Naroka
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Post by Naroka on Oct 8, 2014 0:51:41 GMT
((Threads up! @athren ))
Long legs swished past one another in a slow manner, arms almost identical but in diffirent timing. The actual man was walking through the large city of West Capital. His hairless brow furrowed to keep the bright rays of the sun out of his eyes. His navy coloured accessory wrapped around his neck, revealing his yellowish face and all in it's entirety. As the male stepped about through the city, he'd occasionally look up into the skies and the towering buildings-
Nothing interesting, but still different and kind of cool to the visiting man. His pointed fingernails digging into his palms, his fists clenched tight as he walked. Even by sight could a person tell that people were staring in awe of the ill coloured individual.
The green tint of his skin was an attraction, apparently. His sensitive ears twitching at some points, noting how small earth children tugged on their mothers' dresses to ask why he looked so strange and different. A light frown formed at first, but vanished sooner than expected, as the Namek simply waved the unknowing children's comments away, tuning them out. It was of pure luck that he decided to wear a certain type of outfit that particular day. The clothes consisting of a purple shade with a white collar around his neck. Some red wrist bands and brown shoes. The purple dōgi covering most of his yellow tinted muscle.
With how many people stared at his pointy ears, green skin and antenna, it would only add mote attention to his figure. As the male maneuvered through West Capital, he resumed sight seeing. Nothing more than T.V. ads and citizens going about their day's the same. He began passing by various apartments, none seemed to be fancy. Just simple.
Being as he didn't live anywhere near the places seen, it didn't bother him at all, as it shouldn't. That was the resident's business, if anything. Still, they all seemed well kept, the buildings all clean and right from outside appearance. An approving grunt escaping the Namek as he passed forward. People looked out their windows to wave at the Namek, grinning and thinking him as cool in appearance. He'd wave back, as manners command, giving a coy smile in return.
Before long, Ukare found himself at the Capital's main center, near shops and events alike. This city thing was much too complex for his being. What with all the vendors, attraction and people, it'd take a man like himself time to get used to it all at once. His arms folded over one another as he rest against a pole, his brow raised, eyes watching people pass.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2014 1:44:07 GMT
After a short training session on the beach Athren found himself doing what he usually did to relax. He found himself sitting alone on the edge of a high rooftop in the middle of the city where the market district laid. He wasn't quite adapted to the whole Earth thing yet and found this as a way to learn about their ways of life. Viewing how they interacted he learned slowly. Of course there was only so much you could learn from this kind of viewing but he wasn't bothered by anybody and he was at peace.
As he watched the thought of what Kaiyo was up too at that moment had ran through the back of his head. After what she had done for him in the battle with the saiyans he had a slight attachment to that beautiful looking girl that he couldn't seem to shake though it wasn't anything more than a minor little crush. ~ Come on Athren. She's just a girl.. One who likes to fight and can fight..~ She reminded him of a saiyan woman and she even seemed to be quite stubborn like one plus she had unique abilities. It was all too amusing to him. It wasn't like he'd meet many like her around here.
During this train of thought his ocean blue eyes had caught something different for a change. He'd seen plenty of human's and other races walking about but this next one appeared to be green. It was the first of it's kind he had seen and it had caught his attention.
His curiosity getting the best of him he decided to go in and investigate by getting a better view of the being. Quickly Athren pushed himself off the building as he fell his speed increased as he twirled around just to entertain himself during the fall. Before he got too close to the solid and hard cement below he allowed his ki to lift him up as he began to fly closer to the alien he had spotted.
On closer view Athren had noticed that this green creature had two antenna on the top of his head, pointy ears and the green skin. He had heard of this description before from fellow saiyans. It sounded like this alien was a Namekian or at least it fit the description of a Namekian. He had heard that the Namekian race was a unique one. It had members dedicated to fighting that could match the might of a saiyan warrior one on one. He had also heard that they had a tribe dedicated to peace and could use magic like abilities. He had no clue if this was true or not it was really just a camp fire lore back on Vegeta. Figuring this potential Namek was as different as Athren was he decided to interact with it for a change. Maybe if he lucked out this Namekian would be a warrior and be a potential sparring buddy.
