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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2016 17:05:56 GMT
(Current PL: 3,500) The Tenka'ichi Budōkai Grounds. A place completely well known for its martial arts tournaments. It's an early morning, and the place was currently empty save for one person. Marcel sat in one of the stands, looking down at the tournament grounds. Whether he was allowed here, or not when it's not open currently didn't cross his mind. He just ended up stumbling upon the place, and floated in without much thought. A small smile appeared on the hybrid's face. He hasn't been to, or participated in any of the tournaments before, but he has heard so much about it from his late step father during his youth. The idea of many powerful martial artists coming together to test each others strengths as the audience roared, and cheered on. Marcel closed his eyes, and sat back as he imagined himself being there. He could feel the stands shaking from the crowd's cheering. The powerful blows being clashed on the grounds, giving off powerful shock waves, and the enthusiastic voice of the announcer! Marcel slowly opened his eyes, and took another look at the grounds as a brief breeze blew past. He wanted to inspect it closer, but was hesitant. What if he broke something? That's when it finally occurred to him about this possibly being trespassing. He found it disgraceful. Someone like him who was trying to be the good guy doing something that could be...illegal. Despite his races, Marcel was a goody goody who hasn't committed any form of crime...on purpose. But the are "called" to him. He shook his head a bit, and bit is lower lip before flying down to the area, where all the fighting happens. Marcel landed in front of the square grounds, and crouched down a bit. It appeared wider up close. He stretched an arm out with the intention of touching it, but quickly stopped himself. "No...I already did too much..." Negi
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Post by Negi on Sept 15, 2016 15:51:21 GMT
Negi’s first time on Earth! The young saiyan had recently landed, and his legs were cramped. He decided that it would probably be a good idea to go for a short jog, maybe explore for a little while before meeting up with the other members of the SSE on Earth. Negi stretched his legs, popping one heel out at a time and making sure to relieve the tension from the tendons so that they would not be damaged by his exercise. He jogged through the streets, getting an occasional angered cry from pedestrians who got in the way, and the boy had almost hit. After about a half-hour, the saiyan began to become a little bit bored. He had been on Vegeta. He had been on Namek. This was just another city on another planet, and the gravity here was a tenth of what it was on his home planet. Didn’t make for much of a run. Following signs, he noticed one that stated the direction toward the “tournament grounds”. Negi perked up instantly. On Vegeta, that arena would probably have been running on an hourly basis every day of the week. Maybe it would be the same way here! The boy arrived to find the stadium empty, aside from the one guy who crouched within the confines of the large, square-cut stone arena. Negi felt out the man’s ki, and it wasn’t extreme in power, but it had a strange tang to it. Almost as if the being was some sort of melting pot of energy. The young saiyan didn’t feel anything negative, though, so he decided that he might as well acquaint himself… Negi stepped into the ring somewhat heavily – making just enough noise to alert the man to his presence, but not quite enough to appear aggressive. If Marcel turned to face him, Negi would wave to him with a smile marking his face. Marcel Law (Sorry for the wait, I recently replaced my computer and I don't like to post from my phone :P)
Thread PL: 34,920, Light Weights: 26,190
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2016 1:20:29 GMT
Marcel smiled softly as he looked at the arena. It appeared pretty clean, and clear with a few scratches here, and there, but he could still see it. He could still see the many fights that have transpired here. This place had a history to it, an impressive one no doubt. He closed his eyes, and imagined himself fighting there one day. He didn't care about winning, but instead about the satisfactory of fighting against other powerful individuals. Maybe it was his Saiyan genes showing themselves? Marcel sighed happily, and placed a hand on the smooth arena. He just couldn't stop himself at this point. He wanted to learn more about this amazing place! A loud sound then startled the hybrid. His eyes quickly shot open, and he bounced back onto his feet instinctively in a defensive position. Oh crap, it was the police wasn't it? Marcel knew that it was a bad idea to invade such a legendary place like this after hours, but instead he let his instincts get the