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I don't look to be a hero, because heroes die pointless deaths.
The sun overhead was beating down its harsh light on Suusao, and although its wondrous beauty helped remedy the discomfort, he still sought shade in the arid desert. Unfortunately, it would appear that he was lost; far enough from the main road that at this point the Satan City was no longer in sight. He'd come to Diablo Desert to get away from the city, and to do some training an unusual environment. Despite having plenty of practice with his the control of his Ki, it was this new form he acquired that made it hard on him. It was a nice break from the long streak of training in Turtle School...not that he minded that, but switching things up was good too. After his training, he went for a stroll, and now there he was. He knew he shouldn't have gone that far, especially considering he was highly unfamiliar with this part of the Eastern Lands.
There weren't many obstacles to deal with nor creatures and bandits to slow him, but it wasn't like the boy was in that big a rush. He'd brought snacks and water with him for the trip and was well prepared to survive in this desolate lands for days, if necessary. He continued wandering along in casual strides, taking in the view but also searching for shade, any solace away from the sun.
A lone tree was visible out in the distance, amongst the dunes that rolled along like barren hills, each solitary and monumental in the vast sands, each requiring much effort to climb past. It wasn't an impossible task, though; Yuki-kun had discovered that few things in life were as difficult as they seemed, so long as the person approaching said challenge was determined. He was always a very eager young man, with motivation burning as a natural fuel to his heart pushing him forward to his goals.
A single, unsuppressed light in the dark. He made his way past the dunes and half-collapsed to the ground under the makeshift awning of the small tree's branches, just enough shadow provided to keep him out of direct sunlight. He laid his head against the bark and yawned involuntarily. He licked his lips, and felt the cracked, barren skin. They were clearly chapped, and he reached for his water bottle, taking a grateful gulp and letting out a content sigh. As dismal as it was to be lost in a harsh wasteland, he couldn't help but be happy to be alive. Boy I bet Mrs.H is cooking something good tonight...
In what only felt like minutes as time seemed to accelerate, Suusao watched as the sun touched down on the horizon. It made the sky's warm blues change to blazing orange, and gladly enough, the smoldering heat and violent rays weakened until the area was hospitable, almost comfortable. He stood up, moving out of the shade and staring at the sunset with joyous eyes. He waited for night, when the air was cool and his muscles were relaxed, before scaling the tree and hanging from the thickest branch by his knees. His core tightened as it took on his weight. Closing his eyes as he focused his Ki he forced out the energy from within to manifest.
The boy's eyes turned a shining emerald green, and his body bulked up slightly (similar to when he uses the bulking technique), his hair nearly straightened upwards, and his skin color also appeared to dawn a yellow hue to it. Aside from a light makeover to his appearance due to the unleashing of his power, there was real no considerable change in feature other than a green tint to his hair (due to the reflection of his yellow aura on his blue hair, his hair is not actually red). The great spike in energy could attract someone to his location, but he quickly died it down by suppressing his ki.
The green haired Saiyan placed his hands behind his head and pulled himself up before returning to the previous position and repeating. After 40 of those crunches were completed, he dropped to the ground to begin a few sets of push ups, all the while keeping his breathing steady and his mind clear. The weights that lined his jacket as well as his boots put on a considerable amount of pressure. Though it still was nothing to him after so much time he spent practicing with weights on, and had grown accustom to the challenge he got.
By now the boy had started to bore himself with simple strength training exercise, but at the same time he'd begun to grow weary after such a long journey. Still he was unsure how to return to the Hosokowa home in Satan City. Drowsily the boy plopped down in his previous spot under the tree. Hopefully someone would come along to help him, or he would eventually sense something or someone to put him in the right direction. TWC: 830 Stamina: 3/3 PL: 138,085 (Medium Weights: 69,042) (Ki Suppressed PL: 10,000)
"Dark fur isn't really optimal when going to the desert," Cervez muttered under his breath as he walked one step at a time across the hot sands of Diablo Desert, the Anubian having no problem moving across the dunes, as those that were too much of a bother he simply skipped over with a leap or by pushing it aside with a quick burst of his Ki released with the palm of his hand. Though doing so multiple times was starting to get tiresome, and he was already working a slight sheen of sweat on his temple.
Thankfully he had bought a canonical straw hat to shade his face from most of the unforgiving glare (and heat) that the sun was giving off, it was almost unbearable in its intensity but it wasn't the worst Cervez had ever felt compared to some of the other planets he had visited in his life.
It ranked somewhere in the top ten, though, which was saying something.
