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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2014 15:49:18 GMT
Watching the Namekian as his purple aura flared up amused Athren, especially when he decided to blast off quickly. At this state Athren assumed that the Namekian would have a very difficult time to even land a hit on Athren though that wasn't the point of this. The point was to benefit each other and get stronger from it. Learn new moves and learn new defensive techniques if required. Find their own weak points and their strong points.
Shortly after Athren reacted to the Namekian with his own dash of speed. His aura aura flared up as he blasted off in pursuit. Even though the Namek got a head start Athren had closed the gap very quickly. Athren figured if that was all the Namek had that he'd probably be able to pass him. He would have if it wasn't for the fact that it was this green creature that was picking the battlefield, plus Athren didn't really see a point in it. All he knew is that he was eager and ready to fight.
Watching the Namek for the second it took Athren to land he was wondering what had been going on through the warriors head. He sure didn't have a long time to think given Athren's very quick arrival, but before long the Namek had spoken words of the taunting technique. For an amateur or a hot head taunting could actually go a long way. If a fighter gets angry he could blindly swing in a rage and if he thought about the taunt he would most likely lose his focus and keep himself open for injury. Either way, Athren wasn't going to budge.
His feet firmly landed against the Earth's surface. Athren's eyes would now have locked onto the green figure standing in front of him. His face emotionless and calm. On the outside it would seem like nothing would phase him. It was obvious that he hadn't been bothered by the taunt at all and that he was focused on nothing but the fight. Inside, he was at peace and quite excited. This was living the dream to him. On response to Ukare taking a fighting stance Athren crossed his arms over his chest and watched. He didn't speak nor did he move. His orange aura still flared around him, he was ready to fight.
At the first sight of motion Athren lifted his right hand quickly and waved his finger from Ukare to himself a few times. It was his way of a taunt even though it really wasn't much.
It didn't take very long at all for Ukare to close the small gap between them. If a normal Earthling were to view this they probably couldn't keep up with the speed, it would have been something amazing. Though to Athren at this time, it felt like he had all the time in the world. His mind was clear and he was focused or maybe it was just the massive difference in the power levels. Hell, Athren really didn't know nor did it matter. It was time to engage in combat. Finally Athren began to take a fighting stance.
To begin the Namek had went with a straight forward fighting style. It wasn't difficult to block the attacks at all. It began with a barrage of exactly eight jabs towards Athren's midsection and to block it Athren had lifted his right hand to guide them away every time. Athren still wasn't interested in attacking though. He wanted to see what this Namekian's fighting style was before making a decision or he wanted to at least have a nice and clean opening to make a nice hit. Having four kicks sent his way, Athren ducked under the first three quite easily. Four the fourth, Athren lifted his forearm and collided it hard into the incoming fist. This wasn't to cause any damage as it was just meant for his own defence.
Athren then saw his moment to strike. His opponent was preparing for an attack. Unfortunately Athren couldn't see the future to tell what it was but he assumed it was quite basic so it wasn't much of a worry. For this moment he had, he used it as best as he could. He stepped in quickly, probably quicker than the Namek would expect and lunged a right fist towards the left side of the Namek's Jaw. This thing would pack a lot of power behind it. If this connected it would most likely stop the incoming attack in its tracks, unless of course the Namek was stubborn enough to follow through with it anyways.
Following Athren's beautiful came a small but quick barrage. Athren had followed it up with a left jab towards the middle of the Namek's face. He hoped that he'd collide with his nose. He'd then lunge his right knee up towards the Namekian's stomach area followed by another right jab and another left jab towards the Namekian's nose. Athren at this point was hoping to overwhelm the Namek with his speed and his power, he really did mean it that he wasn't going to hold back for this. Holding back wasn't in his nature. Regardless, After the two jabs Athren would have brought his right leg wide and around and hope to smash it into the side of the Namek's stomach. If this left any openings Athren would be sure to use them. If it didn't Athren was prepared to go back onto the defensive side of the situation.
