Post by Naroka on Oct 2, 2014 21:06:53 GMT
"..All you have to do is believe, my son. Believe in your own power and exert that power with the power of our proud race!"
"I understand, Girat. I'll try my hardest."
"It's your turn! Let's hear a round of applause for our Mean Green Namekian: Ukare!!"
The dialogue between the two men were spoken in proud tones alike. The tall Namekian elder placing a firm hand onto the younger's shoulder, a tight grip following placement. The two locked eyes, neither pupil leaving gaze from one another. The men in the vicinity were of fathers and sons, Ukare and Girat. The older alien had been giving his offspring words of advice and wisdom, telling him lessons taught before at a younger age. While the younger Namek knew and kept the teachings locked into his powerful brain, he showed his respect and absolutely found the reminders helpful whenever brought up.
Their conversation would have had to come to an end soon, as the screen within the locker rooms of the Tenkaichi Budokai had revealed Ukare's opponent, Rūte had come victorious in his individual battle. Rūte appeared to he similar to any other human, in or outside of the tournament, donning a simple red and black gi and spiked hair. Dark puples locked from a father figure to a flat screen television, the image shown of the upcoming contestant holding his arms up in victory. He seemed to be the prideful type when it comes to victory. Something Ukare may have been able to exploit, had it come to a certain point in the fight. It was more than likely not. The Announcer Guy concluded his speech on how amazing and Incredible both contenders had been during the battle for title, finishing after a lengthy five minutes.
Even so, the Namek's rather large ears listened to his confident father speak on. The two body parts twitched once, letting Girat know his attention was on him. As the elder spoke, he reminded Ukare not to allow anything foolish come over him and defeat his opponent in the most clean and honour saving style. An acknowledging nod followed the words of wisdom, the son of Girat grateful for his fathers endless amount of wisdom and battle smarts.
Whether or not Rūte had someone to back him and give a tip or two was unknown to the two Nameks on their side. One would hope he had someone as smart as Girat, otherwise he was in for a huge surprise. After all, he was going up against a true Namek.
"Are you ready?"
"Ready."
With the two exchanges, Ukare pulled his navy tinted mask, over his mouth and nose. The only part of his face revealed was his eyes and the yellowish colour of his face. Now fully suited, the green man began his cycle to the battle grounds. Stopping in the middle of the arena, crowds of men and women cheering, shouting, everything possible for his appearance. It may have been his outworldish appearance, or they were simply hyped up to see a real fight between Earthling and Alien. Ukare had always believed it foolish to boast and put a false persona when entering events, leading him to always wave and nod at his crowds.
Unfortunately, Rūte was the complete opposite.
The human stepped onto the stage. His red dogi flowing in the wind, as if it was a movie of the sort. His black undershirt seemed a bit too still for comfort, as it just plained looked..well, off. He waved and shouted at the crowd, making them go crazy and begin a massive uproar. The man flexed and seemed to annoy his opponent with the amount of arrogance and pride he showed off. An aggravated sigh released from the Namek, offering a hand to shake with his opponent. Taking his time, the human shook the firm hand with a certain laziness. As if this battle was going to be too easy to him.
"May the best fighter win."
"I think you mean 'Human', green man."
"..Er..if that's supposed to mean something.."
"Means I'm gonna win, loser. Dont cry for me?"
"Why you.."
While Ukare was going to end his sentence, the Announcer Guy roared his signature words of start;
"HAJIME!! FIGHT!!"
Instantaneously, the battle begun. The green man turning into a green blur it was legendary its speed incredible and unable to be seen by the human eye. His opponent had little luck and trained over the time given by the local staff. With a great compassion put into his movement Ukare continued his movements with little to no regard for his opponents safety in the battle. For a few seconds the man appeared as nothing but a mere blur. Right behind his opponents had been where he reappeared, slashing his enemy's neck with a powerful forearm. Unfortunately, this move was countered hastily, the forearm being swiped away by a knife-poised hand.
As a counter add, Rūte struck at Ukare's abdomin, ushering a pained gasp out of the male. Retracting from reach, the still strong Namek got into a stance, examining his enemy's style. The human eyed him the same, darting at him recklessly. Only to get pulled in by an extended arm, bringing in a whole flurry of punches and kicks- knees and elbows into Rūte's stomach and face alike. The flurry finishing with a palm into Rūte's chest, sending him spiraling.