best of him. He quickly looked around until he noticed the source of the noise, standing there right on the arena. What really got the hybrid's attention was the stranger's extremely long, black hair, black eyes, and....tail. Is this...a Saiyan? Marcel has never seen another Saiyan before aside from his mother. Oddly, the stranger's friendly demeanor reminded him of his mother...before she went back to her natural roots. Brief flashbacks of a young Marcel riddled with dark spots, and his mother played through the hybrid's head in rapid succession. He looked away from the guy, and blinked a few times before looking back at him. "Uh...Hello there." he said a bit nervously as he politely bowed. "Do you mind telling me what you are doing here?" he asked curiously. Due to mainly secluding himself in a forest, rarely going out anywhere populated, Marcel has never realized that more pure blooded Saiyans actually lived here. Heck, he didn't even know about the existence of Maijins until he met the red one, and they are common here! Marcel was feeling many different emotions right now. He wanted to ask him about Saiyans, and their nature, something he never got to ask his mother. He wanted to know why they had tails since he didn't have one when he was born, and he definitely wanted to learn what it was about them that made them go aggressive, or perhaps that was something exclusive to his mother. But first... "Oh, and I don't think standing there is allowed." he said, pointing at the arena. Marcel was always a man who followed the rules, even if he wasn't sure there was a rule for it. Although, if there was a rule for not trespassing here, Marcel was certainly not in a place to be saying anything... Negi
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Post by Negi on Sept 16, 2016 15:18:37 GMT
Negi brushed the stone arena with his foot, scratching that single persistent itch right above his forehead. His brow furrowed in thought; how could such week stone be used for tournaments? Perhaps a few years ago he would have believed it could be used for fighters like himself, but if he fought now… He wondered if the income this place brought in was sufficient to cover the cost of replacement. Or maybe there weren’t that many powerful people on Earth – he had no way of knowing, considering that he had only just arrived on the planet. Snapping back to reality, the young saiyan registered the hybrid’s question. Was he not supposed to be here? “Oh, sorry, do you work here?” He started, legitimately apologetic. “I have never been here before, and I saw signs showing that this place is used for hosting tournaments.” Negi shrugged. “I figured that I would check it out – on Vegeta, there would be a tournament here every single day.”He clacked the heel of his weighted boot on the stone floor and chuckled. “It wouldn’t last very long though – this place would become a crater during the first match.”Negi turned around to face the entrance of the tournament grounds. Locking his fingers behind his head, he leaned back slightly and entered a relaxed state. He took a few steps until he was standing underneath the archway, and did not turn back as he spoke. “Well, I suppose I’ll leave then. Unless you want to do something…” A smile the hybrid would not see curled the side of his lips. “I have a feeling that you aren’t really supposed to be here either.”He chuckled quietly to himself and began to make his way away from the arena. Marcel Law
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2016 0:35:56 GMT
Marcel remained silent as the Saiyan apologized. He didn't work here, but he was too distracted by the fact that there was a freaking pure blooded Saiyan right here in front of him to answer! From what the Saiyan said, he appears to not be native to this planet which didn't surprise him at all since he believed that the only pure Saiyan living on Earth was his mother, but then she left to parts unknown... Well, it appears Marcel's guess about Saiyans being naturally aggressive had some truth to it. The idea of a tournament alone excited him, but a tournament everyday!? One wouldn't be able to tell from his current expression, but Marcel extremely ecstatic on the inside! Maybe it was his Saiyan genes talking, but he'd certainly be down for a daily tournament. As the Saiyan turned around, Marcel took a good look at his tail. It was strange, but oddly interesting. He was piratically a human...with a monkey's tail. He had no idea about the power behind their tails, their weaknesses, and its ability to turn them into a...huge ape type creature. He had a small urge to walk up to, and grab the tail, but his obvious well mannered behavior kept him from moving an inch. On the outside, Marcel was like a mature adult which he is, but on the inside, he currently felt like an extremely curious little toddler. Questions must be answered! The stranger finally answered Marcel's response about standing on the arena which caused him to glance away, rubbing the back of his head nervously. "Well...I'm not entirely sure if there is a rule against being here actually.." he claimed, trying to save himself. "It just appears to be something like that..." He REALLY didn't want to seem like he was breaking any rules. He then started to pace around some, pondering more about the "rules" here a little more than he should be. He quickly stopped as he remembered that he had company. "My apologies." he said out of the blue with a bow. "My name is Marcel. It's a pleasure to meet you." Negi