Rudely Athren quickly landed firmly on his feet in front of the Namek and it was likely to draw some stares from the surrounding people going on about their daily lives. Athren's ocean blue eyes starred down the Namekian as his grey tail flowed in the air behind him. "If my knowledge is right. It appears to be that you match the description of a Namekian." His words would probably come off a little rude at first but his people skills weren't exactly the best yet. Though they were improving slowly. Slowly his left hand came up to tap the button on his scouter. It then lit up and locked onto the Namekian as it attempted to read his power level. " What brings you to Earth? Haven't seen any like you yet around here."
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Naroka
Rising Soul
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Post by Naroka on Oct 8, 2014 2:21:50 GMT
Body still as a stone, the tall Namek had long closed his eyes. His antenna moving about every so often to alert people that he was alive and real. His form stood planted against the pole, refusing to move unless necessary. Or asked politely- whichever one was really needed it required. His waving antenna bounced twice every five seconds now, alerting Ukare of approaching figures or people. Thing was, the Namekian chose to ignore the false warnings.
Choosing then as a good time, Ukare began to ponder why the humans and earthlings wasted so much time on gaining money rather than make an actual difference and get stronger instead of waiting on knights in shining armors. It would really go a long way had they taken it into consideration that almost anyone could become stronger than anyone In town with the right amount of training and determination.
Alas it all went to shame, their values times out Into watching televeioson and the latest fake wrestling match. Not even a real fight. It almost made the Namek laugh at how these people used their time. His laugh was stifled, of course, eyes still shut and mouth visible; showing only a vague smirk and nothing more. His thoughts were interrupted with a rude halt, unfortunately. Though, the rude part only being how he was informed that he himself fit the description of his natural born race. As the shut eye lids rose to make eye contact, Ukare eyed the male to get a good size up. What appear before him being,
-A humanoid male.
-A greying tail.
-Some kind of special clothing.
Clearly not the usual human. No it was the monkey tail that really differed him. Perhaps it was one of those 'Space Monkeys' that Ukare heard of when he was much smaller. It was something to be interrupted, so naturally it'd be right to return the favor. Clearing his voice, the smooth but deep voice of the Namek sounded. Raising his brow, Ukare nodded.
"Yeah, that's right. I'm a Namekian. You, on the other hand, look like one of those Saiyans, what with the tail. I wouldn't be wrong, would I?" As he spoke, Ukare's arms returned to his side as he questioned the unfamiliar man's background. A sort of disturbed sound was released as the Namek eyed the Saiyan's scouter. The funny looking piece of tech made an annoying beeping noise. Ukare's power wasn't anything special, so perhaps the unfamiliar would be disappointed. That was completely on him.
"Eh? What brings me to earth? I've lived here my entire life! What do you mean 'what brings me here'?! Assuming I just happened to stroll over!- My family is just good at hiding ourselves..or at least, the only other one of my kind is. I, haven't seen too many of my own either. What about you, stranger? What brings you to earth?" |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2014 2:42:04 GMT
Athren had arched a brow as the Namek sized him up. It wasn't uncommon for people to do that to Athren but it was slightly annoying. Reading the power level Athren smirked lightly. There was potential there but it wasn't as high as he hoped it would be.
Crossing his arms in front of his chest Athren listened to the Namekian's words. It wasn't that much of a surprise that the Namekian knew of Athren's race but it was a surprise that this Namekian had lived on Earth all of his life. He really didn't see that coming at all.
Answering the Namek's first question Athren stated solidly. "You aren't wrong." He kept his answer short and easy. He didn't need to say anything more to clear up that the Namek was right about him.
He then continued. "You've lived here all your life? That's quite surprising. I didn't expect for a Namekian to live among the Earthlings." Yet at the same time the Namekian could probably think the same way about the saiyan. Athren's race wasn't the kindest and the most polite and they were known for their brute force and advanced violence.
