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’So, East City is to the west, West City is to the South, South City is to the west and North City is… also to the south… the hell am I?’ The illustrious Anubian’s intuitive sense of direction appeared to have failed him again. And he had gotten off to such a good start as well. The weights appeared to be doing their job and he actually felt pretty good now that he’d had something resembling a proper workout, his drowsiness had almost completely receded and he felt as though he was properly back in control of his body. Now only if he hadn’t chosen to start ‘exercising’ in completely the wrong direction he might have been ready to mark this up as a good day all in all.
Taking a second to sweep his leg through its support ‘decapitating’ the world’s least helpful roadsign Sinthe turned aside in search of someone who could point him to Satan City, to his meet up with the Kaioshin’s… emissary or whatever she was and more importantly to the restaurant she’d given rave reviews. He really wished that his ability to perceive ki hadn’t taken such a substantial drop while he was asleep. It would be so much simpler if he could just search for her energy, but his senses now only extended over a pitiable portion of the pitiable planet he’d found himself on.
There were outliers of course and though in bygone days he might not have deigned to take notice of even them, now that he was more on the level with such people he found himself becoming more and more readily intrigued whenever he should happen across one. Perhaps that was why instead of keeping his eyes peeled for someone who could send him on his way he rather found himself following the telltale flare of one such being’s ki.
He supposed it made sense, these harsher regions towards the poles of the generally very temperate planet might have been testing for even him were his body not intuitively capable of surviving the cold of the endless vacuum. For a mortal being it would be quite trying to even make it out to such a place, especially if they were unable to fly, let alone to live or train in such an environment. Hardy places for hardy people. Perhaps, he thought, he should have come up here sooner than he had. His stay might have been quite a lot more enlightening as to the quality of warriors hereabouts if he had.
’So,’ he began as he touched down in the vicinity of the energy which had drawn him hence. ’What brings a fighter like you down to a backwoods dustball like this?’
"What's this?!" The Saiyan with a cause grunted. As per usual, his scouter had alerted him to something. Only, normally it wouldn't be met with such surprise. He was so used to finding people away from his home. This one was far more close than he was used to. It threw him off, even. He would need to adjust and learn that his home range was an open area. Nothing truly belonged to him. His finger tapped a small button on its side, the male springing from his home and bursting outside. Rising swiftly to the skies and flinging himself towards the power level. His friend, Broca, remaining at their joint base. Either there or exploring the earth. Negi, on the other hand, reached his target. Stopping a good distance from Sinthe. Choosing to hit the ground and walk towards the animal man. His eyes watchful over the Anubian man. Being sure not to be brash or too quick. He had chosen to stop before Sinthe. Still, a good amount of feet between them.
"I guess I can ask the same," Negi said. Shifting weight to his leg and folding his arms over one another. "I live here. I take it you're lost, on the other hand?" He called out.WC: 211 PL: 40,816 75% WPL: 10,204
The power’s source was quite a bit more standoffish than Sinthe had at first expected. He supposed being as powerful as he was cultivated an attitude of readiness (or maybe that was the other way round) which clashed with the mostly more polite populace of this world. Having concluded this Sinthe did not approach him immediately, choosing to linger for a moment at the distance they’d first established.
’I’m… between places,’ he replied, somewhat annoyed as he remembered his encounter with the worst road sign ever but still not wanting to admit it. He turned his head aside and grumbled at the thought but quickly brought his attention back to the man in front of him. If his power weren’t enough to stoke the suspicion that he weren’t from around these parts then there were other factors. The armour was vaguely familiar to him being not dissimilar to that worn by the unlucky creature he’d uh, commandeered his ride off. The similarities ended there of course but there were certain other things which he recognized. That hair, those eyes, the tail of course was a dead giveaway. So there WERE other Saiyans to be found on this planet just as Rukia had let on.
’But you chose, pardon me, choose to live on this backwater. Being that Saiyans are inclined to seek out conflict this world may be more interesting than I first gave it credit for.’ Of course there were exceptions in all cases, he had known some to want to live in peace as other races did and even if that weren’t the case in his time at least the reputation of the Saiyans as fearless warriors hadn’t exactly held up to closer scrutiny. Now there was an idea.