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Post by Negi on Sept 21, 2016 18:01:45 GMT
Negi felt a zing of energy – a clear sign of excitement from the otherwise composed figure standing across the grounds. Apparently, the idea of physical competition excited Marcel’s blood as much as it did Negi’s, though the young saiyan did wonder if it was in the same way. There was always a certain expectation of saiyans; ape-like humanoid creatures who lusted after blood and battle, not caring for anything but power and domination. Unfortunately, this was true for a vast majority of saiyans, but Negi was one of the few who seemed to shatter those stereotypes. Of course, Negi had insinuated that the other young man was not actually an employee – someone who worked for the tournament grounds would have spent enough time here to not stand about, staring longingly at the stadium. More likely, they would be scrubbing toilets or sweeping leaves and trash from the rows of seats. As Marcel bowed apologetically, Negi laughed. “Don’t worry about it. My name is Negi. If you are so worried over violating any rules about trespassing,” he turned his left palm flat up to the air and pointed it in the direction of the exit. “Then perhaps we should find somewhere else to be?” Marcel Law
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2016 19:11:17 GMT
Marcel looked towards the exit Negi was pointing towards. He then took another look around the empty stands, and the to the arena itself. He didn't really want to leave, but what else was it there to do here? He couldn't just stand here for the rest of the day, staring at the grounds like a loon. He was lucky that it was this Saiyan that approached him instead of an employee...or the cops. "Hmm...perhaps." he agreed, nodding a bit as he started to walk. He glanced over to Negi, a bit surprised about his response. Of all people, he wouldn't have expected a Saiyan to be this rational. From what he, and that red Maijin he met not too long ago told him about pure Saiyans were that they were savages, aggressive battle hungry creatures. It explained why his mother was teaching him how to be more hostile....it also explained why he has these violent...urges whenever he came across someone who angered him. It was strange seeing a none hostile pure blood like this, but then again his mother didn't appear all that hostile until he reached his teen years... "If you don't mind me asking, and apologies in advance if this comes off as offensive, but..." he turned his head towards the long haired Saiyan before continuing. "Are you really a pure blooded Saiyan?" he asked, his tone very serious, but a bit confused. "From what I've learned so far about ou...your species, I'd expect you to challenge me to some brawl, not actually being well...formal." he admitted before turning his head back forward, scratching his cheek with an index finger. He stopped himself from saying our because he believed he didn't have the right to say it due to only being half Saiyan. "But then again, it appears our strengths are quite far apart, so I probably wasn't worth the energy." he chuckled a bit, commenting on Negi's higher level in power. Negi
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Post by Negi on Sept 29, 2016 18:42:30 GMT
Marcel may have caught himself, but his rhetorical stumble did not go unnoticed. Our? If Marcel was a saiyan, where was his tail? He lacked certain facial characteristics that were prevalent in most saiyans as well. It made Negi curious, but he wasn't one to pry. If Marcel wanted to fill the young saiyan in on the details, then that is what he would do. Negi remained silent, simply motioning with his shoulder for Marcel to follow as he left the tournament grounds. They could discuss a few things while they walked. Plus, Negi needed a moment to process the question. The young saiyan walked somewhat lackadaisically once he was outside of the tournament grounds, popping his elbows above his head as he locked his fingers into the mess of hair behind his head. "Yes, I am a full-blooded saiyan, but you don't need to worry about offending me. I'm not going to rip your head off."He paused. “One thing that I can say for sure,” the boy started, a deathly weight behind his voice. “Is that you need to be very careful when it comes to full blooded saiyans.”