The horizon seemed muddled and distorted, and ripples of heat were easily distinguished lifting up from the ground and into the air. It almost felt like looking through a broken mirror, though a puddle of water would be a better way to describe this phenomenon. Optical illusion, or better known as a mirage, was what he was looking at, or so the one to give him the hat told him he'd see a lot off in his trek to the desert.
Supposedly these desert was known for its unforgiving nature, and that any warrior that dared to pass through and try to conquer it either failed spectacularly and were ashamed for the rest of their lives... or died somewhere across the vast field of unending sand as far as the eye could see, either because of the heat or one of the wild animals that dotted these lands. He had wondered briefly how it was that the bodies would be disposed of, his first clue was obviously a hungry wild animal finding the carcass and making short work on it, but after wrenching his foot from a wrong step that almost made him fall into a pile of quicksand, he had to reaccess that thought after that experience.
The sand. The vast amount of sand that stretched across this place hid the bodies of those unfortunate to die upon it under its clutches, never letting them see the sun again and forever condemning their souls to hell for all eternity...
Or so he'd have believed if he was a mere peasant, knowing how life and death worked and what he'd expect on the other side made dying almost... silly, once you stopped to think about it. Obviously, everyone was afraid of dying, it was a completely natural reaction when facing the unknown or your fast-approaching end, but when you know was what waiting on the other side and knowing that perhaps you could escape and get to walk upon the living once again made it all look so, like he thought previous, silly.
Now that didn't mean that he'd go look for his death like a stupid fool, far from it in fact. The other races might not have to fear death too much after knowing what was on the other side, but for the Hakaishin that dotted the galaxy? It was an absolute and utter terror, as if the King of All, Zeno-Oh-sama ever caught wind that one of his God of Destruction died by the hands of another being in the galaxy, he might decide to end the existence of that God of Destruction and make a new one to take its place.
So, really, dying wasn't on Cervez's list any time so, so long as he could help it he'd try to stay alive until his body finally stopped moving or Zeno-Oh-sama assigns another God of Destruction to take his place.
'Then again,' Cervez tilted his head to the side slightly as a random thought struck him, a frown marring his face for a moment. 'It's not like I cannot have a protege of my own and teach them the ways of a God of Destruction, it has happened before in the past,' Though those were few and far between as far as he was aware. After all, to even think about having a protege meant that they were almost on par with the Hakaishin in strength, and not many people could reach that level as they were limited by their puny bodies and not capable of reaching the pantheon of the Gods.
He was so far in his thoughts that before he knew it, the sun was disappearing on the horizon, bathing the skies in many shades of red, pink and orange, and with it the temperature was slowly coming down from sweltering heat to mildly annoying and finally to a slight chill that was welcomed with open arms.
But with its disappearance it also brought a strange occurrence, a great power rising in the distance before it was muted severely, like someone making a damn and only letting a small trickle of water to pass through instead of a raging torrent. "Hmmm..." Lifting the canonical straw hat to have a more clear view in front of him, the Anubian rose an eyeridge at the yellow light that he could see in the distance. "At least someone is using their head," He chuckled under his breath as he made his way towards the light. "Instead of training in this damn heat, they waited for the sun to go down and only then start training."
Minutes passed silently as he walked, the only sounds being the wind shifting across the slowly cooling dunes, the odd call that happened across the desert, and the sound of sand shifting and falling over each other with the wind moving them out of place. Finally, he reached his destination, the purple-furred jackal looking across the field to stare at the male that sat in the shade of a tree. "Training, I presume?" He asked with a drawling tone, for what else the boy would have come to this place but to do so, unless he had become lost on the way here that is.
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It seemed to never fail when he was interrupted by unknown forces in the world, and it seemed like he was a magnet to strange people. Looking up as his senses went haywire feeling a presence coming near, and it wasn't much yet something about this energy level that intrigued him. Despite how much greater his was even with it being suppressed. Despite that he was more interested in finding his way back home, and perhaps they could know the way. Much to his surprise his eyes were greeted with a somewhat familiar face, and his senses sent him on high alert.
The boy quickly got to his feet as the terrible demon Heizen approached him. Of all people I could have attracted why did it have to be him? Why here and now? Suusao prepared for an attack from his opponent that he would easily be able to counter. Yet once when he actually studied this would be Heizen, he noticed that he jumped to the defense much to quickly. The demon shared similar traits with his opponent in the Budokai Tenkaichi, but despite his resemblance he was sure he wasn't them. "Oh sorry about that. You just really look like someone I know." The boy lowered his guard shifting his arms from in front of him, and crossing them across his chest. Propping his body against the rock formation he previously rested upon, and shook his hair freeing sand from his green hair.