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Post by Naroka on Oct 17, 2014 22:58:44 GMT
This reply given by Athren was incredible. Such easy response was expected, though. The ease put into the actions all were thought to be seen, just from the visibility of the Saiyans strength. The way his punches and strikes were guided away like a monk guided the winds before him. All the while, the Namekian's brain toiled and worked quickly, trying its best to think of a good battle reply. His forearms moving quickly to try and cope with the sudden burst of counters.
His fourth kick being lifted and raised while his incoming smash of his fist was met by an equally hardned fist was quite the show- for anyone who could really keep up with the fight. A normal person or someone untrained could never hope to set their sight on the occuring battle for strength.
All the while he was being countered, the Namek still thought to himself.
"Damn..this is incredible! He's moving so fast I can barely keep up! Maybe I gotta try harder?!" The Namekian scowled some, sliding in another few blows to meet Athren's counters. The strike to his jaw was met by a quickly raised palm to capture and retort with a hook to the Saiyan's left side.
"I gotta keep going..! At least try and counter...if that's even possible?!" He kept thinking to himself, ultimately multi tasking himself. Finishing his thought, the Namek roared fiercely, his purple blood coursing and exhilarated with excitement. Meeting Athren's attacks, he ducked underneath the first barrage starter, eyes widened and even making time to pull his veil over his mouth and nose for the sake of protection.
Unfortunately, he wss no match for any other blow incoming his way. The knee rising for his abdomen caught him with a scary ease, knocking the oxygen from his lunges. It was recovered quickly, however, but the next couple of punches captured him. The left jab decking him on it's designated area while the right followed like a bullet being shot by a .45 packed with super speed. The Namekian was at the mercy of this Saiyan and had but only a single attack, a one technique that could possibly put the fight in his favor.
The Namekian was getting bruised quickly, his right eyebrow swelling up with a purple tint over it. His stomach stinging some, but somehow the Warrior had to put his nerves to nil and null the pain. He was going to defeat the Saiyan before him, even if it exhausted him to the point of being unable to move for the next week or two. Never would he quit on the first piece of the battle, til the bitter end of defeat. Never would he back down.
The incoming leg would be evaded swiftly, the Namek ducking and moving toward the Saiyans backside with a certain haste. Now, behind him, Ukare jabbed at the opponent's spine with all his might. Following his retort, he followed up with a right jab, left hook and finish with a chop to his neck, beginning a second rush with a flurry of kicks and a last bring down kick into the Saiyan's skull, a meteor crash style combo ensued.
In a strategic attempt, he'd try and snap backward like a haze, covering enough ground to plant his feet Into ground and recharge enough ki to allow a power up. The move that'd shift the fight all together. The Namek's legs spread, arms similar and flexed, claws open with his fingers bent. The vein on his forehead, arms and neck popping out as he roared out in power. The purple aura as before rose once again, this time much more electric and powerful. The Namekian wss entering a powerful phase only the Warriors of Namek could perform.
"It's my turn! Hyaaa!!"
His arms expanded in size, the muscle bulging out. His legs doing the same, his entire body expanding in size with the shift in energy being gathered up. At the same time, whild cosmetic, his power level rocketed into new lengths in a matter of seconds; Ukare had entered his Great Namek form to even out the odds.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2014 0:12:14 GMT
Athren had thought to himself as they scuffled.~ I hope this guy's got more to offer than this. He's got potential but he lacks the power and speed to match me. Maybe I thought too highly of his race. Maybe the Namekian matching saiyan thing was just a myth. Unless he's toying with me but I couldn't see that. He seems to be struggling keeping up and I doubt he could fake that.~ At the current rate that the battle was going at Athren figured he could probably take a nap and still hold his own against his green opponent. Sure, his opponent wasn't weak by no means but he just wasn't up there with Athren's power. Skill on skill they probably both had great moves and techniques but without the power behind his opponents he just didn't have much faith in a really great fight. Though, little did Athren know this whole thing was going to change and the battle would shift to his opponents side.