’You know the Saiyans of my era were talked up to be a much greater threat than they actually were.' Most of them at any rate. 'I don’t mean to be rude or anything but from one warrior to another, about how strong would you say you are?’
"I see you're smart enough to make good guesses," Negi smiled coyly, taking a step forward and raising a hand. His palm facing the sky and remaining in place. Nothing fishy or anything to it. The accessory attached the male's ear examining Sinthe further. Searching for vital information. All he could receive was a number and a race. A foreign one he had no knowledge of whatsoever. Whatever this thing was, it seemed to be some kind of cat-like creature. It wasn't of Earth, either. Not from the information gathered from Sinthe's dialogue. Key phrases such as being 'between places' and the term 'backwater' used in order to describe the Earth. "I wouldn't call it a choice, though. Rather be here than Namek or one of those other remote planets. At least here, I can get some kind of business done. Stead of sitting on my tail and playing with my hands." Negi continued. Figuring he'd explain himself before he would press Sinthe. Negi's expression seemed to darken as he heard the alien mention his race name and their tendency to seek out battle. He wasn't offended, not by any means. No, he was now struck by some kind of sense of curiosity. Did this man and his heritage have some kind of relation to his home and his brethren?
"The Saiyans of your era, eh?" Negi tilted his head. "I guess you're old as hell, huh?" He chortled some, waiting to answer the question imposed on him. "How strong would I gauge myself.." He trailed. The warrior lightly rubbing his chin and taking a moment. "Easy. I'd say I'm strong enough to kick your ass." The male raised his chin and looked to Sinthe, aiming to look the Anubian straight in the eye. No jokes, no exaggeration. His statement, which many would call opinion, was not a joke to him. From his gut alone, forgetting the scouter, he felt he could make himself the superior fighter between the Anubian and he. "Enough about me, alien. What's your name? And, if you're up for it, I'd like to see how strong you think you are." Negi pointed with his index finger, his voice empathizing on the words 'see' and 'you'.WC: 370
The Anubian nodded an affirmative to his impromptu opponents assessment of his age, strictly speaking it wasn’t true but he was certainly somewhere up there. He had lived already much, much longer than this man could ever hope for without some sort of divine provenance.
’Oh, I wonder~’ Sinthe practically purred the words as a response to the Saiyans declaration. Why did they always say that? Every. Single. Time. Perhaps they actually believed it. Sad, so very sad really. His tail swished back and forth slowly, disturbing the powdery snow beneath his feet as it did. How many, many times had he heard this? Why after all of this time did it never once fail to get his dander up?
Saiyans… he thought with some measure of melancholy, seems as though they never change after all.
’How strong… am I?’ The ancient creature actually seemed as though he was quite taken aback by the “inquiry” of sorts. He had expected about as much, but in spite of that he hadn’t really thought about an answer all that much. With a grumble he scratched the underside of his chin contemplatively with one claw. About how strong was he now? Not very he imagined. He had grown so used to thinking of himself as belonging to a different world to the mortal fighters he encountered, a whole other strata that the vast majority of opponents could never hope to reach. Clearly this was not the case anymore.
When it came down to it he felt that he couldn’t really judge with any degree of accuracy.
’That would be “Lord” Sinthe unless your people have completely forgotten their manners. As for my power. It’s hard for me to really gauge,’ he finally admitted. Giving a pause he licked the back of one hand and idly smoothed over the fur of his forehead, looking very much the overgrown housecat as he did so. ’Sufficed to say, as of right now anyway, I’m weak enough that you might survive.’ Menacingly he began to move forward, each step as slow and deliberate as the last, with no hurry whatsoever he closed the distance between them and stared down the Saiyan face to face.
He stood there for just a moment, smiling a smile of utmost contempt that might have on its own given his opponent cause to attack had he not chosen to do so first. In a sudden burst of movement Sinthe thrust forward straight for the Saiyain’s centre with a closed fist, throwing all his weight behind it as he did so. It was a throwaway, a basic linear attack to see whether or not the Saiyan was all talk. Or just mostly.