"Don't call me kid. Yeah in a way I'm light years away from home." The boy snicerked at this stranger, and chuckling to himself at his own pun. They boy hadn't realized that his transformation was still ongoing, and this was by far his longest time holding it. Though due to him lowering his guard his power level began to slowly rise, from ten thousand to twenty two thousand and onward. It would be fun to intimidate the stranger practically asserting his dominance, but that was should he be challenged by this jackal like creature. "Say just what the hell are you? I've met someone that looks almost like you. Except his fur was blue." The boy started pondering about Heizen's appearance, and the slight differences in this strangers appearance.
His appearance obviously made the boy wary, as he immediately straightened up and took a defensive stance, the Anubian's eyeridge raising in alarm but mostly from barely concealed amusement at the boy's jumpiness, almost like a skittish prey being in the presence of a large predator. The comparison almost made him want to laugh, but he refrained from showing it on his face, though his eyes twinkled with his amusement. "That someone must be a handsome fellow," He drawled with a sarcastic tone, this time a chuckle escaping his throat without his permission, the sound carried a growly tone to it as vibrations coursed through his chest and up his throat.
"Then again, they appear to have left a lasting impression on you, if my similar looking appearance was enough to make you that defensive," Whoever this person was, which was probably another Anubian or a being with jackal-like appearance, he couldn't help but wonder what they had done to the boy to make him that apprehensive at the mere sight of him. He didn't really care that much to find out, as much as he would like to see another Anubian and talk to them about certain matters concerning their stations, he could handle being alone without his brethren for a few more days, perhaps a month if he could stretch it.
Suddenly, the boy's power level began to increase minutely as the seconds ticked by, it rose and rose until it dwarfed his own, yet the Anubian looked calmly back at the boy with his default 'resting bitch face' patched on his features. "As to your question," The corner of his lips twitched as a smirk crossed his face. "How about you beat me and find out the answer for yourself?" The Anubian's stance shifted until he looked ready to attack the voice at any moment. "That is if you're not too traumatized for what this jackal-creature has done to you to attack me," Goad and prod at the enemy until they were annoyed and unable to see much beyond the red that clouded their vision, basic psychological warfare 101.
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Suusao felt a tad bit annoyed with the stranger, and shrugged off the issue as he plopped down. Seemingly letting his guard down as he closed his eyes, and waited for the stranger to leave. He refused to entertain this creature if he chose not to reveal himself, and he remembered what happened last time someone did such. The memory was all to clear recollecting when Sinthe-sama turned him into modern art in the Budokai Tenkaichi. This one wasn't worth the trouble this time, and the boy preferred to rest up since he didn't want to fight. "Say if you're done wasting my time. Do you mind pointing me in the right direction to Satan City." Suusao opened one eye looking up at this mysterious person who'd been looking to pick a fight with the tired green haired half-blood teen.
The absolute nerve of some people who didn't have the decency to simply introduce themselves frustrated the boy so. It was as if no one in the entire universe had any manners, nor proper home training when meeting others. What the world needed were more who would respect one another, but that was an idea for the lot of peacekeepers. Suusao wasn't always violent despite being a young and upcoming fighter in the galaxy, but what bothered him was how some could abuse the powers they'd been given. The boy reopened his eyes expecting to still see the stranger before him, and would roll his eyes ignoring him till he was given what he asked.
Suusao wondered about where Kinko could be, but was much to distracted to focus on finding her ki. The boy was too busy being pressed by this stranger for a fight, all because he wished to know what 'it' was. I need to go home...
They could be itching for a fight one moment, and the next they could be so lazy that they'd even deem you worth their time as they moved along, among many other comparative examples that Cervez could think at the top of his head but weren't worth his time thinking it over too much. The Anubian merely stared at the boy as he addressed him in quite a rude manner, a frown marring his features as he stood straight from his previous defensive stance and addressed the boy with a cold tone. "Perhaps you should take heed of your own words, Human," Because that was what the boy was, he realized a few beats later after he had not seen a tail wrapped around his waist, he guessed that attributed to most of the boy's rudeness.
"I'm not the one that had a glint in his eyes as you powered up, like you were thinking about putting me in my place, which, laughable," It was, because he could easily even up the scales if the boy wanted a go at him, but since he seemed so done with everything at the moment, fighting him would offer no sense of satisfaction for the dark purple-furred jackal.