He paused again, hoping that it would sink in. In Negi's experience, not every saiyan was evil by general moral standards. But that was equally true for other members of every other species that he had encountered so far. Saiyans, though, he knew to be excessively aggressive. Oftentimes to the point of gratuitous violence for its own sake. He had grown up on Vegeta, and had nearly been killed there on multiple occasions. "I have had extensive training, and perhaps I burnt through a hefty chunk of my own aggressive nature after a certain... Incident." He wasn't going to bring up his dead twin or Kabocha to someone he had just met. Negi was different than most saiyans. He had learned things and grown differently than others of his kind. Perhaps the strangest thing, though, was that he did not feel the constant urge to kill and dominate. Negi definitely still shared the love combat and physical struggle, though. "Plus," he said, rubbing his head comically. "I think Shemha beat the manners into me..."Perking back up, the boy tried to lighten the mood a little more. He thought about what he wanted to say. "Just because you aren't as strong as me doesn't mean you aren't worth the energy. Besides, I was once at the same level you are now. Becoming exceptional takes investment," he leaned over a little closer to Marcel. "Though just raising your power level isn't enough. Anyone can become stronger. To win, though, requires tactics and strategy. You were standing in the center of a tournament ring. Do you think the winners got there just by being the strongest?"Marcel Law
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2016 19:21:59 GMT
Marcel started to walk a bit faster until he reached next to the Saiyan. He listened to Negi's reassuring comment, and smiled with a nod. It looked like not all pure blooded Saiyans were bad. His smile would slowly go away however the moment the Saiyan's tone changed. His warning about being careful of other full blood Saiyans definitely didn't go unnoticed. From the way he said it, Marcel knew that this Saiyan must have gone through some crazy things while on that planet, so he took his warning to heart, and nodded. It felt a bit strange having someone younger than himself teaching him these things, but when it came to knowledge, Marcel was pretty open minded. He glanced over to Negi as he explained the possible reasoning behind his relaxed personality. The training part seemed a bit odd since Marcel expected that Saiyans would just grow more obnoxious with strength. Then that's when he brought up something about an...incident. "I see..." Marcel replied as his eyes shifted back to the front, noticing that they were now out of the grounds. The hybrid would be lying if he said he wasn't curious about this "incident", but he wasn't the kind to pry into such personal things. If it were something the Saiyan wanted to talk about, he'd bring it up, and Marcel would be all ears. He did love helping people after all, even if he didn't know what to do. His eyes quickly shifted back to Negi as he explained the other reason he was so relaxed... "Shemha...?" he said to himself softly. Could he be talking about the same Shemha? That red Maijin who helped him a while back with his "inner demons?" Of course he remembered her telling him that she's been to Vegeta before, so it wouldn't be too far of a stretch...no puns intended that those two would have met. But still, did he hear him correctly. She BEAT the manners into him? He knew she was strong, but from what he could remember about Shemha's strength, and the strength he's sensing from Negi, he felt...stronger. Perhaps it was the other way around when they met? Law then listened as the long haired youth talked about strength, and how it pretty much isn't just about power level raising. There was more to it, and Marcel agreed completely. He could remember a similar conversation about power being taught to him by his step father. "You're right. I'm pretty sure those who've stood upon those grounds did more than just physical training. The key to true strength isn't only raw power, but a mental one as well. Once both are in perfect harmony, then you can achieve true strength." he said as he closed his eyes. The words he uttered to Negi were pretty much a slightly altered version of what his step father said. This Negi person was certainly different from most other Saiyan's that was for sure. "By the way..." he opened his eyes, head turning towards the Saiyan. "This Shemha...you're talking about doesn't happen to be a red Maijin, hm?" he asked. "I know someone with a similar name...she's really nice." he claimed, turning his head back forward with a small smile on his face. Negi
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Post by Negi on Sept 30, 2016 15:01:13 GMT
There was a painful flash of memory, and Negi clutched his head in his hands as he dropped to one knee. “Grrraagh!” He gurgled in pain as images burst into his mind. It felt like his head was going to explode. “The key to strength isn’t just physical power, but mental as well. Once both are in perfect harmony, you can achieve true strength.” What Marcel said had elicited the young saiyan’s memories of the only stable figure in his early life. His now-dead master, Kyuuri. How long had it been since Negi had last thought about that man? Perhaps Negi’s subconscious had forced it down, pushing it away as a defense mechanism. The man who had taken him in. The man who had spent years teaching him true martial arts. The man who had shown Negi the path to freedom… Snapping back to reality, Negi shook his head. It throbbed like a migraine, but he was fine now. “Sorry,” he muttered apologetically. What were they talking about? Right. “Yeah, Shemha. Actually, I knew her back when we were both new to the SSE. We’ve been friends for a while now. If you need someone you can rely on, it’s her.”