"Cocky little..." The male grunted as the feline creature purred and seemed to be amused by his words. He hated arrogance. Especially from weaker life forms. They only made their punishment worse when they chose to respond with such tones. His fist had clenched some. Eyes watching carefully over Sinthe's every action. Negi, on the other hand, was slightly taken back by the uncertainty placed on Sinthe's voice. He wasn't sure of how powerful he was? Fool! Negi seemed confident, from what his scouter was reading, this thing did not stand a chance to him. Either this cat-man was incredibly confident in himself or he was just stupid. Negi hoped he was simply confident and nothing more. "Hah! I guess your age betrays you, Sinthe!" The Saiyan guffawed, amused now. Had Sinthe paid attention, to which he more than likely did, Negi had made sure the 'lord' title was absent. His laughter did come to an end, only when Sinthe had positioned himself fairly close. The two standing face to face. The Anubian was only two inches shorter, but his ears seemed to stack a few inches onto him.
"We only call superiors 'lord'. Meaning, a King or someone who isn't unsure of themselves. Like you," Negi shook his head dismissively. It was clear that he'd refuse and resist referring to the weaker Anubian as a superior or someone above him. He'd rather have his tongue cut off than refer to him as so. Lest, he was proven wrong. If this one could overpower him in a show of strength, then he'd bite his tongue back and do as he is wished to. "Might. That word implies that you have a chance of taking victory in a fight. It also implies you can kill me. Don't cry when I wipe you on the ground, whelp." The Saiyan's reaction time was absolutely impeccable, his eyes darting to his opponent's hands and body. Reading his body language for what it was and deciphering that an attack was headed his way. Negi's body jerked and shuffled about, his legs taking him two steps back and his arms raising themselves in a defensive motion. A loud 'THOK!' sound made as Sinthe's fist would come into contact with Negi's bare forearms. The Saiyan visibly unbothered by the move and only wearing a malevolent smile. The timer had run and it was go time. the fight had begun. Such a dirty move, attacking out of the blue, would not go unpunished. Not so long as Negi's lungs gave him oxygen or his veins pulsed. "You're done." Negi said, his eyes shooting daggers to Sinthe's. His arms opened up, aiming to force Sinthe off of him. Immediately after, he himself would slide backwards. Assuming position for battle and gesturing Sinthe to come for him, by patting his lap like one would beckon a dog. "C'mon, c'mon!"Blocked Sinthe's punch. WC: 482
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Sinthe was not at all surprised by the Saiyan’s reaction time, nor that his guard was able to withstand his attack. Nevertheless he pushed against it with what might he was able to muster, testing the resistance before they broke away from one another. Standing straight again he did not follow up on his attack, instead finding it far more entertaining to listen to the Saiyan run at the mouth. He gave a reserved chuckle, barely more than a breath itself at what the man had to say.
’You said Kings specifically,’ Sinthe repeated the word, ignoring the taunting and sounding genuinely amused. ’Saiyans don’t worship any gods of their own do they, I trust that if nothing else this at least has yet to change.’ In the Saiyan psyche there was simply no room for a supreme being, he’d observed, Whether individual or collective their ego simply would not allow for an existence greater than their own and to a certain extent he had a begrudging respect for that. Being who and what he was however, it was not a transgression which he was so easily able to overlook. He surmised from the Saiyan’s attitude that he was able to somehow intuit Sinthe’s level of strength. Whether this was through sensing was not clear but he made a point of looking more closely at the odd device his opponent wore on his face.
How very novel, he thought. But if that’s the case… Sinthe decided that he might as well test his theory then and there. He was much more comfortable in his body now and could raise his power almost instantaneously, which made this next part a great deal more fun for him.
’Let’s see how you fare,’ he began, tensing to take off after his opponent again. ’At this level of speed.’ His power spiking all of a sudden, the Anubian pushed off his back foot, splintering the ground where it had rested. This time he had closed the distance in a matter of nano-seconds and rather than throw one single blow at his opponent he elected instead to launch a barrage of blows against him. These were neither regular nor continuous but occasionally halting staccato sequences meant to disturb his opponent’s rhythm and keep him backing up on the defensive as much as damage him. Again he didn’t expect to inflict much harm unless his increased physicality had taken his opponent completely by surprise, this was justa setup for something else.
