast he would turn to the saiyan, knowing there would surely be a follow up attack, the dust made it rather difficult to tell, so he kept his ears trained nd jumped into the air, launching himself in her general direction, with his sword prepared to unleash on her in an instant. The blade shone brightly in its green ki powered light as it streaked beside Namorel as he moved in to use it against the saiyan that was at this time his opponent. If he were to fail in a strike he would extend his leg and do a three hundred and sixty degree kick around himself to ensure hat anyone trying to close in on him after a miss would have to clear over his leg first.
KP: 0/3 -> 1/3 [No Tech in Use] Kaile
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Post by Kaile on Aug 28, 2016 20:16:21 GMT
i dare for you to tell me “please don't cry” @tagged It seemed the Namekian was more lively that she'd expected in truth, She hadn't expected her attack to be as weak as it was. As she charged forward with her hand pulled back the Namekian lunged from the smoke and debris, Another red spherical ball of ki appeared in her hand as she thrust her hand forward. The blade clashed against her hand, causing an explosion to erupt from it. It wasn't really designed to do damage to the Namekian, It was more designed to destroy the blade and send Kaile backwards to a relatively safe distance. Her feet began to skid against the ground roughly 20 meters from where the two clashed, Kaile already panting softly as she narrowed her eyes. Her own weights began to feel a lot heavier than before, as she shifted against their weight it was strange. All of her previous fights had been a lot closer in terms of strength, this was the first time she was fighting someone who was stronger. Part of her contemplated removing her weights, it'd allow her to move faster and it would allow her to use her full strength. But this was a spar not a fight, that meant that she needed to hold back. But this fight was hard enough with her weights, yet Kaile felt a strange feeling... Fighting someone stronger than her, knowing that this wasn't a fight to the death... She shouldn't really like it, but she was already starting to feel some enjoyment from it. She had a smirk on her face as she kept herself ready, she knew the Namekian was about to emerge from the smoke. Weather or not this was attacking her was a different story, She lowered herself into her previous stance to provide herself with the opportunity to defend herself. Her scouter kept a close eye on his location and his Power Level, Her eyes narrowed as she waited for what seemed like an eternity. Techniques Used: Ki Flash[N1] - By pooling energy into her hands and focusing that Ki between her hands for a brief moment, Kaile forms a large spherical ball of red Ki. AFter charging this for but a moment, she thrusts her hands forward and releases a large blast in front of her.
[ WORDS 327 | THREAD 1947 | KI REMAINING 0/3 | Current Power Level 1908 ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2016 6:31:53 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 4,517 [Base -75% Heavy Weights]
As Namorel emerged from the dust that has scattered when he had struck the ki blast he was met with near immediate retaliation, the saiyan came at him in a flash, unleashing another ki blast on the namekian, seemingly aimed at his blade. This gave Namorel an idea, in the time that he had trained with testing out new weapons to apply his ki into he learned how to quickly swap between them without expending any extra ki or the loss of any. Pulling the ki back into a gauntlet shape around his right hand he would charge in to directly hit the ki blast, sure that the new shape of his ki would offer it the durability to remain consistent after a hit. However the blast would still push him back into a slide and he would take a different stance as he recovered, bringing his right hand down to his waist and doing the same with his other hand, he would launch head first from this stance at the saiyaness, intent on a direct melee combat to unfold form this movement. He was rather content with this fight so far, and hoped that it would carry on for a while. This was an excellent opportunity for him to train himself in these weights while allowing him to test out some of the new techniques he had developed most recently. Already opening with his strongest one in a semi-successful bluff. Now he waited to see if the opportunity would come to use either of the other ones on the saiyaness.