It took but the single combo to enrage the pride filled fool. The man darted once more, but weaving past the attempted limb extension and nailing a stunning blow onto Ukare. The fist reaching into his gut and bulging out of his back for all to see
A similar combo ensued, but involing the human striking hastily only to finish with a hard double kick into the air. It was with luck that Ukare knew how to fly and utilize his ki. From this new angle had a new battle plan come to mind.
"Let's see how you like this!" Cried the Namek. His hands forming a triangular shape. He had used a technique known by few: Tri-Form. As the name implied, two copies of the Namek formed, all circling Rūte. Basic ki blasts exited the triangle shape, bashing onto the opponent and creating a massive cloud of smoke from it. It was then, with a stunned human, did Ukare close in (all three of him) to unleash a deadly exchange of blows, all three of the Namek taking turns pummeling the man. The jutsu ended soon, unfortunately, leaving Ukare to resume to one on one match.
With Rūte spiraling away rather quickly, Ukare thought of how to continue to wave of offense. He used his limb extension once more, bringing his enemy into him again before utilizing a charged ki blast from point blank to end his flurry of strikes.
It was clear who the victor was going to be. Rūte simply had a hard time understanding that. Instead, the near fatigue fighter began to fire away with ki blasts, hoping he would gain the uperhand with the strategy. It ultimately failed as the masked Namekian began to divise a finishing strike. For the most part, while his brain toiled vigorously, Ukare sliced the blasts apart, deflecting them back at his opponent. Thats when his idea came, after remembering how effective his limb extension was before. With a final reflection, Ukare smirked underneath his mask.
Both of his arms jutted out, the limbs extending far, far apart. His left hand reached and grabbed onto Rūte's torso, while his right mercilessly struck and slapped at his figure before both hands grasped tightly onto the human and throwing him heavily onto the arena's centerfield. The final blow ensued, his arms returning to length while his leg extended in place to slam onto the Human's stomach. Nothing heart stopping or deathly, but enough to KO him on the spot.
"..."
"...."
".........."
The crowd was left in awe.
The Announcer Guy silenced.
And Rūte had been knocked out.
With a slight amount of fear, The Announcer Guy spoke up at last. Holding up Ukare's arm and shouting out extremely important words, enough to make the spectating Girat to smile in awe aa well make Ukare grin underneath his navy veil.
"UKARE OF NAMEK..IS THE VICTOR!!"
"I understand, Girat. I'll try my hardest."
"It's your turn! Let's hear a round of applause for our Mean Green Namekian: Ukare!!"
The dialogue between the two men were spoken in proud tones alike. The tall Namekian elder placing a firm hand onto the younger's shoulder, a tight grip following placement. The two locked eyes, neither pupil leaving gaze from one another. The men in the vicinity were of fathers and sons, Ukare and Girat. The older alien had been giving his offspring words of advice and wisdom, telling him lessons taught before at a younger age. While the younger Namek knew and kept the teachings locked into his powerful brain, he showed his respect and absolutely found the reminders helpful whenever brought up.
Their conversation would have had to come to an end soon, as the screen within the locker rooms of the Tenkaichi Budokai had revealed Ukare's opponent, Rūte had come victorious in his individual battle. Rūte appeared to he similar to any other human, in or outside of the tournament, donning a simple red and black gi and spiked hair. Dark puples locked from a father figure to a flat screen television, the image shown of the upcoming contestant holding his arms up in victory. He seemed to be the prideful type when it comes to victory. Something Ukare may have been able to exploit, had it come to a certain point in the fight. It was more than likely not. The Announcer Guy concluded his speech on how amazing and Incredible both contenders had been during the battle for title, finishing after a lengthy five minutes.
Even so, the Namek's rather large ears listened to his confident father speak on. The two body parts twitched once, letting Girat know his attention was on him. As the elder spoke, he reminded Ukare not to allow anything foolish come over him and defeat his opponent in the most clean and honour saving style. An acknowledging nod followed the words of wisdom, the son of Girat grateful for his fathers endless amount of wisdom and battle smarts.
Whether or not Rūte had someone to back him and give a tip or two was unknown to the two Nameks on their side. One would hope he had someone as smart as Girat, otherwise he was in for a huge surprise. After all, he was going up against a true Namek.
"Are you ready?"
"Ready."
