Division 2 - Fight 1: Sinthe vs Suusao

Sinthe was at first not overly impressed with his opponent. On the face of it he looked to be nothing more than a regular Earthling right down to the clothes that he wore and there were many opponents who wouldn’t think to look any deeper. Sinthe though had caught a whiff of his energy even before he’d appeared. He was certainly anything other than an Earthling, but he couldn’t really stick a pin in it. It felt like, what did it feel like? Makai? No, there was something else.

’Whiskers…? Oh right, on account of me being... Yeah.’ Discounting the fact that he didn’t actually have whiskers it was kind of a good one, pity it was going to be the last one he got. Before that though there was something which bothered Sinthe that he was only now remembering. In truth Suusao Yukimura was not the only name which he’d heard attached to this belligerent fighter who now stood before him. What really bothered him about this “Demi-God of East City” was exactly that. How dare such a petty creature from such a petty world make any claims upon godhood. As much as it might have annoyed the Anubian, he managed to keep a fairly level head, still standing bolt straight and not adopting a more guarded stance or making any aggressive moves.

’Before we finish up, I do have one thing which I wished to ask you. Indulge me for but a moment and then I will be more than happy to “show you what I’m made of” as you say.’ He didn’t like this one, he REALLY didn’t like this one. It might very well be overcompensating or something of the kind, but he was cocky in the extreme on top of his apparent blasphemies. If this were any kind of tournament then Sinthe would have taken a great amount of pleasure to separate him from his breath, but these Earthlings had that stupid non-lethal prohibition in place.

Stepping off to one side Sinthe began to make a broad circuit of the ring, not even strafing around his opponent, but walking as though he were out on an evening’s stroll. ’You call yourself a demi-god or so I hear. The pride of it alone is worthy of rebuke, but what I wanted to know was do you believe it to be true?’ Depending on the answer this fight could go one of two ways and quite honestly Sinthe wasn’t sure which of them he’d prefer. One of them was easier sure, but the other was much more fun.

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WC: 431

Ah! So that was it! Demon and Saiyan in one package, to be sure it was a fierce combination even by the standard that Sinthe was more used to. He imagined the brash and erratic nature of both races would be likely to bring out the very best in one another, one blade sharpening the other as it were. As he continued to pace he slid two of his claws together behind his back as the thought occurred to him. Keeping his conclusions to himself, as well as reserving any proper judgment for when he had seen Suusao in action he listened intently as his opponent finished.

’I see,’ Sinthe practically growled the words, sounding not one bit pleased with the answer that he’d been given. He paused in his circuit of the ring, striking the uniform tile with his tail in agitation so hard that he actually cracked it and faced down his opponent again, now knowing which path he would have to take. Fun time. ’The arrogance of a Demon or Saiyan to claim godhood cannot be overlooked. For impugning the honor of the gods it seems I am to punish you.’ As the Anubian finished speaking his body would glow softly with a purplish energy which clung close to his skin and all those in attendance would be able to feel his power rise should they possess the skill. It would die down quickly as his power settled at its ten percent mark, technically more like two point five with the way he was weighed down but that was just for him to know.

Taking a single step forwards he bent his knee and kicked off from the ground, flying head first for Suusaio as though he were a bullet but rather than plough in to the hybrid at full speed he suddenly span off to one side, straightening up and lashing out with a spinning back heel meant to smash into Suusao’s head and topple him over towards the edge of the ring.

He was not of course, intending to ring the young man out, not by any means. As the grandson of a proper God, Sinthe felt it his duty to instruct this boy in just how mistaken he was. Really when it came down to it the beating was for his own good. He expected he’d do Suusao a lot of good before this fight was over and done with.