All of a sudden in the drew back his left fist as though winding up for a final strike, but this too was a feint, it was too slow, too linear again and he expected that the opponent would see it, he WANTED the opponent to have seen it. Rather than follow through with the attack he suddenly weaved the other way, raising his other hand, palm open to point it squarely at the Saiyan’s midsection. There was but the faintest of glow around his hand before he let rip with a torrent of ki, nothing like his full power but still a far cry from what he had been throwing out thus far. His attack blazing bright purple engulfed the area directly in front of it and anything unlucky enough to be caught there. WC:550 Trans - Ten Percent Power {x3}: 27,450 Launching basic melees again for 5% {1,372} Using secondary action for [OT-1] Wave of Destruction {25%}: 6,862
It seemed Sinthe had a bit more intelligence than Negi was giving him credit for. The Saiyan’s head tilted a few degrees as he listened to the male huff a small laugh. This light chuckle followed by the alien asking Negi a question. Did they still follow no god? Or had they found some kind of deity to reign over them. This inquiry caused Negi himself to cross one arm over the other and laugh aloud. His boisterous show of amusement meant to show genuine humor in the question, as well as to mock Sinthe further. “It seems you know a bit more than I thought. Your age doesn't betray, I was wrong,” Negi began. “But I'll answer: We Saiyans follow no deity, correct.” The warrior nodded with each word that left his mouth. His eyes narrow and fierce. “For the simple reason that one man, woman or creature being above us is impossible. That,” He paused for a moment. Cocking his head in a position that lifted his chin while his arms unraveled from one another. His right arm hanging by his waist, whilst his left was raised. His fist clenched tightly.
“And what is a single god, to a race of nonbelievers?!”
“Hn!” Negi grunted immediately after his own rhetorical question. His scouter chirping after picking up the sudden increase in power. His opponent was holding back, it seemed. He had more, Negi was sure of this. Sinthe probably knew this, but Negi more than welcomed this. Danger gave Saiyans like himself life. Warriors until the end of the line. Giving an approving nod, Negi watched as the feline like man closed in far faster than before. His speed was incredible, with how much of an disadvantage Negi was at. Damn weights! Negi bit his tongue, watching the opponent’s movements. Each delayed fist that looked more sloppy than the last was met by his own knuckles or a success. The average seemed to be a six to ten, in Sinthe’s favor. More hits hitting his body than meeting fist. Each blow sent their own individual bolt of pain through him, but he’d need take it. He’d rather be seen as a warrior who took the brunt of every hit than escape and run like a weakling.
Negi remained still, however. His eyes darting to Sinthe’s fist, watching it suddenly halt before being retracted and aimed for his stomach. The speed far too fast for him to move, but he had registered it mentally. He’d show he was no one to mess with. The purple glare of Ki flashing instantaneously before the tsunami of Ki fell upon him. It seemed to engulf Negi’s fore, as all he could truly see was the bright lavender and purple of the Ki splashed onto him. His eyes flashing momentarily as he felt his boots dig into the ground, gashes left in the ground as he was sent flying backwards. The Saiyan remained on his feet, however. As smoke then flooded the field before being dispersed by itself. Smoke rising off of Negi’s body. His stance tall, and his body heavily singed and burnt. He was good at masking pain, so while he stood upright valiantly and powerfully, he still felt massive surges of pain flow through his nerves. The pain causing him to wince and grit his teeth. A smirk drawn upon his lips.
“My turn,” He shouted. Dashing towards his feline opponent, his power and speed unphased by the amount of pain flowing through him. He closed distance swiftly, hoping that his opponent was no wimp and would meet him. A flurry of punches leaving him, each aimed for vital areas. Six going for Sinthe’s skull, four for his chest and ribs, and a single strong aimed for his solar plexus. His aim to knock the air out of the Anubian with that final punch. However, had he failed, he’d accept his punishment for what it was. Like a man!WC: 689 Took everything! Suffering damage for the full 8,234!! Basic punches for 5% issued for 510 a pop. Theme for this fight.