Negi perked up at a thought. “You seem to be the kind of guy who might be interested in sparring. I know I’d like to see what you are made of, in a manner of speaking. We seem to share a mind when it comes to the art of combat.” Marcel Law
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2016 21:05:34 GMT
Law's eyes widened as he watched the Saiyan hit the ground. "Negi!?" The hybrid quickly went down to the Saiyan's level, putting a hand on his shoulder, his face in shock. What was going on!? Was Negi suffering from a massive headache all of a sudden!? As he gurgled in pain, Marcel quickly took a look around. "It's okay, I'll take you to a hospital nearby!" he said, reassuringly as his eyes focused back on the teen. "Negi?" After the Saiyan has appeared to calm down, Marcel backed away a bit as he got all the way back up as well. "There's no need to apologize." he said, shaking his head a bit, still concerned about what had just happened as he talked more about Shemha. Did he have some kind of medical condition. Despite mainly focusing on the Saiyan's well being, he did manage to hear some of the things he said about Shemha. Did he hear him correctly? Did he pretty much just say that she was part of the SSE as well? Marcel didn't know much about this Saiyan Solar Empire, Solar Saiyan Empire, or whatever it was called, but from what little knowledge he had about them, he could've sworn that they only accepted pure blooded Saiyans into their ranks. She was no where near that....Marcel wanted to ask Negi more about this, but it didn't seem like now was the time. Perhaps he will ask Shemha herself if they ever meet again. "Sparring?" his attention fully returned to Negi. "Shouldn't you go see a doctor first? What just happened seemed really serious..." Marcel was almost always up for a good spar, but now it didn't seem like a good time. The teen was obviously hurting a few minutes ago, and it seemed to be best to seek medical attention instead. He didn't want him keeling over, and dying. Negi(If we do end up sparring, gonna warn you right now that I suckkkkkkk o~o)
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Post by Negi on Oct 4, 2016 18:40:42 GMT
Negi shook his head, masking the sudden shock of emotion behind a toothy grin. “Nah, I’m fine. Nothing to worry about. Really. Thank you for your concern, though.”He was completely serious; he had had similar flashbacks of his brother’s remains while he had trained with Kyuuri years in the past. They were extremely rare, and never seemed to happen while he was participating in anything physical. A pang of guilt did shoot through him as he thought about Kyuuri. If the young saiyan had just planned better, maybe Kyuuri wouldn’t have gotten involved. Maybe he wouldn’t have been killed. But now it was too late, and reminiscing and feeling guilty did was rather unproductive. Kyuuri had once said: “I have made many mistakes in my lifetime, and I should have many regrets. But those days are past. What you must do is to look forward. To change yourself, and to not make those same mistakes in the future. If you spend your life dwelling on the past, then you will never be able to see the future. Remember that, Negi.”The young saiyan remembered looking into the man's eyes, and seeing the truth that lay within. Well, it was time to look ahead. "Well, I've got nothing but time to kill. I wouldn't mind getting to know you - I have a feeling that you and I could get along quite well. He paused, turning to make direct eye contact with Marcel. He wanted to make sure, just as with his statement on the dangers of saiyans, that this point stuck in Marcel's mind. "By the way, you are worth my energy. Never think that just because you aren't the most powerful being on the planet that you have little value. In fact, if I hadn't met Kyuuri, and I had simply lived a normal saiyan life, I doubt I would have reached a power even slightly higher than what you now possess. And when I began training, Kyuuri could have beat me into the ground with his pinky if he had wanted to."
