Post by Timothy Myers on Oct 4, 2016 6:36:24 GMT
As a dojo known for producing high-caliber fighters, Master Miyamoto's martial arts school had gathered quite a lot of attention. Occasionally, hotheaded fighters would barge into the dojo, challenge its master, promptly get a schooling in pain, and leave with their tail between their legs. It was guaranteed to happen at least once a month. But no-one expected a visit from a literal demon. The master was in the middle of a class when Timothy, noticing someone knocking at the door, went to answer it. The second the android opened the door, he was met with a frightening visage, but Timothy knew that size and muscle mass weren't everything, so he stood his ground.
The gi-wearing, clubless, blue-skinned, ten-foot-tall and broad-shouldered ogre said to the android, "Hey. Are you the master, half-pint?"
"No, I'm just a student," Timothy said, his eyes narrowing.
"Then step aside before I make you. I only challenge worthy opponents."
The android smirked. He didn't know how the ogre escaped from Hell, and he didn't care to find out, but he knew better than anyone that you didn't need to be a Super Saiyan to take down a lowly ogre. He stepped aside, and with a flourish of his hand, said, "You want to challenge Master Miyamoto? He's all yours, but you'll be the third to lose this week."
The ogre brusquely pushed his way door that was way too small for him, knocking out part of the wall in the process. He pointed to the master, saying, "I challenge you, Miyamoto of the Sonic Fist!"
Contrary to popular belief, Master Miyamoto was not some elderly man only sustained by ki. He was barely pushing forty, with short black hair, a goatee, and a visage that radiated power. But he also had a sense of humor that bordered on trolling. As he stopped his move-drilling, he turned to the ogre, saying, "First of all, you're paying for that door. Second of all, while I would love to kick your ass in front of my students, like I've done over a hundred times with other fighters with an ego as big as their stupidity, my students have wanted a piece of the action for a long time now. So here's how this is going to work: I will select my five best students to challenge you, back to back. If you can defeat them, you can take me on. Agreed?"
The ogre was outraged by this, balling his fists and flaring his red ki...but then, only a few seconds later, he calmed down, his furious sneer being replaced by a confident and assured smirk as he closed his eyes. When he opened them, his eyes belied his murderous intent. "Very well then. I'll accept your terms. But just so you know, I'm not paying their hospital bills."
"Then it's decided," Miyamoto replied. Then, he ordered in a commanding voice, "Rachel! Synth! Berri! Kinok! Timothy! Let's accompany our ogre friend to the sparring arena, shall we?" A short time later, the android, human, Namekian, and two Saiyans had taken their places in the sparring ring. Tim got into a fighting stance as he waited for his turn to take on the ogre.
The match was quick and brutal, the ogre utterly wiping the floor with the first four opponents. It was all down to Timothy now. Screwing up in front of his teacher and his fellow students was something that he didn't want to do, and it made the android nervous. But he pushed the feeling to the back of his processor and stared down the fighter in front of him.
The ogre cracked his knuckles, rolled his neck, and charged. Timothy stood ready, giving the appearance that he was going to counter. As predicted, the unusually agile ogre attempted to fake-out Timothy by dashing to his left, attempting to take him by surprise. However, Timothy had observed this same tactic when the ogre fought Synth. Jumping up into the air and floating, he avoided the ogre's tackle, responding with a Kamaitachi to his back. The ogre's gi was immediately torn, a line of blood forming on his upper back, stretching from shoulder to shoulder. That was the first time any one of these whelps had hurt him, and his injured pride showed.
Roaring in rage and pain, the ogre turned, put his hands in together in front of him, curled his fingertips together with his arms outstretched, and let loose with a massive red ki wave that Timothy was barely able to dodge, the beam shooting past him into the sky before looping back around as the ogre guided the ray to the android, turning to aim more accurately as he did so. Timothy responded by flying behind him and tackling the ogre, then rolling out of the way as the ogre was hit by his own blast, once again in the back. Timothy stood in a fighting stance, waiting for the ogre to get up, if he ever did. The ogre's back was bleeding and burned in several places, but after five seconds, the monster got up, huffing and puffing. He dashed forwards faster than Timothy could see, punched Tim once in the face, once in the abdomen, and kicked him in the face to knock him down, walking up to him and putting his hands around the Android's neck in an attempt to choke him. "Nice tactics, mortal. Using my own ki against me. But in a straight fight you don't stand a chance, lowly cyborg!" At this, Timothy laughed, saying, "You don't get out of Hell much, do you?" His voice wasn't impeded at all, and the ogre had just enough time to widen his eyes in realization of Timothy's (lack of) biology before the android's arm shot out, grabbed the ogre's face and pumped a massive amount of ki into his hand, filling the air with an earsplitting screech and causing the ogre to relent in pain, getting off of Timothy and clutching his face. Timothy responded with a sound-powered roundhouse kick to the ogre's temple, knocking him to the ground. The ogre stayed there, as he had been clearly knocked unconscious.