Sinthe was for the first time in this battle rather taken aback at the fact the Saiyan more or less just stood there and took his assault head on. Not that he was able to take the brunt of it, rather that he did so. In contrast Sinthe was willing to display just how much of a gap that there was between them and rather than block the incoming barrage of fists he chose instead to weave about them. It was in actuality a great deal more difficult than he made it look and more than once he felt the telltale brush of the Saiyan’s arm against his fur. He was not usually one for evasion by a literal hair’s breadth, most of the time he’d always been able to move and attack before an enemy noticed he was gone, but now it wasn’t something which he could accomplish as easily as all that.
’Still… in… point of fact… a… God,’ he replied with a great deal of aplumb as he continued to dance around the attacks. It was tempting to punctuate his point by performing a counter of his own, smashing an attack right down the opponent’s centre line, but he wasn’t that eager for this fight to end. He felt as though this Saiyan could do much better, though of course if he were to be disappointed… well they’d get round to that.
The Anubian was rather rudely jarred out of his thoughts when his opponent aimed one final attack right for his solar plexus, now when he was turning back to face him it would be more of a pain to dodge so instead he opted to block, putting up both hands one over the otherto cushion the impact which he then allowed to shove him back out of range. His left hand, which had taken the impact at the fore, quivered gently as he lowered it back to his side. He smiled again, but this was not quite so churlish as before, this was wild, predatory, fierce and someone anxious for more.
’Interesting. And I suppose that you think it brave to… what? To stand there and allow someone to beat you to death? Or, is it that you honestly couldn’t have dodged those attacks just now?’ Sinthe had to ask because honestly he couldn’t fathom it out at first. The Saiyan had proven himself fast enough to keep up with him at least a little in blocking his attacks. Even if he hadn’t really given his opponent any great room to launch a counterattack from, the opposing warrior had chosen to stand face to face with him rather than to withdraw to a range at which he might be able to launch more effective attacks.
’I don’t believe that I ever caught your name Saiyan,’ To be fair though Sinthe was not really one to remember anyone’s name (any mortal’s name anyway) unless they were exceedingly important, or if they’d piqued his interest. The mere fact of finding Saiyans on this Earth was worthy of attention and even if he weren’t entirely satisfied this one was certainly approaching that bar. Continuing on without leaving room for a reply, Sinthe decided to let his opponent know just what he’d gotten himself in for before they carried on. ’If you’ll tell me and even if you wont, allow me to tell you something good in recompense.’ Raising up off the ground he began to hover above his opponent, leaning to one side and resting his head on one arm as though reclining.
’This power of mine, right now it’s about… mm, five, five? Yes, that seems about right. Five percent of my complete strength. That being the case I’ll ask you again, from one warrior to another, about how strong would you say you are?’
WC:538 Dodging the majority of Negi's strikes, blocking the last one. (I approve of this theme)
Negi watched as every strike he had given was effortlessly evaded. It was almost infuriating. This feline man was making fool of him here. It seemed either some sort of, sick, twisted pleasure was being reaped from seeing Negi fail to land a single attack. Whatever the reason was, this creature had a sick sense of humor. And that was coming from a Saiyan. A race that took more pleasure out of their sadistic tendencies. Nevertheless, Negi watched as his attempts were all in vain. Sinthe was pissing him off a little. It seemed the two could keep some dialogue running during the bout. “God..of..what, exactly?!” Negi grunted inquisitively. It seemed Sinthe was intent on fortifying his supposed godlike status. It was only fair Negi was answered.
“Sch,” Negi sounded, sucking his teeth. His punch had been caught by the alien. The two locking eyes with one another before a series of words had been exchanged some more. “Easy.” He began. “I took it because I'm a man. Not because its brave or I can't dodge. I took every. Single. Blow. Because I am above you in every aspect.” Negi seethed light rage. His eyes trembled as he locked into the Anubian’s eyes.