Crossing his arms over his chest, the Anubian scowled at the blue-haired young man. "Tsk. It seems like my time was wasted here, as I thought I found a warrior but found nothing but an impudent brat," Slowly, Cervez's feet would leave the ground as he levitated slightly, the sand being disturbed in a small circle as he ascended to about one foot off the ground. "Why don't you just fly away and find it yourself, eh? Unless you don't know the art of flying yet," Which considering how many people he had seen that could produce or imitate the ability, it was almost crazy that some people couldn't use this ability at this point.
Tilting his head next, the Anubian smirked derisively at the Saiyan. "Or ask nicely, it wouldn't kill you if you did." Normally, the Anubian would be courteous and polite in almost every encounter he had with the people of Earth, but the boy had been nothing but any of those things from the very start, so he would do the same and show the same courtesy to the boy in return, it would serve him right.
But seeing that this was a Saiyan, and thus very stubborn and bullheaded by nature, he merely sighed harshly through his nose and pointed back to where he came. "Whatever, I don't have time for this. Satan City is about fifty miles or so in that direction, and like I said before, you are a long way from home."
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Suusao seemed to have struck a nerve in this person, shrugging off the attitude behind it's tone of voice. It was as if he was actually irritated by the boy's decline of his fight. Though he wouldn't mind a good spar right about now, but couldn't help his demeanor when he was hungry. Surely an apology was in order a very sincere one. Perhaps if he in fact did choose to fight this stranger then maybe he could learn a few things.
Still his stomach growled as it began to grow restless, Ooh I can feel my stomach trying to kill me... Over the sounds of the young man's howling stomach was the sound of chilling winds carrying sand into the boy's face. The stranger snarled at him for his rude behavior. Yet who was he to talk to in about rude behavior, after all who approaches random people in the desert for a fight, and without any introduction when requested. In fact the boy now no longer felt sorry for his behavior, but was slightly more ticked off when referred to as a human.
The boy's forehead furrowed from the slight irritation brought unto him by this stranger. Who does this bastard think he is talking to me like this! A crooked smile stretched across the boy's lips as he unleashed the restraint he used to suppress his powers. The boy's aura became visible once more illuminating nearly the entire area, and his eyes began to twinkle brighter than the stars themselves. The boy stood before the stranger refastening his headband around his head, and took his stance against the creature. "If it's a fight you want then I won't hold back. You can come at me anyway you want, but I won't assure your safety that I will say. Now come at me and I'll show you what a 'human' can do!"
Suusao would rush forward with great enough speed to leave a slightly large crater behind in the rock. Closing in on his opponent as he cocked his arm back, and prepared to deliver a powerful strike to his torso capable of at least staggering him. If he was able to get his strike through he would quickly switch to the defensive, and guard against a potential counter attack if need be. TWC: 1590 Stamina: 3/3 PL: 138,085 (Medium Weights: 69,042) Basic Melee: 6,904.2
Cervez hid the smirk that wanted to cross his muzzle, his senses blaring in alarm as he felt the boy's aura rising and rising further from his base level, but it seemed like something was holding it back from its true potential, and he couldn't help but wonder what could that be. Perhaps the boy was using weights, as it was a fine way to train the body to grow faster at the cost of lowering your body's potential, though the disadvantage of using weights was that at one point it would stop to be useful, as diminishing returns would set in.
As it stood, the boy was as stronger than he was right now; though that could be easily remedied if Cervez released ten percent of his battle power and took off his heavy weighted chest plate. Which he did so quickly, brushing off the chest plate he was wearing and let his power rise to about ten percent of his latent potential; now both of them were pretty even as it stood.
Or well, Cervez was stronger than the boy at the moment, but their power levels were almost neck and neck, so this should be a fine way to test the boy and see if he got any fighting spirit inside of him.
The boy should feel proud that he'd have to force him to release more of his latent power in order to fight him fair and square, but something told him that the boy would merely gloat if he knew, so he merely stood there silently after having quietly powered up, having long since descended to the ground some minutes ago and merely stared back at his opponent with an eyeridge raised at his statement.
"Foolishly believing that you already have the advantage, while a fine way to anger the common foe..." Cervez's narrowed his eyes as the boy shot forward, aiming a powerful strike to his chest, but before it could connect he quickly dodged by turning sideways and taking a step back, watching as the punch flew by his side harmlessly. "I'm not most people."
Testing the waters, Cervez raised his hand towards the blue-haired boy, bio-electricity coursing through his forearm and down to his wrist as the energy pooled in the open palm of his hand, the one that was currently spread and faced towards the 'human'. Once it reached a crescendo, he let it go free; from his palm, a powerful burst of pressurized air filled with his energy shoot out at speed towards the boy, aimed to hurt him and possibly send him flying with the suddenness of it.
