Timothy loved the North. Specifically, he loved how out of the way it was. There weren't many population centers, and the harsh climate ensured that there was a lot less wildlife that could get accidentally killed during a good spar. There was nothing like a bear impaled on a pine tree to bring a workout to a screeching halt. However, there was just one problem. Tim was standing in a barren wasteland, with no-one to spar with.
Well, that could be easily remedied. He hopped onto the local fighter forums (and social media) and sent a quick message, advertising his coordinates and a request for a free-for-all spar with every participant at his power level, roughly 2,500. And now the boring part: The wait.
The Earth was a beautiful planet, full of vibrant colors and a variety of areas to suit many beings' tastes. From orbit the sapphire orb slowly spun gracefully. This was the human world, the same world Adnarim had tracked her grandfather to. Her yellow eyes looked over the planet's landscapes from orbit, deciding the proper course of action for her to take in accordance to landing. She would need to land away from the major population centers and areas or else the planet's armed forces would possibly hound her on planetary approach. Her eyes shifted back to her dim control panel and imputed her landing course. She would land in the Northern regions, which appeared to be covered in a sheet of ice. Fitting for the Arcosian such as herself.
The Arcosian space pod could be seen hurdling through the atmosphere on its way to the Northern regions. To the normal human citizen, this was merely a shooting star but those experienced could clearly see that this was a spacecraft. Adnarim had no intent of being stealthy. Such a thing wasn't her style. The burning pod streaked across the sky in its linear path, the clouds and atmosphere unable to stop her from reaching her destination. In a violent flash of light her pod crashed into the ice and snow, the heat of which sent a white pillar of steam into the air, The ice and snow around her craft melted away. Adnarim would smile to herself. Soon she would find the one she sought after and inform him of her parents', and the rest of her immediate family's, demise.
She had heard tales of her grandfather's exploits. Surely he was one of great power. Perhaps one day she would grow to be as powerful as he. Their family needed strength now more than ever with the looming threat of the saiyans hanging over their heads. With a press of a button the door to her ship opened up to the cold air of the arctic. Her grin widened as she reached for the pod's door frame to allow her to pull herself from the pod. She'd step out into the cool snow dressed in a Black leather coat that covered the near entirety of her body. She held the hood drooped low over her face with her tail being the only thing exposed to the elements. She began walking, not truly knowing where to go but she was sure she'd be able to find her grandfather here. How many Arcosians could be there possibly be on this world? She had heard rumors that humans enjoyed communication way too much. She was hoping this would help track him down. Perhaps when they were reunited they could finally catch up on current events. Perhaps she could learn of why her dear grandfather had failed to pay them a visit in all this time. Perhaps he could provide her with a place to stay given the situation of her home: burnt to a crisp.
Levlidian knew the wastes boasted some considerable challenge, soaring through the sky and receiving considerable buffeting from the frozen air; he paused for a moment, halting in mid air to the sensation of energy. A cruel grin bloomed about his lips courting the pointed features of this man into one of partial excitement. Allowing his ki to engulf him in a crimson blaze and bursting on wards, the curious beast seeking an investigation.
Boasting a form likened to that of a bull, stocky, well harnessed and sturdy; it was easy to spy this man was a fighter. Scars decorated his complexion like badges of honour and varying in severity, his mane stood up toward the front and swept across his pointed, tanned features whilst a pair of fury filled dark orbs fixed to the air ahead. The winds seemed to pick up and he betrayed a grumpy snort, the gentle cloth of his black Gi fluttered angrily and his fingerless gloves did little to hinder the frozen temperatures.
It had been a while since a last good fight, the Saiyan was itching actively and grew bored with the challenges he'd faced since his Brother arrived on the planet with his men. Since then, Levlidian had more than doubled in power and he loved the feeling of it. His speed, agility, strength, all of it had enveloped his former power and drawn him closer to a few of those he'd fought before hand. How he yearned to fight at his full potential and show off his new achievements.
The closer he got, the greater the feeling enticed his excitement, however his advances were stilled by the sweeping winds, closing his eyes and raising as hand, it seemed the storms within the clouds seldom ceased and he swerved wide to peel free of the gathered vapour. Chills of a different sort ventured through him, his Saiyan heritage summoning adrenaline much like his natural notion to feed, sleep and survive. Beneath him, the plains opened out into a vast wasteland and he began to descend further. The last memory he had of these lands was his fight with Hinawa and how he marvelled at the lengths she'd pushed him to. This planet was turning out to be a most glorious place for a man like him.
[Current: 11'300, fighting at equivalent of PL: 3500. This is not suppressing it, reducing his level of skill only]
The boy dashed through the icy terrains of the North at high speeds as the wind opposed him, moving in the opposite direction as it caused his hair to flow along with the calm movement of his clothes. It had been a couple of days since he left the tower of which he received a test from his mother who wasn't exactly ready to let him head into the battlefield where he would meet and fight other strong warriors.