The Saiyan watched as his opponent retreated from him and flew upwards. The distance between them sizeable, but he could still hear him clearly. Every action he seemed to do was all in effort to mock Negi. To play with him and simply humiliate him and his foolhardy manner. It was quite annoying.
“Negi,” He called.
“Oh? Five percent?” Negi folded his arms over one another as he listened to the anubian. “Five percent,” he repeated. ”Only five percent?! How dare you!” Negi roared. “Quit it! Raise yourself to your max, damn you!” The warrior was angry. Negi’s arms had unfolded. His fingers wrapping around his armor’s straps before lifting them from his chest. The armor hitting the ground with a terrifying thud. Negi’s power level had spiked back to its correct level. The man no longer held back by the weights he had put on himself. Cracking his knuckles, Negi decided he’d answer the question once again.
Pointing to Sinthe, he bellowed, “Strong enough to kick your ass!”Weights removed.
Sinthe smirked at the Saityan’s weak rationalization, he wondered whether Saiyan women were allowed to dodge but kept that little gem to himself. He’d probably annoyed his opponent enough already, actually it transpired that he’d annoyed this Negi plenty since he felt his power rise even more sharply than his own had. ’What’s this?’ he asked, idly picking at something in his earlobe before flicking it away off his little finger. ’Saiyans train with weighted clothing now? Perhaps your people aren’t quite so foolhardy as I thought.’ Indeed, Saiyans in his time had been unable to increase their power much beyond its inborn limitations, with one obvious exception. He found himself wondering now just how far off Negi was.
Neglecting to remove his own weights since his opponent was unaware of them, Sinthe instead powered up again to what would normally be a quarter of his total strength. ’Sorry about this, but certain… circumstances mean that I can’t go all out just now and besides if I did neither of us would be able to enjoy this fight, but I can afford to show you a little more. This would be about… hm… twelve? Twelve and a half-percent or thereabouts.’
Sinthe felt clearly now that they were on an almost even keel, he certainly had the advantage but their powers were now closer than they had been throughout the entire fight up to that point. He could count on Negi to make the first move, the Saiyan had been so kind as to wait for him to power up perhaps in hopes of seeing his enemy’s full strength as he’d requested. There was no need for that. At the same time though he was easy to taunt, easy to trick, he talked a big game and those sorts were always the easiest to provoke. As Sinthe could rely on him to make the first move, so too would he wait for him to make the first mistake.
Floating back from where Negi stood he made a show of leaning backwards still as though he were at rest, resting his head in the palm of his hand while going so far as to beckon his opponent forth with the other. All this in an effort to make Negi think he was still taking him lightly, but he was still only making a show of it. As a matter of fact he was poised and ready to move at any moment, specifically the moment in which Negi chose to attack and would leave himself open to such.
Saiyans, he thought again as he heard Negi’s pronouncement of his own power, Saiyans never change.
"Power up, you freak. The fact that you're sandbagging me right now is pissing me off more than me being weaker than you." Negi shouted. His tone seething with anger and hatred for this man. Unfortunately, there wasn't much Negi could do here. He hated being toyed with like this. It infuriated him. Saiyans hated it. It stemmed from a long, long, long line of being played with by tyrants and stronger beings. Negi began levitating, rising up to meet Sinthe half way. Standing but a few meters off from him. Enough distance for the two to stare one another down. "I'm going to show you why fucking with new Saiyans is different from the past. We've evolved." Negi stated, confident in himself. His hands clapping together before being parted from one another. A purple and white ring of Ki summoned before him. "This fight will shift in my favor. If you're as fast as you think you are, I wanna see you dodge this." Negi roared, putting his arms out. Two orbs of Ki being summoned. The two brought together and combining into one single surge of energy. "Fatal Buster!" The warrior cried, permitting his Ki to live and explode before him. The range sizeable and the stream f Ki unruly and uncontrolled from vision alone. Negi didn't exactly care if he was avoided. He simply wanted to show how angry he had been made.[OT-3] Fatal buster used for 40,816
The blast came up on Sinthe far faster than he would have expected, momentarily struck with panic he found himself without an easy option that allowed him to get away and so instead he crossed his arms over his chest and face to absorb the brunt of the impact. Raising a knee to further obstruct his abdomen he strained against the sheer force of the attack which streamed towards him. It took everything that he had but little by agonizing little he was able to start shifting its trajectory. Gritting his teeth he redoubled his efforts , edging closer and closer to a more favorable position before finally thrusting his free leg upwards, slamming the attack with whatever physical force he was able to muster and diverting it straight up out of the planet’s atmosphere.