Cervez's PL: HWC OFF! His PL is back at 30,945! (92,835 after releasing 10%(x3) of his True Power!) Stamina: 2/3
Actions: Dodged the strike aimed at his chest (18,567 > 6,904) and retaliated with Repulsive Force!
Technique used:
+[OT1] Repulsive Force -- Cervez holds one or two hands forward or at his sides and releases a powerful shockwave of Ki to deflect or push back attacks and even beings.
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Suusao's eyes widen as he zipped right past his opponent, and it was almost like a blur how quickly his power grew. It wouldn't surprise him that his prey had also concealed his power level, but what sort of thing could have held him back that much. Tempted to remove his own weights the boy decided it'd be best if he showed his own strength without removing his weights. Basically using this opportunity to pummel someone he was slightly beginning to dislike, and get in some more hands on skills training. Now this is my idea of killing two birds with one stone hehe...
Hearing the jackal babble on about how he wasn't the common foe, in which Suusao would respond with a simple eye roll. One thing that annoyed him was people who were all bark no bite. He much preferred those who could put their money where their mouth was. Even though the fight was just beginning, he was already labeling this character as a big talker. Though he'd fallen victim to his poor judgement in others before, he knew it would be wise not to count his opponent out of the fight. At least for now with him having a slight advantage in speed, and thus would cause Suusao to begin assess his other options available to him.
Without much time to think he was of course mislead by his judgement labeling his foe as a talker. Witnessing his opponent still in the turned position of his body. Suusao looked in confusion at the sight of his foe. Looking closer he realized that he'd started to produce some sort of energy within the palm of his hands. Without much time to react himself except by instinct he felt his muscles slightly tense up. While the green haired teen was pretty adept at utilizing the bulking technique on the defensive end, synthesizing his transformation alongside it would be a new experience.
It wasn't everyday a complete stranger force Suusao to come up with new combat methods. With a sly smirk on his face as he stared down the powerful energy blast, and would attempt to intimidate his opponent similar to how he did. The boy's quickly raised his hand at the blast of energy sensing it was powerful enough to hold some type of substance. Yet not strong enough to even cause a scratch on the boy in his current heightened state, and allowed the blast to rest in his palm. Before exerting his own ki against his opponent's attack, and deflected it away erasing it entirely. While victory in this bout would be satisfactory for him, there was something that prevented him from just settling on winning. Suusao would seek to crush not only his opponent's body, but his spirit as well. "Ha! You call that an attack!?! My little sister has more substance in her ki...And she's only nine years old. C'mon I told you...Don't waste my time."
Suusao stared down his opponent preparing for his reaction, and for him to send another attack his way. The spirit cannon took a bit more power than he expected, but the boy stood his ground strong and sturdy. Either way it went the boy could dominate in a long range battle. While close combat could also be optional, but the boy knew he would come out unscathed. Hehe...little does he know...he doesn't stand a chance... The boy taunted his opponent waving his hand beckoning to him in a 'come and get me' fashion, and awaited the demon-like person to make the first move this time. I'm pretty pumped now TWC: 2195 Stamina: 2/3 PL: 55,234/193,319 (With Medium Weights: 27,617/96,660)
[ST-1] Speed Bulking:
The ability to use ones ki to energize the body and move fast and agile at the cost of natural power and strength. [-x3/+x2 No stamina cost, Takes at least 2 turns to deactivate]
[ST-1] Spirit Cannon:
It is a technique where the user affects the air currents around him with ki to produce powerful shock waves in order to knock back their opponent or deflect incoming attacks. [The user is able to Deflect/Block up to 40% of their PL]
Action: Used Spirit Cannon (38,664) to block Repulsive Force (18,567) essentially wiping out the attack.
The Anubian rose an eyeridge at the confident young man before him, not too bothered that his attack was stopped cold like that besides the small twitch at the corner of his lips as it wanted to pull into a frown, but he refrained from showing it to the young man, not really too keen on hearing him blab about having gotten one up on him because of a simple frown. Instead, Cervez merely hummed under his breath, his head tilting slightly to the side as he wondered if he should humor the boy's request.
If he did so, this battle would be over far too quickly, besides, it was always nice to play with your enemy a little, like a fiddle, and only once they thought they had a fighting chance you show them the error of their ways. It was a psychological attack as far as there was one, as you had the chance to crush their hope and spirits in one fell swoop if done correctly.