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WC: 406
Ten Percent Power {x3}: 35,036
Basic Melee {5%}: 1,751

Feeling his leg connectr and the satisfying resistance that followed before Suusao was struck aside Sinthe landed gently on the ball of one foot. Almost dainty in fact. It would be clear to everyone by now who the match favored in the way that Sinthe was not so much fighting, no, even this early he was performing. Not usually one to go in for out and out showing off (displays of force where necessary, sure) he’d kind of been taken aback by the crowd reaction that he’d garnered, well that they’d both garnered really. So much so in fact that he was honestly smiling when he saw again the state of his enemy. A palpable hit it seemed.

Suusao had raised a valid point though and if indeed this were to be an education for him then the least that the Anubian could do was answer his questions for him. Otherwise he’d just have been a sadist and he definitely wasn’t that. So while the young warrior elected to indulge in puerile taunts, Sinthe would try to be constructive and feed his hungry mind.

’Not at all, I’m not one of these mewling Earth cats that you call Zoans. In fact I am something far beyond your mortal sphere of experience. You don’t really need to know any more than that.’

It wasn’t like anything the boy could ever say would get to him, he was only a boy after all and Sinthe was fully aware that he was being goaded in to [ressing forward. Sometimes though the best way to counter a trap was to spring it and he’d quickly concluded that such was the case here despite the fluctuation in the boy’s ki. What could he possibly throw at Sinthe that he could not just bat aside?

Shifting his posture slightly, he put his weight on the other leg now and brought his arms forward to cross over his chest. In much the same move he burst forward, but this time at a slightly steeper angle and instead of attacking from the sides he came from above, tucking and rolling forward to aim an axe kick towards Suusao’s shoulder. So as well as getting all his own limbs involved systematically it seemed as though he was going to work Suusao over in much the same way but top to bottom.

He was many things to many people, but none could ever accuse him of not being thorough when it came to outpourings of violence.

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WC: 416
Another Basic Melee {5%}: 1,751

The Anubian let out a low growl as his heel cracked the ring’s surface, splintering it with a spider web of cracks all across the tile’s surface. So that was what he’d been doing, he thought, as Suusao’s fist closed on him. His head snapped backwards as the blow connected but he had braced himself not to be carried up with his opponent, merely taking one shaky step backwards and then another as he tried to reestablish his balance. Though, it was quite strange, the impact.

’Hm. Doesn’t hurt at all,’ he observed before lowering his chin and glaring at Suusao again. ’A fair effort nonetheless. You used your ki to activate your muscles and move faster like that isn’t that right. It does make you quite a lot faster, but your blows on the other hand, they have almost no force at all.’ Finally he unfolded his arms, letting them drop to his sides, it was a simple gesture given quite a more sinister connotation in the context of their fight. Perhaps now Sinthe was ready to fight for real. ’Is this what passes for warriors in this age?’

It seemed like he was asking of no one in particular seeing as how he wasn’t about to give Suusao the chance to answer. Rather than shoot straight for him this time though and risk another easy counterattack Sinthe zig-zagged across the ring toward his opponent looking to catch him off guard. As well as this instead of committing to a single strike he unleashed a flurry of kicks as he came close to keep Suusao on the defensive before he then rained punches on him as well, seeking to keep him backing up and unable to launch an assault of his own. He’d continue to alternate in this pattern each time he paused his attack, looking to catch his opponent unawares.

From what he’d seen of him however, Sinthe didn’t expect that he’d just stand there and get hit, he was playing the defensive game after all, the trick was to work him around the rung, back him up to an edge or better yet a corner where he could not easily run away. Even if he tried to fly his way out that was something Sinthe was prepared for, if they happened to spill out of the ring then it would be all the easier to throw him out.

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WC: 401
More Melee: 1,751

Sinthe’s plan appeared as though it was going to work, with no real way to mount an attack, to push forward there was little that Suusao could do other than retreat bit by bit, step by step towards the edge of the ring. Standing one’s ground sounded like a good, solid, courageous thing to do but the practicalities of battle were a little harsher than to allow that sort of thinking to bear fruits. Even falling back Suusao occasionally felt the sting of one of Sinthe’s punches, his kicks less so since they were a little slower to wind up, but if he could score just one of them then maybe he could capitalize for a winning move.