The fur on his arms singed and smoking still he ricocheted away from the deflected attack, looking as though he was about to crash headlong into the ground before catching himself and smoothly floating back up towards Negi.
’You son of a bitch, I actually almost died.’ Sinthe said with the ghost of a chuckle in his tone. Finally it seemed that he was starting to enjoy himself. Unfortunately for him it seemed as though Negi was not about to let the point rest any time soon. That being the case he supposed that the best answer was to just give him what he wanted so that he could start regretting it already.
’Very well,’ he suddenly chimed into the protracted silence, raising his voice with authority. As he spoke next though it dropped into a low, snarling, more predatory tone. ’But don’t say that I never warned you. The Power of Destruction… is real scary…’
Raising his arms Sinthe lifted the mantle from his shoulders, turning it inside out as it passed over his head to reveal the small but dense weighted blocks attached to its underside. From such a height they were enough to crack the ground where they fell, but he wasn’t done yet. With a pronounced click he uncoupled the elaborate clasp of his ornate belt and likewise its underside was chocked with even spaced oblong it thudded into the ground just the same as the mantle had and it became clear then just how much the Anubian’s power had grown.
’As I said, this body can’t handle my full power right now. This is about 25% percent of my full strength… and this…!’ Suddenly tensing he began to raise his power even further, growling fiercely as he was enveloped in a soft purplish glow. He really was starting to feel more like his old self, this power that shook the ground below, that caused it to crack and small splinters of rock to break away, which seemed to thicken the very air around him, this repressive force was very him.
With the glow suddenly abating Sinthe returned to a much more relaxed posture, clasping his hands behind him, but he seemed to stand taller, project an image, an impression of himself than was greater than what was actually physically there. It was as though he’d stepped out of himself a new man, with the same basic features but being much, much more dangerous and with that fact being fully apparent to anyone that cared to look.
’This is about three quarters of my total strength, which is more or less my upper limit for now.’ The cat-like demi-god took a deep breath and heaved a heavy sigh. The next second he was gone. His claw met lightly with Negi’s back gently, but firmly enough that he would certainly feel it. ’Once more,’ he insisted, referring of course to his earlier question which Negi had thus far refused to answer with anything but bolshie bravado. ’With gusto.’ There was a bright flash from the tip of his claw as he discharged another attack, but this was focused, concentrated, almost surgical in its intent in fact. That intent was to fire a beam straight through Negi, disabling him or at least inflicting enough sheer pain that he was no longer able to fight but he made a point of trying to avoid his opponents vitals.
Normally Sinthe didn’t like to have to do things in such a way, but Negi seemed stubborn enough that he would be exceedingly difficult to put down with a decisive knockout blow. Besides which he was interesting enough that Sinthe wanted him to stay conscious at least a little longer, in fact more than anything he wanted to hear him say it he wanted to hear from the Saiyans own mouth in his own words an honest estimation of himself or of how they compared, both ideally. He had never liked lies or false confidence.
More than anything else he abhorred the arrogance of narrow minded mortals. WC: 816 Removing MWC: 91,500 Trans - 75% Power {x10}: 183,000 Firing [OT-1] Destroyer Beam {25%}: 45,750
Negi's hands were still held out in front of him. Sweat had dribbled down his brow and onto the ground beneath him from the amount of energy poured into his Ki attack. Fatal Buster, his favorite technique, was a taxing one. It consumed much of his stamina and rendered him unable to continue with strong attacks until he could recover. Unfortunately, Sinthe had chosen now to drop his collected and calm façade. What Negi wanted. The ring of energy before the Saiyan had evaporated then, a satisfied expression dancing across Negi's features. His smile smug and eyes relaxed. Watching as his foe struggled to deflect it before tossing it into the cosmos. Just from sight, Sinthe had appeared to darken. Such a display only made Negi feel more and more like the victor of this contest. His arms dropping by his side as he locked sights on his opponent. The purple creature shouting out to him. Complaining that he was nearly erradicated. Hearing that was a compliment in itself to the foolhardy tailed-man. "Cry for me!" Negi responded cockily.