Sighing under his breath, the Anubian rolled his neck from side to side, hearing the kinks crack as he did a small warm up, rolling his shoulders and then stretching his arms high up in the sky, his palms facing the starry night sky before he stood up straight and looked back at his opponent. 'Fine, if that is your wish, then so be it.'
It was clear that whatever the boy did, his power had incremented a good deal to be able to tank his attack like so, but that power-up didn't seem as natural as the boy's current state, so perhaps it was some sort of bulking technique of some kind? If that was the case, then the boy was about to get a reality check about the downsides of using such a technique without thinking about the consequences of such action.
Putting one foot back and keeping the other forward, the dark-furred jackal tensed his muscles, coiling like a spring ready to kick off, and once he was ready he shoots off at Suusao at speed. Once he was within reach, he proceeded to rain down a barrage of blows upon the human to keep him on his toes, as he wanted to save a little bit of energy before he decided to rain on the boy's parade.
Once he was ready, the boy would have wanted to keep his mouth shut when he demanded Cervez to kick it up a notch.
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Just like he expected from a demon his opponent lunged forward, and came at him with ferocious speed. It was as he expected with the demon coming forward that he would attempt close combat. Watching his lack of fighting discipline the boy thought about how sloppy he must have appeared himself. It was obvious that this man's form was much greater than Suusao's once was. Sending a barrage of fist strikes towards him, but in his mind he was able to see each movement. Right Straight. Left Jab. Right Hook. Left Jab. Dodging each of his attacks with little to no effort, but he was sure it would frustrate him if he couldn't connect.
That was the problem with most who hadn't mastered a form of fighting style, and more often than not they fall into a pattern. Which most enemies are able to identify, but all the while this guy was holding back. Suusao had that gut feeling when he knew someone wasn't giving their all. Lost in his thought he missed a step in the pattern, but still managed to dodge the strike. As he followed through with his strike the boy flew back, and decided it be best to put some space in between. Okay that one was a little too close for comfort. Rather than expend more of his energy again he would instead just play the waiting game. This would allow him to find an opening in his opponents attacks.
The boy could remember when he once thought of the speed bulking technique as useless, but it recent had become an asset to him. With his defensive prowess it almost seemed like this match would be one sided, and he didn't plan on dodging all day at this point in time. Though with his defense heightened he sacrificed most of his offensive power to combat his opponent, and not to mention his weights were a factor as well. If he did remove them however, he just might be able to turn the fight in his favor.
"Alright. I see your finally taking me serious. So I think I'll do the same now." Closing his eyes for a brief moment he began to charge his ki, and allowed it to rage nearly illuminating the area. The boy shone brighter than a lightning storm during dusk, as he removed his jacket he tossing it behind him. It made a soft thud within the sands leaving a good impression in the sand. The boy smirked slyly as he stood before his opponent, and was raring to get back in action. He would show this Demon the true power of a half-blooded warrior. "I don't think I've been completely honest. I'm not your everyday Earthling. In fact I'm not from Earth at all. My name is Suusao Yukimura and I come from Namek. Son of a Former Demon Lord and a Proud Saiyan Warrior." The boy caught himself in a speech instead of preparing for another attack, and was ready for their round two.
Alright no restrictions this time. It's time to go wild! TWC: 2710 Stamina: 3/3 (+1 Restored) Previous PL with Weights: 27,617/96,660 Current PL: 55,234/193,319
Actions: Dodged the Flurry of Attacks (4,646) with Basic Dodging (19,332)
The man's speed was commendable, he could dodge all of his blows with almost no trouble at all, though his steps had faltered for a single moment there, it wasn't enough to break his concentration and let Cervez get a clean hit on the blue-haired young man. Though it was indeed frustrating, Cervez tried to keep a cool head and not let it show on his features, the most that he let it show was a small frown; then again considering his normal default expression was a resting bitch face, that wasn't really saying much about his current mood.
Interesting, how this bulking of some sorts could help Suusao enough to put him some steps above him, perhaps once this battle was over he should try and develop his own bulking technique, yes? It was a thought worth practicing later on once this was over, with him as the winner or as the loser, it didn't really matter that much to the Anubian.
Well, he tried to not let it get to him that much, his crushing defeat against Miss Rukia, the vampiress was still a sore wound that against his better judgment he couldn't help but poke and tear it open further and further once he was let alone with his own thoughts. It was a painful cycle that he seemed to have fallen under some days after the battle, and for the life of him, he couldn't seem to move past it!
Once he regained some of his strength, he was sure to come back and challenge the Vampire girl for a rematch, his pride allowed for nothing else if at least show the girl that he had improved back from his pitiful self!