" What brings me to Earth? Since you're familiar with the saiyans you might know that all saiyans except me are born with a brown tail and pitch black eyes. Me on the other hand, I'm different. I got exiled by a group of saiyans who didn't like that I was different. Got beat up and shipped off. So here I am. I figured we might have some in common but since you've lived here all your life clearly I'm wrong." Considering that it wasn't a big situation Athren really didn't have a problem admitting that he was wrong but if it had been an argument on the other hand surely he wouldn't have given in so easily.
His eyes didn't budge from the Namekian, even with the large crowds of people walking past. His interest was in the green being and he was actually quite curious about his story. Maybe somehow Athren could learn from him and try to adapt a little bit better. It wasn't easy being an alien on this planet and it sure wasn't easy to adapt either.
Curiously, Athren asked another question. " Do you chose to hide? or do you have to hide here?"
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Naroka
Rising Soul
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Post by Naroka on Oct 8, 2014 3:05:53 GMT
Quickly, Ukare had grown used to the Saiyan. Not minding his barrage of questions about his life style and the sort. It was similar to himself, an alien living amongst native humans and the sort. Strange to most but, didn't truly bother the Namek for anything as much as it would any other person. In fact, living on Earth may have given him more privileges than on Namek, itself. Nodding, Ukare chuckled a bit, knowing he was right already.
"Got beaten for being different, eh? You Saiyans are a violent bunch. No offense," Ukare shrugged his shoulders a bit. Those Saiyans fought nearly anything or anyone, from what the Namek had heard long ago. It was kind of silly.
"That's right. My entire life. From age one to seven." The male nodded, mentioning his age: 7 years of age. Almost fully grown by Namekian standards. "Us Nameks are a peaceful race. We won't spark anything for anything. At least, that's what my father told me. He and I are, apparently, the only one's on Earth. It's kind of bothersome.." Judging from his tone, one could hear that the Namek wanted more of his People on the Earth. It'd add some form of diversity to the already diverse planet.
"Hm? Do we choose or want to? I'd think want. My father and I kept to ourselves for most of my life somewhere in another continent. For safety and for a more hands on life style, I'd think. I've only left my home grounds for few things." |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2014 3:18:10 GMT
Athren nodded as he heard the mention of the saiyans being a violent race. "Violent, Yes. We're a warrior race with great potential in combat. It's just a shame that a majority of them are so mindless with their targets and reasoning. Though, it is in our blood to enjoy a fight. No doubt about that."
He then couldn't help but arch a brow. He couldn't believe what he had heard. Seven?! This Namekian was only seven years old yet he was bigger than the average human adult male. It was kind of unbelievable yet he had such a high power level for a seven year old. He had more going for him than Athren had originally thought. " Just because you don't spark anything doesn't mean you'll be involved in conflict. If you're actually seven you've got quite the high power level for somebody of your age. It's impressive if I must say."
He then paused and thought about the words from the Namekian. It was only him and his father on the Earth and the Namek seemed to want more. Sure, Athren saw where he was coming from considering that Athren hadn't met one single saiyan on this planet other than the three that travelled from Vegeta to bring him back home. It was quite lonely being the only one of his race around. Sure he had friends but it wasn't like being back home. Sure he'd got abused a lot but he was used to the lifestyle of Vegeta. "Only two of you, huh? Sounds quite boring. Especially if you've exiled yourself for safety. Doesn't sound like a lifestyle I could chose to live in."
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Naroka
Rising Soul
Official Warrior Caste Master; PL: 55,459; Guardian Namek(x7): 388,213; Items:One-Use SpacePod, Heavy Weights 13864.25 | 97053.25, Level 1 Ship with Level 1 Gravity chamber; Zeni: 386
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Post by Naroka on Oct 8, 2014 3:52:57 GMT
Another chuckle resonated from Ukare's lips as his comment was confirmed. Those Saiyan types were vicious and deadly. The type Namekians wouldn't oppose unless absolutely required for survival. Otherwise, it was a death wish of they tried to defeat a Saiyan stronger than themself. "Correct me: do Saiyans not receive some sort of boost after their brawls? I had read something on it." Ukare was curious to whether it was true or not that these hot blooded aliens actually received Zenkai or it was just a piece of mythos.