During the exchange of blows, Athren had been attacked multiple times by pulling through with his own combo. Somehow he managed to keep it going straight. The Green man had replied with a left hook towards Athren's side. It would have been somewhat painful if it hit but Athren manage to pivot his body quickly to let it skim by and miss his mark. At this point Athren would have dominated with speed and power. He completely outmatched the Namekian. It was completely one sided. Even though Athren had the advantages somehow the namek managed to get around and flank him. It was a quick and smooth motion and Athren had just let it happen. Luckily over Athren's left eye was his scouter and it was definitely the most handy in situations like this. It indicated what side Ukare had flanked around and gave away his position. Quickly Athren began to turn to face his opponent. Unfortunately though he wasn't able to turn quick enough to avoid receiving any hits. Turning his turn the Namekian had launched a powerful punch to his spine. Athren had received this in his side instead. It made him grunt lightly but other than that there wouldn't be any noticeable effects from it yet even though it did hurt the saiyan. He wouldn't show it though, he loved it. The hit actually got his excitement up and wanted him to try even harder than what he was. Sure Athren was using his full power but that didn't mean he was going to use all of his fighting tactics. He couldn't reveal them all that early.
Now that Athren had turned to face his opponent he could actually defend himself again and properly. Which was a good thing. For the incoming Jab athren had managed to bring his forearm up and into the way. The full blow of the attack echoed through his arm. It was a powerful attack and that was his only option. He didn't have time to guide it away or he would have. His arm would be bruised momentarily after it though. He then noticed the left hook coming in and around. Athren would have lunged his left knee into the stomach of the Namek. Of course he could only assume it hit and he hoped it would. During that same time Athren had brought up his right hand and caught the hook. Stopping it from connecting with anything vital. Both feet being grounded, he swiftly ducked under the chop. As he sprung back up he'd have brought his right fist up smoothly and flawlessly towards the chin of the namek. It would have been a beautiful uppercut. If that wasn't enough to stop the incoming barrage of kicks, then Athren would have responded with the best method he could. He used his palms to take the force of all the hits, Of course he used his own strength to put a lot of force back into them. Athren quickly cocked back his right fist and was preparing to launch a devastating punch to the chest of the Namek but that was ended by the Namek backing up. Of course Athren would begin to rush towards him. He used a quick leap forward and a burst off ki to send him launching across the surface of the Earth. He did it so quick that a trail of dust had blast out from behind him, he was prepared to launch a massive combo but he stopped and went into a dusty boot sliding skid until he stopped. The namekian had caught his attention. He spoke of it being his turn.
Not knowing what to expect Athren brought up a fighting stance, but then he realized that the Namekian was just powering up. The outcome of this was a transformation. A more bulkier fighting Namek. The appearance didn't matter to Athren, what mattered to Athren was the fact that the power level reading on his scouter that came from this transformation was 31,423. That was over double of what Athren's current power was.
Athren couldn't help but arch a brow at this. He thought it was interesting for sure and it was exciting but other than the brow absolutely zero emotion had been showing on the face of the saiyan. ~ So, Maybe I was wrong. This Namek has already surpassed a saiyan. Though, Transformation on transformation.. I'd take him easily. Well, Guess I'll rely on my tactics instead of power at this point. Not much else I can do.~ It was also a though in his head that his scouter was kind of pointless for the power level readings. If a fighter could change it so dramatically just by transforming it could never be accurate in a fight. There was always a possibility that some power was being hidden. "Power Levels are bullshit." He said aloud as his eyes would be locked onto his opponent.
Just because Athren didn't like his scouter at this point in time didn't mean he wasn't going to use it. It would give him a solid location on his opponent at all times and if his opponent couldn't sense Ki then he'd be set because it was obvious that the Namek did not have a scouter on him at the time. "Alright then Namek. So you've got power. Twice as much as me to be almost exact, but lets see if you can match tactics."
With that Athren leaped forward towards the Namek. He closed the gap quickly. Though that wasn't all he did. With his left hand he extended it forward. He fired the weakest kiblast he could into the ground in front of Ukare. It wasn't to do any damage, it was simply to create a haze of dust to make visibility low and it had worked. As dust filled the area and most likely shot into Ukare's face. Athren swooped up into the air using his ki. When he was almost right above the Namek he dropped down quickly and thrust his elbow to the skull of the namek. As a follow up Athren would have attempted to kick the Namekian's back as hard as he could. This was in hopes of sending the Namekian flying through the air and gaining some much needed distance. Athren needed time to come up with a plan. As this one would only hold up for a few moments, if that.