Now he was dashing through the cold grounds of the north with nothing but his normal Gi which wasn't much and certainly not built to keep one warm. But the cold climate did not slow Ryce down one bit. As one could tell by the Yin and Yang on his shirt, Ryce revolved around using the studies and teachings of Taoism which required one's use of Ki and the ultimate connection with Nature. But how can you connect to Nature if you can't bare it? This is why Ryce has trained in extreme climates like this so he could get accustomed to not only the best but also worst of nature.
He was quite proud of how far he'd come if he did say so himself, especially since he was only seven and more powerful than his father ever was at this age. However, this train of thought was quickly derailed as three power levels suddenly came into his range of Ki sensory. One at about two thousand or so, another at around two thousand five hundred, and the other the exact same amount as his. Perfect! He found something to do! Better than dashing around and pondering in his thoughts all day!
With a burst of speed, he ran in the direction of the source and when he reached the area, skidded to an immediate stop, as small crystals of ice leaped into the air as they were shaved off the surface by Ryce's boots grinding against the ground. As he returned to an upright position, the four foot martial artist tilted his head and raised a brow at the trio, tightening his belt. "I know this is sudden, but, are you guys up for a fight? Because I sure am! I've been itching to get into one!" He then went ahead and entered a fighting stance just in case.
The android wore a brown bomber jacket, blue jeans, and a white T-shirt, and had put his glasses in a small case in a capsule, which he then put away. Timothy observed the three fighters dropping to the ground in front of him. He said to Ryce, "Actually, I put a request out on the fighter forums a while ago. I advertised these coordinates, and asked for a free-for all spar." He then said, "On the count of three, we start. One...two...THREE." He then flew up into the air and waved his arms in two arcs, hurling two Kamaitachis at Levlidian and Ryce, the blades of pressurized air rocketing at the two of them. They were't aimed to hurt or seriously injure, but they would definitely cause a welt, and possibly draw blood.
(Timothy used 2 Kamaitachis, aimed at Ryce and Levlidian) (Adnarim Frost I didn't have Tim aim one at you because I wasn't sure if your character actually intended to fight, it wasn't obvious from your post.)
(consider my character not involved for this fight. Atmospheric re-entry and collision with the ground should have been noted. Though the impact was nearby, it seems no one nearby had noticed such a bright and loud event. Also consider this notification of me leaving this thread. Considering how many people are here, she may not want to be involved.)
(side note: as far as rewards go, that little bit i put in, Zeni will do nicely)
Unfocused, swept up by the notion of fighting, the young Saiyan was veering from within a shroud of vapour to draw downwards. A roar of attack came from one, he looked to the aggressor and excitement swallowed him like euphoria.
He'd found them, it hadn't taken long but already he was under attack, the ki attack soared through the air and caught our Saiyan off guard. How on Earth did he know this one was coming? Igniting his aura and veering aside, the attack however was moving far too fast and his attention had been too low. It hit, with a roar of pain the animal burst from the sweeping plume of smoke created and burst at high speed down for Timothy. His aura sank, shrank inside himself as he drew downwards; the flesh of his fist ignited with power.
Upon striking the ground, fracturing the rock minimally and rising with the sweep of his frame to deliver unto the creation a savage blow to his chest. His movements were deliberately slow, his form betraying his intention as he tested his opponent giving him the ability to easily dodge him. Should he do so, the air would ripple as though a Ki attack lay behind that fist and seperate the snow beneath the attack to give off the power behind the attack.
[Ki-Infused physical attack at 33% power up - 3729 PL]
Kamatachis, huh? So this person was also a weapons user? Interesting. In that case, Ryce decided that it was A-Okay to use his sword. So, he whipped it out of it's sheath, the steel seeming dull without the aid of the sun's light to beam against it, which would make it shine but the sun was absent in this cold weather.
He then proceeded to spin vertically ferociously as he deflected the incoming blade, a loud clanging sound echoing across the terrain as he did so, clearing all the snow in his area in the process. As the oncoming blade slammed into the ground, he pulled his own weapon back into a traditional sword stance as he crouched, grabbing the sword's hilt with both hands, his right hand under the left, as he then pulled the tip of the hilt closer to his right thigh.
"Wow, that was a pretty close call!", he exclaimed as his face became overtaken by a confident grin. "But you're going to need more than that to snuff my fire out!", he said, raising his sword up horizontally above his shoulder, the blade running in front of his face, pointing forward towards the android.
"But I don't want to make this an uneven fight, so..." He then turned his aim towards the Saiyan instead and lunged at him, aiming to thrust his blade straight at him. He wasn't intending to kill him, however, which was made clear by how slow he had lunged and the amount of space between the next action of thrusting. This was just a spar, after all.