It appeared seven was a young age around here. "Huh? Thank you, but I'm not too young! On Namek, eight is our age of maturity. I'm almost there. In Earth terms, I'm still a teenager. I'd say around sixteen, seventeen. The conversion is a bit complex to me. Although, compared to other Warrior Clan members, I'm still achieving my strengths!" Ukare shook his head, talking of his people's custom and ability in terms of power. It was a tad different from this planet's standards.
"Of course, it'd be great to hhave more of my People. And trust me, reproduction is much more simple said than done. Spitting eggs is way too tiring and looks like it's better done by an Elder or dying Namek, or something. So long it's not done by a healthy, young Namekian. My father explained about it, himself. Namekians were much, much, much more tranquil than Saiyans and lived in harmony rather fight one another just because. It was rather lonely. "Of course. Few select a hiding and disciplined childhood, my friend."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2014 4:07:28 GMT
Athren arched a brow as the Namekian brought up the zenkai boost. He had read it somewhere? Athren figured it wouldn't have been wrote down anywhere. He found it slightly odd that the Namek had learned about it this way. Though it wasn't one hundred percent accurate. Athren was going to inform him properly. "It isn't caused by just any brawl. For the saiyan to get a massive zenkai boost to raise his power level he has to recover from being near death. That's the only way they get a boost. Otherwise we saiyans have to earn our power just like everyone else."
A smirk had formed on Athren's face since the Namek had stated that he was still achieving his strengths. This could be the perfect opportunity for Athren and this nameless warrior to make something of themselves. Athren wasn't going to waste any more time with the small talk. He was going to get straight to his idea. "Still achieving your strengths? Well. I've got an idea."
He then paused for a moment to insure that he had the Namekians full attention. When he knew he did he would have continued. "I've heard that a Namekian warrior has the ability to match and even outmatch a saiyan." to the namek this might not mean much, but to Athren this meant a potential sparring buddy and a way for himself to grow. "If this is true, maybe we can test your limits with that and both grow stronger using each others skills."
Really, it was a good idea in Athren's mind. Even if the namek wanted no part in it, it was still worth a try to ask.
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Naroka
Rising Soul
Official Warrior Caste Master; PL: 55,459; Guardian Namek(x7): 388,213; Items:One-Use SpacePod, Heavy Weights 13864.25 | 97053.25, Level 1 Ship with Level 1 Gravity chamber; Zeni: 386
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Post by Naroka on Oct 10, 2014 21:03:44 GMT
"I figured it'd be a little off. Never trust a human made book on other life forms, huh?" The Namek attempted a joke of some kind, his deep voice and lack of tone sort of killing it immediately. Ukare couldn't tell a joke to save his life or anything for the matter. A shame, really. Noticing the smirk, the Namek raised a bare brow in curiousity.
"Hm?" He grunted. The male caught his attention with the mischievous smile alone. His straight forward demeanor and apparent want to get on with his idea further drew curiosity. "That's right. And I've got ways to go!" Ukare grinned. "An idea? I hadn't a clue us Nameks matched Saiyans. I see." The green man's fangs were bared, showing from his grin going wide. The thought of fighting another alien seemed insane, enough to allow the usually stoic Namek to laugh. His voice boomed as his hearty laugh came to a close.
"..Hm,"
Coming to an end, Ukare nodded once. "You're serious, eh? I'm interested. I'll be apart of your test only because you seem..like a well adversary. Have you a safe location? It'd be best if we find somewhere no one can get hurt, don't you think?" Ukare settled down, standing to his full height. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2014 23:12:13 GMT
Athren smirked brightly now that the Namekian was actually interested in his offer. This could be an opportunity of pure gold for the two of them. Of course Athren did have a few conditions to the offer but it hopefully wouldn't be anything too demanding for the Namek. "Good. I'm glad I have your attention. You can pick the location of your choosing to avoid these humans from getting hurt or killed." He then paused for a moment before hitting him with the catch.
" You use all of your power and don't hold back. I'll quit when you've had enough but I don't want you to quit until I'm down on the ground with absolutely no energy left in me to get up." Really Athren wanted to push himself as hard as he possibly could. He didn't want this Namekian to go easy on him and Athren didn't want to go easy on the Namek either. That way if they both fought at their full potential they'd get the best benefits from this. He once again repeated himself to insure that the Namek understood exactly what Athren wanted. "I don't want you holding back at all. Got it? I like a challenge. Even if the odds are stacked high against me."