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Post by Naroka on Oct 18, 2014 18:29:57 GMT
The Namekian's veins popped out from the transformation. Just changing shape was nothing, being as his power level increased, he'd need to put his metal to the test. To defeat his opponent and hold no bars. The attacks being prepared by his enemy were guided away with a frustrating ease, the kicks being guarded and forcing the alien to snap-vanish to Athren's side quickly. The flurry of moved bring given to his form were all followed up by dodges and hops above, some sliding to sides.
Athren's uppercut was met by a quick dodge, the Namek planting his feet into the dirt and moving his torso back. Countering, he'd try a light kick across the Saiyan's cheek with the tip of his shoe. Haf it hit, the Namekian would still back away to gather some distance similar to before, but not to charge, no: but listen to the dialogue given by his opponent. His eyes locking onto the others, visibly shifting from black to crimson red the more excited he got with the fight. His mouth open and teeth grit, fangs crushing against his lower row of teeth, looking like they could cut anything latched on.
"Is that so? Hmph, I suggest you abandon that trash, if it gives you inaccurate results, eh?" The Namek commented on his opponents statement. His suggestion was going to be ignored, most likely as it still apparently had use. Perhaps the thing would go obsolete sooner or later, but not then.
"You and I both know who the victors going to be, don't you?" He stood up to his full height, balling his fists and pointing his thumb to himself whilst hinting to his imminent victory to become. His smirk hidden underneath his dark shaded mask.
Quickly, the Namekian resumed his battle position. His muscle bulging like it did once before, his veins popping and pulsating vigorously as the weak ki blast bursted before him, creating a thick haze. While it would have initially bothered the Namek, he simply spread his legs and jut his arms to a certain length. From his open hands, a pulsation of ki blasted the fog from around his area of vision, freeing up his sense to lock focus back onto Athren.
Craning his head from side to side, the battle ready alien looked for his opponent, the Saiyan being nowhere to be found. A fool would have stood still, believing him to retreat; alas, Ukare looked up toward the sky only to see his opponent rocketing downward, elbow ready to collide with his thick skull. The Namekian rushed back, sliding himself a few feet from his descending opponent. To retort, he'd try a staple technique of his: Hyper extension of his arm.
Now using the gap between the two, he'd sling his right arm back and then throw it toward the Saiyan, hoping to clock him directly in the jaw. "You're mine!" Ukare shouted. Had it become a success, he'd follow up with another throw of his left arm to pull Athren toward him, finishing his assault with a flurry of punches, kicks and a final headbutt. Although, still blockable up until his grab.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2014 19:34:56 GMT
Athren had already knew that the outcome wasn't going to be him but he was still going to try and win. He wanted to overcome every single challenge that came his way regardless of how much effort it took. Really, He wasn't going to give up just like that because he knew his opponent was stronger. If he lost this one as he expected he would simply put more time into training and come meet this Namekian some other day on the battlefield. As the Namek spoke Athren listened but hadn't replied. He was too caught up in the moment for words.
As Athren came down at the Namek he thought he had a great plan, up until the Namek cleared the haze of fog away anyway.
At that point it still looked potentially good for this current attack. That was of course until the Namek had looked up and caught Athren on the descending path to a skull crushing collision with Athren's elbow. For the first fist that launched up Athren's way Athren had cancelled his downward attack and spiralled off. He still was in the downward path to engage in combat though. This didn't go as planned either. The stretchy limbs of the Namek had Athren completely at a surprise. The grab had caught Athren firmly and pulled him in close and the worst part was that Athren couldn't even do anything about it. His speed and power were completely outmatched at this point. Getting close to his opponent the flurry of attacks had started Athren tried to bring his hands up and block or guide the attacks away from his body but he just couldn't. He had just been to slow. Every single time he tried the attack had made contact and returned to the attacks fighting posture before Athren's limbs could even come close to intercepting. The worst part is they were all so fast that multiple spots of his body got hit and he couldn't tell in which order they were.