KP: 1/3 -> 2/3 [No Techniques used] Kaile
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Post by Kaile on Aug 30, 2016 8:49:43 GMT
i dare for you to tell me “please don't cry” @tagged Now was when this fight started to get serious, Kaile had a huge grin on her face as she waited patiently for the Namekian to emerge. He showed himself as a very straight forward fighter, very predictable. So it came as no surprise when he came charging at her once more ready to clash, Kaile was ready by this point. Her arms moved quickly as her eyes focused on his attacks to perfectly block each one, There was a problem here though... He was faster. Far faster than she had expected in fact, so it came as no surprise that she was being not only forced back but slowly being worn down. If Kaile didn't do something fast then he might actually get the advantage in this spar and that wasn't something Kaile could afford to allow, It wasn't that long into the clash of fists that Kaile ducked down quickly and tried to do a leg sweep underneath the Namekian. She knew that in a head-to-head fight she was going to lose, she she tried to trip the Namekian to get some sort of advantage. If she was successful she'd follow up with a ki blast directly to his face, both to help propel the Saiyaness backwards, and to try to hopefully do some sort of meaningful damage to the Namekian. aaaaaand Theme Song Go!"I'll admit, This is pretty fun for me! Haven't met someone that was so close to me in terms of strength yet still stronger" She said with a pause, taking in a deep breath before allow her aura to flex and letting out a brief battle cry "But here is where we start getting serious Namekian!" Her flare was more for show than anything, but she found that on Vegeta, at the very least, this could often prove to be a very useful intimidation tactic and it helped her win more battles than not. This would gauge his reaction, It'd tell Kaile if he was easily intimidated or if he was battle hardened like she was. Not much longer after she stopped talking Kaile launched herself forward, letting out yet another battle cry as her fist came streaking through the air into her own flurry of blows towards the Namekian. If her intimidation tactic had worked then she might be able to outspeed him if only for a moment, but that moment was all she needed... She just needed to catch him off guard to really lay the hurt on him. [ WORDS 413 | THREAD 2360 | KI REMAINING 1/3 | Current Power Level 1908 ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2016 9:44:12 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 4,517 [Base -75% Heavy Weights]
Everything was going according to Namorel's plan, he had drawn her in and now it was time for him to really get into this brawl. It was a rather quaint change of pace and was a wonderful opportunity for him to test around with combat tactic he had yet to tinker with outside of personal training, he had already gotten to throw one of his new techniques at this saiyaness, but there was still plenty more to some form this combat ready and battle built namekian. Spars always are where he flourishes the best, preparing him for the real fights... and perhaps one he could win in the future.
The namekian would shoot from the spot he stood at, the wind rippling his cape as it laced around his body, his turban sat steadily on top of his head as well. The opponents met with a clash, their strikes almost evening out on one another as they fought. This was an instance Namorel had never faced, always being much slower than the opponwnt and unable to keep up, running and controlling the flow was something he had come to like, the peculiar feeling of it was both empowering and thrilling. Although the saiyan would duck down to trip Namorel, being caught off guard he would begin to fall back unto the ground, but a quick movement would get him to his supply of salt on his waist and chuck it at the eyes of the saiyaness in an attempt to blind her long enough for the ki blast to miss without much effort on Namorel's end.
With the time from the salt he would skid back a bit and readjust his stance to prepare for the next onslaught from the saiyan woman. He had no idea what she would do next, but he was sure that he would not give in any leeway in this spar... even if it was not intended to be a real fight. Namorel saw few differences in either.
"Good, I need more of a warm up."
Namorel would reply, being rather cocky in his tone. Charging rowards the saiyaness once more, ready to unleash a hell of fists down on her while holding no hit back. Sure he would take some himself, but can't one only get stronger by being pushed further down? This was his philosophy as he flew forwards to once more lock combat with this persistent saiyan.
KP: 2/3 -> 1/3 [Pocket Salt Used] @izinagi
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Post by Kaile on Sept 1, 2016 6:55:24 GMT
i dare for you to tell me “please don't cry” @tagged Shit! She was quick to pull back as the salt came flying at her, It did indeed cause her ki blast to miss and allowed the Namekian to get away. Kaile rubbed her eyes to get the salt out of them as she looked up, hearing the Namekian speak she smirked as her eyes cleared and she found her target once more. In truth... Kaile was starting to like this Namekian. He had guts and he was strong, Nor did he back down from a challenge, Traits of a Saiyan. As he prepared himself to once more try and assault her she stood up straight and flexed slightly, causing her red aura to flare to life around her. She licked her lips as he charged forward "Alright then Namekian! LET'S GET DANGEROUS!" She said as she charged forward towards the Namekian as he flew towards her, the two clashing at the half way point between them. She hadn't ever seen someone this fast before in a spar, She was doing everything she could to not take too many of his punches because, those that made it through, hurt... a lot. She wasn't entirely sure if any of her, albeit few, punches were even making it through his and making any kind of connection. Kaile was experiencing some sort of sick satisfaction