His eyes narrowed as his foe seemed to disrobe just as he. He was also speaking, which Negi had listened to. Registering that he was being informed of the fact that Sinthe warned him about so and so. However, despite the seriousness and confidence behind the Anubian's tongue, Negi had found himself snickering and laughing in glee. "The Power of Destruction?!" He repeated. "The Power of Destruction can suck my..!!" It seemed the man was censored only by the thunderous collision between Sinthe's mantle and the ground.
The belt had gone, as well. Negi intrigued but holding his tongue for a moment. Listening to his opponent draw on about his percentages and so on.
"Again," Negi confirmed. "I know for a fact I'm strong enough. To kick. Your! Ass!!" He had boomed yet again, showing he stuck to his beliefs in himself. However..immediately upon answer, Sinthe had decided to shut him up. Had he grown tired of the Saiyans incessant talk? A beam. A singular beam had pierced the Saiyans torso, missing his lungs and heart entirely, but forcing him to reel it in and hit the ground. Breathing suddenly becoming quite taxing and taking his energy. He wasn't defeated, not in his own eyes, but he wasn't exactly at his fighting maximum. After all, his opponent spiked a full fifty thousand, possibly more, over him. Negi's hand clasping his chest while the other kept him still. His chin raised and eyes focused onto the Anubian. "Bastard—" He swore. "He toys with me, only to fire a hole into my chest..the nerve!" Negi thought to himself. Teeth grit and dealing with an excruciating amount of pain surging through him. But. Despite the pain. Negi managed to get onto his feet. His chest red with pain, burn and blood. But his fists raised even then. His courage, his confidence, his estimation over himself. None of which false or fabricated. He was unable to fight, but damn it. He'd go down swinging.
’Stop it,’ he ordered bluntly as he watched the Saiyan rise up to his feet again, wanting to continue in spite of his own body. For Anubians their purpose was their purpose and Sinthe believed that like him none of the others took particular pleasure in beating on an opponent that was already done with. ’What’s with that look?’ As Negi cursed and glared up at him he could not help but let a genuine note of anger seep in to his voice. ’You wanted to see me at one-hundred percent didn’t you? Now you want me to stop because you’re losing this badly?’
Looking at him though, so adamant that he would win, no, adamant that he could win despite being ignorant of how outclassed he was, Sinthe began to remember. Relenting from his mounting frustration he sighed again. Of course he was not to blame, Sinthe concluded as he began to float down, touching down a few scant paces from his beleaguered opponent.
’We are perhaps not so grossly different as I had first suspected. Negi, I’ll be totally honest with you, I don’t ever want to have to be weak. In other words I want to be “strong,”’ he put a strange emphasis on the word, as though it were foreign. The truth was of course that their definitions of actual strength were so far divorced from one another that in the manner Sinthe used it the word might as well have been. ’However,’ he continued, turning his face up towards the skies, a look of profound contemplation… or was it simply longing that was spreading across his face? For a moment he faltered. ’However I know for an ironclad fact that even at my absolute peak there were fighters in this universe many, many dozens of times stronger than myself.’
He was thinking of one person in particular, but hadn’t the mental fortitude to even begin to utter that name as he was now.
’Whether that prospect excites or terrifies you, you must never forget this feeling. The humiliation of being utterly defeated, the pain of being so easily brushed aside. For creatures such as we there can be no greater source of strength to draw upon.’ Although that being said he had needed to push up to his limits as they stood in order to overcome this one. Raising his left arm slid off the elaborate torque he wore and winged it at Negi like a discus. Whether he was in good enough shap to catch it or not that would be his prize for a battle well fought.
’I can have another one of these made any time, so long as I have the other. But if certain people were to recognize them, then some interesting things might happen to you. Consider it a heavenly boon for your being so stubborn.’
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