As he expected when it came to the possibility of a ring out Suusao elected to try and go over him and he followed just as he’d intended. What he didn’t intend on however was being caught fast by his opponent, who, despite taking one of those kicks Sinthe had thought to depend on, managed to apture both of his arms and hold them fast. Oh he was sure enough that if he applied enough brute force he might break loose easily enough, but he was struck all of a sudden with another much more fun solution. If Suusao wanted to get in close, then they’d get close.

Twisting about in his opponent’s grasp Sinthe managed to seize hold of Suusao’s own forearms just as assuredly as the young hybrid held his own, his claws dug in satisfyingly to the fabric of Suusao’s sleeve and likely as not nicked the flesh beneath. Now straining his muscles Sinthe pulled both their arms in so that they crossed between them and then, dropping them down pulled Suusao sharply towards him, looking to plant a headbutt squarely on his opponent’s nose.

Then with a very likely dazed opponent he would turn into Suusao so that they were back to front and bending at the waist heave the boy over his shoulder, letting him go and hurling him back down to the middle of the ring. He’d wanted to avoid a ring out after all, who was Sinthe to be any less than accommodating? If he hadn’t been a Saiyan, well a partial Saiyan anyway, the Anubian might have been more surprised at the fact he didn’t simply step down to avoid the beating he was now on the wrong end of but at least he didn’t just stand there stubbornly and allow himself to be pulverized.

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WC: 421
Using Melee {1,751} to try and stagger Suusao and throw him back to the ring.

There was something very satisfying about feeling an opponent’s face buckle under the impact of a well placed head butt, something almost primal in it which Sinthe didn’t quite know how to describe. As inelegant a striking technique as it was it was pleasing to him if not the crowd, who gave his subsequent throw a much bigger pop as they watched one of the combatants plummet back down towards terra firma. Honestly he thought that might have been it. His strikes while not explicitly crippling certainly must have been deflating to be on the receiving end of, but it seemed that this young Saiyan lad was not one to just go ahead and roll over either. He found himself going back and forth on the issue in his mind these days, whether or not that stubborn refusal to just stop was something admirable or whether it was as it appeared on its face merely ignorant.

At the very least, he thought, it must make for a decent watch.

Then like a flash something skipped across the periphery of his senses and he found himself staring with wide eyes at Suusao whom he had neglected in favour of his internal debate. His power was rising now, not fluctuating as it had done before, by rising steadily and quickly, exceeding even his own. It was tempting to raise his own power again then and there, but it was all very well and good to summon up this sort of strength, what remained to be seen was if Suusao could maintain it long enough to do anything meaningful.

Whatever the case he was fast now, really fast. Sinthe’s eyes could keep up with him, but just barely. He saw clearly enough that Suusao was about to whip round him and attack from behind, so rather than risk taking the hit he decided to show off his own speed. Suusao’s attack would hit alright, but it would hit only an image the Anubian had left behind, striking clean through before it vanished.

Bobbing and weaving towards the ground at high speeds he would leave two or three more to frustrate any follow up attacks before finally he emerged back down in the ring itself. ’It appears you can fight a little after all,’ he complimented the young man, raising a hand and making a pincer motion with two of his fingers. ’A little,’ he repeated the words in a far less magnanimous tone, highlighting the more insulting part of his back-handed compliment. ’But you’re at your limit now aren’t you? Whereas I…’

Now wrapped in the soft purple glow his his own power again he began to raise his ki, surpassing Suusao yet again but still keeping them on a roughly even keel. As the light faded he would stand at the ready, far more guarded than he had been at any other point in the fight, but still with a sort of relaxed air about him which revealed itself no better than in the way he continued to speak. ’I’m only just beginning to plumb the depths of my power.’

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WC: 518
[ST-1] Afterimage: 100% Dodge
Trans: 25% Power {x5}: 58,393