"And that's how I knocked out a martial-artist ogre douchebag in front of the entire dojo!" the android concluded, the crowd of fellow BBA recruits (some of them drunk) who had gathered round in the barracks clapping and cheering as he did so.
The gi-wearing, clubless, blue-skinned, ten-foot-tall and broad-shouldered ogre said to the android, "Hey. Are you the master, half-pint?"
"No, I'm just a student," Timothy said, his eyes narrowing.
"Then step aside before I make you. I only challenge worthy opponents."
The android smirked. He didn't know how the ogre escaped from Hell, and he didn't care to find out, but he knew better than anyone that you didn't need to be a Super Saiyan to take down a lowly ogre. He stepped aside, and with a flourish of his hand, said, "You want to challenge Master Miyamoto? He's all yours, but you'll be the third to lose this week."
The ogre brusquely pushed his way door that was way too small for him, knocking out part of the wall in the process. He pointed to the master, saying, "I challenge you, Miyamoto of the Sonic Fist!"
Contrary to popular belief, Master Miyamoto was not some elderly man only sustained by ki. He was barely pushing forty, with short black hair, a goatee, and a visage that radiated power. But he also had a sense of humor that bordered on trolling. As he stopped his move-drilling, he turned to the ogre, saying, "First of all, you're paying for that door. Second of all, while I would love to kick your ass in front of my students, like I've done over a hundred times with other fighters with an ego as big as their stupidity, my students have wanted a piece of the action for a long time now. So here's how this is going to work: I will select my five best students to challenge you, back to back. If you can defeat them, you can take me on. Agreed?"
The ogre was outraged by this, balling his fists and flaring his red ki...but then, only a few seconds later, he calmed down, his furious sneer being replaced by a confident and assured smirk as he closed his eyes. When he opened them, his eyes belied his murderous intent. "Very well then. I'll accept your terms. But just so you know, I'm not paying their hospital bills."
"Then it's decided," Miyamoto replied. Then, he ordered in a commanding voice, "Rachel! Synth! Berri! Kinok! Timothy! Let's accompany our ogre friend to the sparring arena, shall we?" A short time later, the android, human, Namekian, and two Saiyans had taken their places in the sparring ring. Tim got into a fighting stance as he waited for his turn to take on the ogre.
The match was quick and brutal, the ogre utterly wiping the floor with the first four opponents. It was all down to Timothy now. Screwing up in front of his teacher and his fellow students was something that he didn't want to do, and it made the android nervous. But he pushed the feeling to the back of his processor and stared down the fighter in front of him.
The ogre cracked his knuckles, rolled his neck, and charged. Timothy stood ready, giving the appearance that he was going to counter. As predicted, the unusually agile ogre attempted to fake-out Timothy by dashing to his left, attempting to take him by surprise. However, Timothy had observed this same tactic when the ogre fought Synth. Jumping up into the air and floating, he avoided the ogre's tackle, responding with a Kamaitachi to his back. The ogre's gi was immediately torn, a line of blood forming on his upper back, stretching from shoulder to shoulder. That was the first time any one of these whelps had hurt him, and his injured pride showed.
Roaring in rage and pain, the ogre turned, put his hands in together in front of him, curled his fingertips together with his arms outstretched, and let loose with a massive red ki wave that Timothy was barely able to dodge, the beam shooting past him into the sky before looping back around as the ogre guided the ray to the android, turning to aim more accurately as he did so. Timothy responded by flying behind him and tackling the ogre, then rolling out of the way as the ogre was hit by his own blast, once again in the back. Timothy stood in a fighting stance, waiting for the ogre to get up, if he ever did. The ogre's back was bleeding and burned in several places, but after five seconds, the monster got up, huffing and puffing. He dashed forwards faster than Timothy could see, punched Tim once in the face, once in the abdomen, and kicked him in the face to knock him down, walking up to him and putting his hands around the Android's neck in an attempt to choke him. "Nice tactics, mortal. Using my own ki against me. But in a straight fight you don't stand a chance, lowly cyborg!" At this, Timothy laughed, saying, "You don't get out of Hell much, do you?" His voice wasn't impeded at all, and the ogre had just enough time to widen his eyes in realization of Timothy's (lack of) biology before the android's arm shot out, grabbed the ogre's face and pumped a massive amount of ki into his hand, filling the air with an earsplitting screech and causing the ogre to relent in pain, getting off of Timothy and clutching his face. Timothy responded with a sound-powered roundhouse kick to the ogre's temple, knocking him to the ground. The ogre stayed there, as he had been clearly knocked unconscious.
"And that's how I knocked out a martial-artist ogre douchebag in front of the entire dojo!" the android concluded, the crowd of fellow BBA recruits (some of them drunk) who had gathered round in the barracks clapping and cheering as he did so.