Getting headbutted Athren had stepped back a bit. His opponent didn't seem like rushing him instantly so he'd possibly have a moment to take a little note of where he was damaged. Athren had remained in his fighting posture but he felt that multiple spots on his torso had hurt, his face and even his lower body. He was taking a harsh beating and the Namek didn't even look like he was breaking a sweat at this point. He could feel the warmth of his blood around his face, especially the narrow and slow dripping ooze coming from his right eyebrow and dripping down his cheek. ~ Alright, He's kicking my ass out here. I need to come up with something to beat this guy.. Otherwise it's going to be like this the whole damn time..~
If the Namek were to look at Athren closely, he could tell that his body was already beginning to fatigue from the amount of strong hits it had just received from the flurry of attacks. Athren's posture was still strong but it took a little bit more effort to keep his fighting stance like that. On Athren's face though was still his determination to win. He had a mindset that couldn't be beaten. Regardless of how much his body took for abuse or how many hits he took. He couldn't lose his determination. That just wasn't going to go anywhere any time soon.
~I'd really hate to use this at this point in time, but what the hell. Not like I've got much of a choice.~ Quickly Athren blasted up into the sky, if the Namek really wanted to he could have caught him in an instant. Quickly Athren extended his right arm out and his palm open and pointing towards Ukare and his left hand was wrapping firmly around his right this. He then began to charge his energy into a beam. "Let's see how you handle this one, Namek." Athren could only hope that the Namek didn't rush him and cancel this attack. He had to hope that this attack would make the Namek make a wrong move. The best case for Athren was a simple hit, the second best.. A dodge.. The third best, The Namek hit Athren with a massive combo to ruin the attack and the worst case scenario for Athren at this point..? Is if the Namek had counter Athren's blast with one of his own. The struggle wouldn't last long and Athren probably wouldn't get up very easily after it.
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Post by Naroka on Oct 18, 2014 22:26:03 GMT
Giving his opponent time to recuperate st least some energy, the Namek remained in his stance. Refusing to break until the battle was over with and someone was claimed victor of the session of battle! He believed it was only fair to allow his opponent a fighters chance to plan a final attack or game shifting move, to add some spice into the already firey fight. His red pupils followed the moving figure rocket into the skies and push his hand out, preparing to fire a blast of some kind. Was this one of Athren's special techniques? It must have been.
"What's this? Looks like he's getting ready for some kind of beam..gotta be careful- could be a devestator." The Namekian thought to himself, rising into the air, much like his tailed opponent across the field. Unlike Athren, he boasted not a single ranged or ki based attack, whatsoever. Only physical and personal. "Erm..I'd be a fool to just let myself get hit. I gotta take him, now!" He finished the thought, taking stance once again, this time as if he was readying himself a Ki-Build Up.
Using rather cunning eyesight, the alien saw the fatigue Athren wore on his figure. The bruises and oozing fluid going down his brow, shaking limbs and clear tiredness was a sure fire sign that he was losing his energy the longer the fight went on. All the Namek had to do was finish it up with a couple of more combos and chains to come. Though, the green man was no beauty himself at the moment neither.
His own form was torn: pieces of his gi ripped from scraping against gravel, his brow bruised and swole, even his own jaw was growing damaged from the intense blows recieved. The warmth of his heritage, purple blood dripped from his brow, down to his chin and onto the desert grounds. It only made his determination more great!
"Way ahead of you." The Namekian spoke aloud, putting his palm out. Time to feint out the enemy. "Eat this!" Roaring out the words, a single weak blast of ki escaped his body and bolted for the weakened Saiyan Warrior. Small bolts of electricity coursed inside the sphere of flames, a powerful Namekian following close behind the blast. Only, Ukare dipped downward back to the earth, landing directly beneath Athren.