If this went as well as Athren planned he could maybe get a friend and a full time sparring buddy out of this Namek. Win or lose there would be some gains from this fight. Not only what Athren was completely capable of but what his limit was. It would be fun for him regardless.
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Naroka
Rising Soul
Official Warrior Caste Master; PL: 55,459; Guardian Namek(x7): 388,213; Items:One-Use SpacePod, Heavy Weights 13864.25 | 97053.25, Level 1 Ship with Level 1 Gravity chamber; Zeni: 386
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Post by Naroka on Oct 11, 2014 3:13:48 GMT
This Saiyan caught him. Perhaps messing with him would provide a good power up to his already building up level. Not only that, but he got choice of where their spar would take place, and everyone knew Diablo Desert and the Frozen North were amazing spots to train and fight in seclusion. "You've got a match, Saiyan." Ukare offered his hand out, arm in an acute position and his hand opened.
"All of my power, huh? Do you have some kinda death wish or somethin'?" Ukare seemed a tad puzzled by the request. He could fight for a long time, what with his ability to regenerate and what not, but a Saiyan could not. As the demand was repeated, the Namek would nod before popping up into the air. "Understood. Come on." He blinked and rose up some before dashing off toward the west and to Diablo Desert.
Perhaps Ukare felt a bit uneasy. This new alien, someone who descended from a powerful race, was asking to spar. Likely with good intentions, but still. It would be fun, of course. Plus, if he was using his full power, he'd need to really concentrate and be careful: using the Great Namek technique did break on the user. Depending on whether or not he used the Giant Form or the Powered Up Namekian forms. There was a catch, regardless of which. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2014 15:02:10 GMT
Athren met the Namekian's hand with his own, giving it a firm gripped hand shake. He really didn't know why humans and other races did this but he had seen it enough times to know how it worked. " I'm Athren by way."
Slowly returning his hand to his side he chuckled very lightly. The namek had a point. Maybe Athren did have a death wish or something but it was only so he could push himself and fight at his absolute best without having to worry about accidentally slaughter this green man. "Death wish? Maybe but I wouldn't worry about that too much. I love a good fight and I'm not too worry about the consequences. I'll fight until I can't no longer, hell. Even if I spend the night where I get downed I'll be content. I'm a saiyan, this is how we are."
Watching the Namek rise from the ground Athren's blood began to pump rapidly due to the excitement of fighting. It was a true obsession and addiction. Athren then used his ki to lift off of the ground and pursue the Namekian in his path.
In the eyes of another they would probably think Athren was strange in this situation. He couldn't want until his fists started to meet the Namekians form. Hell he was even looking forward to his body being met by the green mans fists. Ever single part of a fight was a thrill, and he couldn't wait to arrive on the battlefield. " So, how far is this place exactly?"
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Naroka
Rising Soul
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Post by Naroka on Oct 11, 2014 16:33:12 GMT
It was good, to hear someone speak highly of their heritage. It showed great pride and confidence, to the Namek. And that, was what created a form of exhilaration and excitement in the man's bloodstream. His antenna pressed against his forehead from the wind current, a light smirk on his expression.
"Athren? Ukare. Nice to meet you," the Namek roared, allowing him to be heard even while in movement. "It's not too far off, just a couple of continents!"
While that would be far, their flight ability nade travel faster. A Saiyans addiction to battle waa rather incredible. An animalistic race wanting to fight forever was an amazing subject. It made him want to test this powerful descendent of a powerful race.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2014 1:29:24 GMT
Athren didn't say a word after the Namekian had spoke. Even when the Namekian said to not fall behind. Did he really think that Athren would fall behind? At this point Athren's power level was much higher than the green mans and that would essentially mean that he was going to be faster. Of course this didn't necessarily always mean power equalled speed but in most cases this theory was true.
With ease Athren kept up with the Namek and flew with a smirk on his face to their battle location. He was eager and ready.