But first, he needed to deal with his young man before him, he could worry about retribution and his wounded pride later.
As their battle came to a halt for a few moments, the boy chose that time to finally sort of introduce himself, earning a raised eyeridge from the Anubian. 'So his name is Suusao Yukimura, the offspring of a Saiyan and a Demon Lord, eh? I wonder what he was doing all the way on Namek, though, that is a long way from Planet Natto or Vegeta, and an entirely different realm from the Demon World.' Mulling over that thought for a few seconds, the Anubian shrugged his shoulders internally as he pushed that train of thought to the side to peruse for later. 'As interesting as that is, not really something I should be focusing on right now.'
Indeed, for as the boy introduced himself, that also merited his own introduction. So standing straight and with his hands behind his back, he returned the action in kind. "Greetings, Suusao Yukimura. The name is Cervez, I am an Anubian. It's nice to make your acquaintance," He didn't reveal exactly what an Anubian truly was, as the boy didn't necessarily ask that, so he didn't deem it necessary to divulge that information.
One step at a time, he began to close the distance between them, and yet he didn't stop speaking as he did so. "I must admit, however, this bulked state of yours has me curious," His voice suddenly turned coy, a smirk gracing his features. "For how long can you keep that up, I wonder?" Suddenly, at the midway point, Cervez stopped moving and languidly raised his right hand, his index finger extended forward and pointing at Suusao's direction. At the tip of his finger, a small ball of Ki began to gather energy as he got ready to unleash it on the boy, and after a few moments, it was ready to take off.
Like a bullet, the finger beam shot out from his finger tip and raced towards Suusao with the intention to slam and explode across his chest!
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about Suusao
I don't look to be a hero, because heroes die pointless deaths.
Admittedly the boy impressed even himself at how well he was managing against Cervez, but now something else intrigued him at this moment. What exactly was an Anubian he'd never heard of such a species, but he did know somebody who possibly did. Kuuyomi his little sister on Namek was even more knowledgeable than Kinko. That was when the boy thought about the two could possibly benefit from being around one another. Until he recounted his sisters lack for humility or consideration for others feelings, and it amazed him how she became the way she was. It had been many years since he'd seen her, and perhaps she'd changed right?
Watching his opponent carefully still waiting for his next move, yet now it seemed he only wished to converse now. Questioning his ability to keep up the pace with the tactical Anubian, but he still doubted the young halflings abilities. Still amazed by how well the bulking technique benefited him. Something about this Cervez character reminded him of another person he knew, and his power almost had a similar essence to that of Sinthe-sama. Could it be that Sinthe-sama could also be of the same race as him, but it was strange that Cervez was jackal-like while Sinthe was cat-like. Perhaps their race isn't just simply cat-like, but an array of animal looking beings similar to those found on Earth.
He'd caught himself lost in thought once again once he laid his eyes on Cervez performing a technique, and Suusao had the worst case scenario of Deja Vu. This is exactly how Suusao lost his battle against Sinthe-sama in the Budokai Tenkaichi, and he refused to be bested twice by the same technique. DAMMIT. Instinctively the boy began to charge his ki to it's latent ceiling, with cupped hands he drew his arms to his side. "KA...ME...!" Concentrating his energy into a single point between the palms of his hands.
Within his hands a small bluish-green orb had begun to form, and twirled like a snowglobe within his hands. "HA..ME...!" It was nearly as powerful as his Super Masenko, but the boy didn't have time to gawk and dawdle. It was his first time using the technique outside of battle, and was willing to take a risk in trying it out. Holding the energy between the space of his hands as long as he could, as his opponents beam was beginning to close in on him. The frustration on his face was obvious at the sight of his struggle to hold his energy. It's ready!
"HAAAAAAAAA!" Thrusting his hands forward he shot out a streaming, powerful blue beam of energy. The boy was in good timing with the release of the attack at just the right moment, and felt the resistance met by his opponents overwhelming energy. The clash of beams was bright enough to illuminate the entire area, and caused the skies around them to blacken. The power of the two forces were almost evenly matched, but Suusao managed to keep the upper hand in this bout. TWC: 3220 Stamina: 2/3 Current PL: 55,234/193,319
Actions: Starting a beam struggle between Finger Beam (23,209) and Makyo Powered (x3) Kamehameha (41,425)
[OT-1] Kamehameha:
By drawing his latent ki into the palms of his hands, the user is able to expel an explosive beam of blue-colored ki energy. [Does 25% of Users PL in Damage]
When you were between a rock and a hard place, that's the time when flight or flight mentality kicks in.