Looking up quickly, Ukare slung his arm back and then up like before, only chaining his attack into one of his own signature attacks. "See how you like this, Saiyan..!" He grunted, hoping to grab Athren's leg and slam him down before the Namekian. In exchange, he'd rise hastily and repeatedly smash extended arms and fists against the Saiyan until he reached a maximum of ten blows.
Had he missed completely, though, it'd leave him open for a point blank attack or to get hit by the charging ki attack Athren was preparing.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2014 1:14:06 GMT
While Athren continued to charge his attack he cautiously watched his opponent as the Namekian appeared to give Athren some time to make a move. If lucky enough or if this fighter was dumb enough he would give Athren enough time to charge this attack to it's maximum potential. Of course it didn't go that way. Athren began to think quickly as he watched the Namek place himself under him in a rush. ~ DAMN IT. There's no way I can match his speed and it's too late to take this attack back.~ As quickly as he could Athren followed the Namek with his opened and charging right hand and aimed it straight down towards him. ~ Way ahead of me? Hm. Not quite. May be faster but I can't see you dodging this one..~ Sure, Athren's attack wasn't even CLOSE to maximum damage but it was enough to at least slow the Namek down and maybe give Athren a window of opportunity because at this rate there was no chance in hell that Athren was going to win this battle.
He then heard the Namek's words as he cocked back his arm. For Athren it was now or never, he didn't have a choice right now and needed to fire this attack. "No Namek! Let's see how you like THIS ONE!" Athren then saw the Namek launch his arm forward as it began to stretch. He then released the energy he had gathered in a single orange beam. "NOVA CANNON!" He yelled out as the force from the blast moved his whole body back.
From this point Athren watched his opponent. He figured there wasn't much that the Namek could do considering his arm was currently stretching towards the blast. Never the less it would be very interested to watch how the Namekian would handle this situation, hopefully he would take the full force of the hit. Even though it wasn't capable of doing very much damage.
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Post by Naroka on Oct 25, 2014 15:03:39 GMT
Well it was apparent that Athren was not a fool. No, he was hard enough to retort and utilize his once charging attack, albeit not at it's maximum. It could be felt, though, that it harbored enough 'oomph' to stun and at least slow down the powered up Namekian a peg or two. He even made the gesture to reply to the Namek's taunt as he fired off.
With a smirk on his face, Ukare's hand rushed forward into the blast of ki. He suspected it.wouldn't hurt in the least, but alad it did make him retract the limb quickly. A sharp sting coursing into his body part upon contact with the beam of Athen's power. Due to it's style of attack, the Namekian would simply have to cover up and take it all like a warrior should always. The entire beam seemed to push the user back, allowing judgement that it was a strong burst even for the user.
As the beam subsided, dust rising and all, the Namek spat saliva out; the spit a mix of saliva and blood, creating a violet hue. Ukare's form had become singed some, his pants being torn a little bit and some up his upper gi being burnt off as a whole. "My turn," He grumbled out, bursting forward and into Athren's face. His right fist aiming for the Saiyan's cheek and his left the same. Had they connected, he'd follow with a side step to Athren's side and issue a tough knee into the ribs. Another step would put him behind his adversary and a sharp drill styled punch into the Saiyan's spine to finish up.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2014 0:07:05 GMT
Athren watched as his attack collided with the tough green Namek and did little to no damage. He couldn't help but have a bright smirk on his face. This was incredible. Athren really needed to use all of his power here and it still wasn't doing much to the transformed Namek. He then heard the Namek speak.
Before the Namek rushed in for the assault Athren had replied to him. "Come on then!" In a loud and confident tone of voice. Athren's body may have been beaten badly but his mindset wasn't. He was pushing himself to win and through the odds he wanted to. Even if he knew he couldn't he would try. Closing the gap quickly Athren had felt two quick fists hit his cheek. As each collided his face got shoved back with the blows. He then caught the Namekian side stepping around him. Athren had an easy plan for this before he could land a hit. Quickly he used his After-image technique to leave an image of himself where he was. He'd then quickly get to the Namek's flank and launch a devastating right foot around to the back of the Namek's head. If this was to connect Athren was going to hope for the Namek to go flying downward to the hard Earth surface. If he had missed he would be open for an attack. Though he would have some time to react.