(We don't have to have a sparring session, but I can work with literally anything if we do. It's up to you, I'm fine either way :D )
Marcel Law
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2016 1:01:24 GMT
Marcel gave the Saiyan one more look of concern before nodding. "If you say so." he responded. He wasn't quite sure if Negi was really fine, or simply trying to mask his pain, but the hybrid had no choice, but to take his word for it. If anything else were to happen however, there would be no discussion. It would be straight to a Hospital! He then smiled some at the possibility of getting to make another friend. "I agree, especially since we both know Shemha." he added. Negi didn't seem all bad for someone who is apart of the SSE. From what he's heard about them, they weren't really the friendliest of bunch, and had some sort of issue with this planet in the past. He was still a bit surprised to learn that Shemha is also apart of it, not just because of her species, but also because of the things he heard about the group. This also brought up some questions, such as why was she here on this planet? Was she sent to spy on it? He had to make sure to find out the next time he sees her...He really didn't want to question the only person he thinks of as a friend... The hybrid gave Negi his undivided attention as he spoke. It was similar to what he said before, but it carried more weight to it this time. This Negi person was definitely no ordinary Saiyan. "I really appreciate that. I can tell that this Kyuuri person has made an impact on your life." he said with a nod before continuing. "I accept your spar by the way. I've been told that it is a great way for two to bond." He then turned around to make his way back to the grounds. If they were going to spar, might as well do it at the place that countless warriors have shared their battles. Once he has made it onto the stadium, the hybrid turned around to face his opponent. "A bit of a warning. I haven't been in a battle in some time, so I might be a little rusty." he claimed before giving a small smirk. "But that doesn't mean you should go easy on me." Although his mind was now set on this little spar, one question still rolled around in the back of his mind. What will happen if they get caught fighting here after hours.....? Negi(Nah, It's cool. I need to learn how this combat thing works anyway. o:)
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Post by Negi on Oct 11, 2016 15:15:47 GMT
Interestingly enough, the long-haired boy shared the same thoughts as Marcel. Though, being completely ignorant of Earth’s laws or even the majority of Earth’s culture, Negi certainly was not worried about being caught on tournament property after hours. Vegeta turns with Zenni and various bodily fluids – most problems could be solved with fists or money. The young saiyan did not plan on hurting any earthlings, and he assumed that a few stone tiles wouldn’t break the bank. Assuming, of course, that the two broke any tiles in the first place. Negi strode into the dead center of the arena, barely able to mask the excitement he felt as the muscles of his cheeks forced themselves to curl upward. Stepping out in a straight line to the middle edge of the northern side. The boy placed both arms in front of himself, keeping them as straight as possible without locking the elbows. Palms facing downward, his twisted his his torso at the hips until the middle finger of his right hand pointed back inward toward the center of the stony square. A shock of energy bolted through him, and he directed it into his right leg as he stepped out to the side, making sure to keep his focus directed toward the center. The young saiyan started slowly. Moving slowly, he began to walk a circle around the arena. Keeping his weight grounded, the young saiyan only moved one foot at a time yet managed to keep from locking either knee. It would probably look very strange to Marcel, but Negi had not fought without killing intent for several months, and he needed to readjust himself. If he did not realign his Ki properly, and get a feel for his spacing, then it was quite possible that he could accidentally injure Marcel in permanent fashion. It would take perhaps two minutes before Negi was finished. Step after step, Negi circled the arena. If Marcel had a considerable amount of experience with ki, he might recognize that the arena was swirling with energy… Like a whirlwind of invisible force waiting to be tapped – this wasn’t something that Negi had planned, it was simply a part of the art he had been taught by Kyuuri. When the boy was finished, he walked calmly toward the center of the arena. He cracked his neck, then turned to Marcel. “Okay. So, here’s how I’d like to do this.” He paused for a moment to scratch that persistent itch on his scalp. Maybe he should get that checked out sometime. “So, I would like to test your strength and speed if you don’t mind. It’ll give me an idea of how hard I can hit back.” He grinned at the hybrid, then pointed a thumb at his own navel. “First, I want to you hit me as hard as you possibly can, right here in the gut.” Then, jerking his thumb up to his chin he continued. “When I double over from the force, I want you to try and get me in the chin with a knee. Sound like a plan?”