With the two exchanges, Ukare pulled his navy tinted mask, over his mouth and nose. The only part of his face revealed was his eyes and the yellowish colour of his face. Now fully suited, the green man began his cycle to the battle grounds. Stopping in the middle of the arena, crowds of men and women cheering, shouting, everything possible for his appearance. It may have been his outworldish appearance, or they were simply hyped up to see a real fight between Earthling and Alien. Ukare had always believed it foolish to boast and put a false persona when entering events, leading him to always wave and nod at his crowds.
Unfortunately, Rūte was the complete opposite.
The human stepped onto the stage. His red dogi flowing in the wind, as if it was a movie of the sort. His black undershirt seemed a bit too still for comfort, as it just plained looked..well, off. He waved and shouted at the crowd, making them go crazy and begin a massive uproar. The man flexed and seemed to annoy his opponent with the amount of arrogance and pride he showed off. An aggravated sigh released from the Namek, offering a hand to shake with his opponent. Taking his time, the human shook the firm hand with a certain laziness. As if this battle was going to be too easy to him.
"May the best fighter win."
"I think you mean 'Human', green man."
"..Er..if that's supposed to mean something.."
"Means I'm gonna win, loser. Dont cry for me?"
"Why you.."
While Ukare was going to end his sentence, the Announcer Guy roared his signature words of start;
"HAJIME!! FIGHT!!"
Instantaneously, the battle begun. The green man turning into a green blur it was legendary its speed incredible and unable to be seen by the human eye. His opponent had little luck and trained over the time given by the local staff. With a great compassion put into his movement Ukare continued his movements with little to no regard for his opponents safety in the battle. For a few seconds the man appeared as nothing but a mere blur. Right behind his opponents had been where he reappeared, slashing his enemy's neck with a powerful forearm. Unfortunately, this move was countered hastily, the forearm being swiped away by a knife-poised hand.
As a counter add, Rūte struck at Ukare's abdomin, ushering a pained gasp out of the male. Retracting from reach, the still strong Namek got into a stance, examining his enemy's style. The human eyed him the same, darting at him recklessly. Only to get pulled in by an extended arm, bringing in a whole flurry of punches and kicks- knees and elbows into Rūte's stomach and face alike. The flurry finishing with a palm into Rūte's chest, sending him spiraling.
It took but the single combo to enrage the pride filled fool. The man darted once more, but weaving past the attempted limb extension and nailing a stunning blow onto Ukare. The fist reaching into his gut and bulging out of his back for all to see
A similar combo ensued, but involing the human striking hastily only to finish with a hard double kick into the air. It was with luck that Ukare knew how to fly and utilize his ki. From this new angle had a new battle plan come to mind.
"Let's see how you like this!" Cried the Namek. His hands forming a triangular shape. He had used a technique known by few: Tri-Form. As the name implied, two copies of the Namek formed, all circling Rūte. Basic ki blasts exited the triangle shape, bashing onto the opponent and creating a massive cloud of smoke from it. It was then, with a stunned human, did Ukare close in (all three of him) to unleash a deadly exchange of blows, all three of the Namek taking turns pummeling the man. The jutsu ended soon, unfortunately, leaving Ukare to resume to one on one match.
With Rūte spiraling away rather quickly, Ukare thought of how to continue to wave of offense. He used his limb extension once more, bringing his enemy into him again before utilizing a charged ki blast from point blank to end his flurry of strikes.
It was clear who the victor was going to be. Rūte simply had a hard time understanding that. Instead, the near fatigue fighter began to fire away with ki blasts, hoping he would gain the uperhand with the strategy. It ultimately failed as the masked Namekian began to divise a finishing strike. For the most part, while his brain toiled vigorously, Ukare sliced the blasts apart, deflecting them back at his opponent. Thats when his idea came, after remembering how effective his limb extension was before. With a final reflection, Ukare smirked underneath his mask.
Both of his arms jutted out, the limbs extending far, far apart. His left hand reached and grabbed onto Rūte's torso, while his right mercilessly struck and slapped at his figure before both hands grasped tightly onto the human and throwing him heavily onto the arena's centerfield. The final blow ensued, his arms returning to length while his leg extended in place to slam onto the Human's stomach. Nothing heart stopping or deathly, but enough to KO him on the spot.
"..."
"...."
".........."
The crowd was left in awe.
The Announcer Guy silenced.
And Rūte had been knocked out.
With a slight amount of fear, The Announcer Guy spoke up at last. Holding up Ukare's arm and shouting out extremely important words, enough to make the spectating Girat to smile in awe aa well make Ukare grin underneath his navy veil.
"UKARE OF NAMEK..IS THE VICTOR!!"