If the Namek were to look into Athren's eyes he'd see the obvious presentation of Athren's mood. How determined he was, how excited he was. It would be like a bright flame in the middle of the blackest of nights.
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Post by Naroka on Oct 31, 2014 0:01:35 GMT
The Namek's attacks were successful, much to his triumph. Striking quickly once more, his attack was evaded quickly. The enemy using s technique of his own that caused his form to evaporate and apparently snap from him, locating his body behind the Nameks. Ukare twisting his head to the side and his spine being being prepared to be given a sparked punch. However, the stronger Alien had given his Saiyan opponent a cocky grin as he swiveled around to face the enemy. A rough hand grasping onto Athren's fist tight. Though the force behind it making it a challenge to keep a hold of.
"Feh. Nice try," Ukare coyly bared his fang.
Twisting Athren's fist, he aimed to make Athren call mercy. His pointed nails digging into the Saiyan whilst his grip tightened up more, savagely putting force into the twisting motion. His eyes meeting Athren's own. Sensing the vigor and energy.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2014 5:12:59 GMT
Having Ukare catch the fist of Athren really wasn't expected and the pressure that was being put on his fist was painful. The claws didn't help the situation much either. Athren then launched his free fist towards the torso of the Namek hoping that he would do the same thing with that fist. It would make sense that he would and if he didn't Athren would have to find a way out of this.
Even though it was painful and his wrists slowly began to give. Athren showed no signs of giving up. Sure he had been using everything he had to stay locked in this position but he didn't know how long he could last.
"You know I'm not going to give up, Right!? I'm a saiyan!" With that, Athren launched his head forward and would have attempted to head butt the namek.
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Post by Naroka on Oct 31, 2014 21:15:20 GMT
"No surprise. It's absolutely incredible how much energy you have." The Namek replied, nodding once. "It's just not enough." The male smirked, clenching tighter onto Athren's hand, his free hand being allowed to smash into his stomach. The fist plunging deep into the aliens core, the elastic like material of his body allowing it to stretch the back of him. Being pained for a moment, Ukare groaned before grasping onto his neck.
Tightening his power into both hands alike. Attempting to finish up with a slow, painful and bloodless end. The headbutt catching him off guard, though met by his own orb-like head quickly. A blood curdling crack sounding as Ukare countered Athren hard. Though vision blinking out some before returning sooner than hoped, for a newer and more powerful grip. Claws digging twice as deep into the Saiyajin's flesh. Whereas, he was growing less in stamina, losing health soon.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2014 5:14:29 GMT
With the Namek now gripping his neck tightly Athren didn't have many options left. His energy was depleted way too much to try a point blank energy beam right into the Namekian's torso.. and he didn't have much left to throw and more fists either. This was it. Athren couldn't keep up any longer. Quickly Athren had brought his hand to meet the Namek's forearm but it wasn't for an attack. Though if Athren had tried that he may have forced himself free. He simply gave two light taps to the Namek's arm to claim that he couldn't go on any longer. If the Namekian would have freed him well that would have been great. If he didn't.. Athren would have blacked out.
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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 Nov 3, 2014 21:29:46 GMT
The light taps on his forearm was more than enough what was needed for the Namek to yield. For it would be most foolish of him to go overboard then and force his opponent into an unconscious state. His hands loosened up some, retracting from the Saiyan's body totally. A smile across the aliens face as his dark pupils read him as the apparent winner of the duel. Lowering himself to the ground, his muscle throbbed painfully, as Ukare was rather tired. A nod given to Athren.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2014 0:41:17 GMT
Athren then lowered himself down to the ground slowly. His body was battered and bruised and the young saiyan was quite exhausted after that brawl. Giving his opponent a light smirk her finally spoked some words. "You're really good. Didn't really expect that at all." With that Athren tried to catch his breath though it wasn't working that well. He was fatigued beyond belief and even had a hard time maintaining his straight and solid posture. "Hopefully this isn't the last time we spar."
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