Negi continued to grin. He was excited that finally there was someone willing to go at it without trying to kill him. Marcel Law
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2016 16:51:03 GMT
Like a hawk, Marcel's eyes followed the Saiyan's every move with a smirk on his face as he stood in the center. What was the long haired teen up to? Was he going to strike? Perhaps getting a better idea of his opponent, looking for any weak points? The hybrid made sure to keep his eyes upon him. He couldn't shake this feeling that things were going to get interesting which is why he was in the same position as Negi, not being able to contain his smirk. He hasn't been in a decent fight in a while, so he was really looking forward to this, and if the smirk didn't already give that away, the 'fire' in his crimson eyes will. As the Saiyan continued to pace around the arena, Marcel's eyes would lower a bit as he began to feel the ki, swirling around. It was obviously coming from his opponent. Was he attempting to balance out his ki? It would make sense considering if he would go all out now, he could possibly take out not only the hybrid, but this entire area with one move. Just the thought of that made Marcel chuckle softly, fueling the hybrid's hidden thirst for battle. Once finished, the pure blood walked up to the center as well, standing next to Marcel who was facing the opposite direction. Once he started to talk, Marcel glanced over to him, keeping his attention entirely on the teen. "I'm sorry, but...hm?" he raised an eyebrow as Negi requested him to hit him in the gut. Sure it wasn't a serious fight, and it was to get a feel on how he should proceed on fighting Marcel, but one wouldn't just stand there, and let their foe pretty much get a free shot in normally...a mistake that the hybrid himself will make in the near future with a certain red headed android.... Marcel slowly walked backwards so he could properly be in front of his opponent as he continued to speak. Without uttering a word, Marcel shut his eyes as he stretched his arms, and legs out a bit. Despite his yes being closed, he could still sense where the teen stood in case he planned to take advantage of this. He never thought much about it at first, but the Saiyan did say he was apart of the SSE earlier. He didn't know too much about them, but he has heard around about their issue with Earth. Some caution still had to be taken around him, despite how nice he is... After inhaling then exhaling, Marcel quickly opened his eyes, still set on Negi. He wanted to make sure he could hit him with all he had which he didn't have a problem with, knowing that he wasn't strong enough to severely injure him. Without warning, Marcel floated a few inches off of the ground, and dashed as quickly as he could towards Negi. Normally a stupid move, trying to do a frontal assault like this due to it leaving one open, or can be easily dodged if one wasn't quick enough, but he wanted to respect Negi's request, so with all he could, he pulled back one of his arms, and once he was close enough, he'd quickly force his arm forward, his fist ramming straight into the middle of his stomach. It was then followed with him bending the joints in his arms upwards, his hands balled up into fists as he quickly, and forcefully brought one of his knees up, slamming it straight into the Saiyan's chin, his position appearing like that of a kickboxer's. After that was done, Marcel would then stand back next to Negi facing the opposite direction once again. "I hope that helped you enough." he said, his eyes facing the opposite direction with a calm expression on his face. Negi(Hope what I made Marcel do made sense. o~o)
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