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Naroka
Rising Soul
Official Warrior Caste Master; PL: 55,459; Guardian Namek(x7): 388,213; Items:One-Use SpacePod, Heavy Weights 13864.25 | 97053.25, Level 1 Ship with Level 1 Gravity chamber; Zeni: 386
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Post by Naroka on Oct 13, 2014 2:21:17 GMT
The two men went silent. He could feel the excitement rising between the both. The clouds brushed against the Nameks face, dissolving quickly as he looked down to see the landscape change dramatically. From cities to icy lands to finally the desert he was looking for as an entire whole. Black pupils scouted the umderside of his body, the blue ocean glistening from the bright sun and the beige sand casting the hue of brown up, allowing Ukare to see where he lead the duo. Giving a light smirk, the Namekian grunted before boosting his speed up to another mach.
The purple aura of his burning up and exploding like a C4 packed with grenades as he started up like a bullet. His figure straight and stretched as his speed increased dramatically. Boasting the power, Ukare dashed down, descending into the desert and the wind cutting against his green cheeks. Shutting his eyes for a moment, Ukare landed successfully onto a large structure of boulders stacked atop one another. Surely the powerful Saiyan kept up, it'd show what kind of battle prowess would be revealed for the fight, had he shown of he was sluggish in speed. Then again, any respectable fighter had to boast some kind of speed even to win a single fight. Perhaps that was just this Namek's mentality. He could easily have been proved wrong then.
As he wait, Ukare crossed his arms over each other. His sharp nails digging into the bare muscle of his forearms and all, not bothering him at all. His eyes searched the sky, looking for the Saiyan. Athren was most likely much more close than he would have thought, as he looked like an agile contender. After all, he wouldn't just challenge someone if he knew he was slow. No one in their right mind would do something as foolish. As he look for his opponent, Ukare thought of a strategy he'd use to defeat Athren. He was told before that he'd have to use all of his strength in order to increase both of their strengths alike, so it was obvious that he'd need to incorporate that portion into his plan. Perhaps a simple rush combo into a powerful finish? No, that'd be much too..expected. He'd really need to devise something incredible.
Ukare was a fast thinker, all he needed was a couple of seconds and a few ten seconds to run down a mental test of how he'd fare against certain conditions, regulate how much energy he'd have to use and the sort. His rush down style may have been the best choice at the moment, if not a ranged beginning into a point blank fist match. Taking it into consideration, he'd also show off his increase with a transformation. Of course, he wouldn't use it off the bat; that, in his eyes, was a sign of disrespect, arrogance and downright rude. One could never tell how much he hated show offs and the like. He hated them with a passion. As he await his opponent, the male raised his hand over his brow, smiling when his opponent came at last. Nodding, Ukare shouted,
"I hope you're ready! If not, you're in for a hard wake up call!" The Namekian gave a friendly wink. "Come here and we'll start right away, I can't tell you how excited I am to take you down in one blow!" He tried to talk this 'talk of smack' he heard the humans speak when talking to one another. He'd master it sometime in the next few decades surely!
He took a stance. Legs spread, feet planted firmly against the hard floor underneath him. His hands raised like claws, fingers arched and nails in a light that showed they were knifepoint sharp. He couldn't wait anymore. Nearly forgetting, Ukare shed the white veil over his gi, throwing it aside and revealing his bare chest. He'd strike without warning, although a slight hint of a nod. It wasn't in his nature to fight like a coward, so of course Ukare gave his opponent a moment's reprieve and a telegraph that he was about to begin. His arms moved behind him as he rushed toward Athren, body encased in a light purple flame.
He'd decided to go ahead with the rush down style. He jabbed with his left a total of eight times, aiming for Athren's midsection. Had the Saiyan blocked him, he'd continue with four kicks to his neck and then falling to his feet to try for a powerful hook into the side. The hook would take more than a few seconds to unleash it's full potential, providing Athren with time to either evade, counter or guard. Guarding would simply lessen intake, but still break through defense and allow continuation of the combo. Ukare, being a straight forward fighter, wouldn't be all that prepared for a hard counter or retort.
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