from this Namekian, She had never had a spar this fun before... This exhilarating. It was unlike any other spar, or hell any other fight, she'd ever been in. The entire time, even as she got hit, she had a huge grin on her face. This Namekian would undoubtedly follow her if she tried moving, which caused their clash to take to the skies. Their punches clashing and cancelling each other out over and over, some of the Namekian's hits getting through her guard simply due to how fast he was. Each one hurt a lot, each one caused her body to momentarily seize with pain, but even so she didn't stop... She couldn't stop. She was having far too much fun! She'd lost count how long their clash went on before she even tried to vary it up with an axe chop from above the Namekian, aiming to strike him square on the top of his head and send him hurtling towards the ground. It was a risky move to be sure, If it missed or failed to knock him away he'd likely be able to capitalize on it if he responded quick enough. The last time Kaile could remember anything this close to how excited she was feeling was back when she was naught but a child, sent away to die... On a suicide mission. Each life she took only fueled her excitement, It only made her more and more happy. [ WORDS 466 | THREAD 2826 | KI REMAINING 2/3 | Current Power Level 1908 ]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2016 7:56:16 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 4,517 [Base -75% Heavy Weights]
The Pocket Salt technique offered Namorel more than enough time, to recover himself and reconstitute his fighting stance. The same style he held earlier now repeated once more. His body lowered closer to the ground in a wide crouch, with his legs at a rather decent distance between one another as he stood there, almost three feet separating this almost eight foot namekian's feet. With one set askew and the other facing directly forward, with the perfect positions to allow him to launch himself forward towards his opponent at any moment be it for combat initiation or to defend from an incoming attack. Namorel had taken his time in the past to practice various footing positions and he always found this one to be the most efficient and most comfortable for his size and upper body stance. The distance allowed his weight to be distributed rather well in the direct center of his pelvis, ultimately making his upper body balanced at the bore of his torso. His waist sat perfectly between both of his legs, balanced at the core as he stood there. His torso was ever so slightly dialed forward to signify that he would be the one to initiate this next flurry of combat on the saiyan that he was in the spar with. and his shoulders sat in their normal position relative to the positioning of his arms. One still sat reeled back by his waist, the ki gauntlet still pulsating as it engulfed his hand, making its presence more than obvious to anyone, even the most oblivious. His other hand rolled up above his body, the hand slacking at the zenith of his stance, ready to be used as a mock strike for his first hit if needed. He contemplated refraining form resorting immediately to this form, instead offering to resort to a more sloppy; yet he felt extremely compelled to throw his all at the female saiyan, and to really put these weights to the test. This, as he kept reminding himself, his first combat opportunity with the weights on. He had to also prove to himself that he was not getting sloppy. He closed his eyes and took a short, deep breath as he waited for the saiyaness to fully recover. As this was not a fight for his life, he felt it was wrong to attack her when she was in a position to not be able to dodge his attack and he had begun to feel a bit of a power gap between the two of them as they fought and was sure that if he caught her solely off guard he would deal more damage to her than he wanted to have to. This spar did vaguely remind him of the training he did on Namek with his father, practicing to be a real namekian warrior, oh to be a young namekian again. Namorel cherished those days back on his home planet... when his father was still alive that is. He had no business on that planet anymore and Earth had seemed like the favorable option, and instances like this spar were a prime example that Namorel had made the right choice to come to the planet Terra and work out his life here. Perhaps he would find reason to go home one day, but today was not that day and neither would be tomorrow. In what felt to Namorel like a matter of minutes, the female saiyan finally removed the salt form here eyes. With this apparent Namorel would launch himself at her, his fist covered in the ki gauntlet leading him into the fray. She would meet him sooner than he anticipated, her gusto leading her to him from what Namorel guessed. She had a sort of bravado the namekian had to respect some as he continued. Each punch shot from his muscles with the full force he could launch behind him. The struggle of powers would grow more and more apparent as each strike was parried or matched with one of the female saiyan's own strikes. Namorel saw this as an opportunity to get ready to finish the fight, then again however he could drag it out longer and pull in the fullest opportunity to train himself and perhaps that would even benefit the saiyaness herself. He ultimately decided that a longer fight as more favorable, prepping to pull himself back some to reduce the overall impact of his strikes some the female saiyan came down with an ax hit, sending Namorel spiraling down to the ground, but he would steady himself before hitting the ground and with his toe tapping the soil itslf he launched himself back into the sky. The spot he touched was immediately surged with a huge gust of wind that tore some of the plants from their spots and cleared a small circle of just dirt. He would have his hands at his waist, his eyes keen on the female saiyan as he drove himself at her, ready to give her a hellish onslaught of melee strikes.
KP: 1/3 -> 2/3[No Techniques used] Kaile
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