He had learned this many times, enough to count them in one hand; the two memories he could recall was when he fought against the Saiyan Warrior Cornatto, who had forced him to release fifty percent of his latent power back then. He had bluffed that he had more power stored within him after Cornatto had won, but immediately declined for a quick rematch when the Saiyan seemed raging for another go, instead telling him that he had business to take care off on Earth, but if they should cross paths again he'd gladly fight the Saiyan Warrior once again.
The second was when he fought against that Vampire girl, Miss Rukia. She had reminded him what it felt like to be weak and helpless against an overwhelming force, and the whole situation after the fact left a horrible aftertaste in his mouth. He was trying desperately not thinking too much about it, but he knew that one of these days he'd have to face the fact that he was weak and not like the godly figure he was hundred of years ago.
But now wasn't the time to let his past experience hold him down from fighting against this Hybrid, they were almost neck and neck so this fight would go to the best warrior.
Their powers clashed between each other. Cervez's Finger Beam versus Suusao's energy beam; what did he call it? The Kamehameha? 'Turtle Destructive Wave, eh?' The fact that the attack had an inkling of Destruction in its name made him amused, but that mirth died a swift death when he realized that his attack was being pushed back by the stronger energy wave, Suusao's attack slowly gaining more and more ground as the seconds passed.
He gritted his teeth, one hand propped on his extended arm and keeping it balance as the blast got even closer, forcing him to make a tactical decision in almost a split second. Either tank the blast head on and give divine retribution to the young man for his insolence, or try and force his blast to win this beam struggle to get back at Suusao.
Coming to a decision, the Anubian stopped feeding energy to his attack, watching with narrowed eyes as Suusao's energy wave cleaved through his technique like paper and struck against him, raising a great explosion of dust and dark smoke that obscured his person and how much the attack might have hurt him.
The smoke clouds hung there, blocking Suusao's vision from seeing Cervez, and thinking strategically, the purple furred Anubian let his power fall down drastically to almost that of a common human earthling. His plan was to suppress his power level to fool Suusao that his attack had done way more damage than what was expected, and with it potentially having taken out Cervez for the remaining of the fight.
Should his gamble work, he'd commence the second part of his plan.
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I don't look to be a hero, because heroes die pointless deaths.
Impressed by even his own skill this may have been the perfect Kamehameha the boy had ever performed. Holding his focus to overcome his opponent's energy as his attack swallowed the smaller energy beam. Gaining ground on Cervez the boy forced his technique through and it was obvious that his power was too much. Watching as Cervez was engulfed by a large explosion created upon impact as most of the sky filled with smoke. Relaxing his muscles he felt slightly relieved by the fact he managed to pull through to the end of this fight, I don't sense his energy anymore? He must have fled the area and used the smoke as a cover maybe. The navy haired teen mulled over the possibility of Cervez escaping, before letting out a sigh of relief, Well he's gone so I suppose that's all that matters.
Descending to the desert floor to retrieve his red jacket, and although he was positive Cervez was gone. He had a gut feeling something was amiss, but wasn't absolutely sure what it was. Although it never dawned upon him that this stranger referred to himself as an Anubian. Something he'd never heard of up until now, but he did hypothesize that Sinthe-sama could also be Anubian. Nobodies energy is the same that is for sure, yet it felt as if they were almost linked in some way. This troubled the boy causing him to lose focus on the world around him, and at this point he'd almost forgotten about going home. It had already gotten much later than what it was previously, and he'd found himself growing ever more tired. Now he preferred to not have engaged Cervez, after receiving this new piece of information.
Dusting off the bright red jacket that managed to get sand in all it's compartments. Slightly frustrated by this he never would understand how these Earthlings could live like this. This sand was by far the only thing on this planet he wished he could do without, but it was only once that the boy needed to cross this desert. That being his arrival on the planet where his pod landed, but by now it must have been covered in sand. Though he was sure he could maybe find it, and it would only take him a couple hours. Readying himself for the journey across the barren wastes, the boy had Cervez to thank for the direction. Attempting to release his Makyo Saiyan transformation, but for some strange reason he was unable to. What the hell?!
Ascending towards the sky now more or less annoyed that he would have to go around with green hair. "This is all that dumb Anubians fault trying to force a fight, but then again I did get baited. Eh I guess nobody to really blame but myself. Dammit. I wonder how long this will take to go away. Mrs.H already throws a fit about my hair when I don't comb it, can't wait to see what she thinks of this." TWC: 3725 Stamina: 3/3 Current PL: 138,085
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