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Rensu's skull rang for a moment. He could feel the whistle in his ear that came from such a brunt attack. If he was a lot weaker and not used to such self inflicted trauma, he'd have had sustained a serious migraine. Lucky for him, he was more than okay with tanking such a feeling in his head. If anything, Rensu was far more satisfied with the impact of his attack. That and the succession that followed the move. He took a breath and smiled, his face that of a happy warrior. Now what remained was to capitalize and continue the advancing battle forward. He had knocked Carva back and seemed to even stagger the bigger male. He watched with caution as Carva recovered on his one leg and tried retorting with a quick kick of sorts.
Rensu's arms whipped up, crossing over one another. Carva was fast but this attack was incredibly uncoordinated and sloppy. The youngster blocked his temporary teacher's attack, his smile now a confident smirk. "Get real, you're not that good," He stated, commenting on Carva's attack and how he had zoned out just a second ago.
<Hrmf. I am as good as I claim to be, Rensu...you just wouldn't know it. How it would kill your pride to know that these weights are hindering my strength. Making me less powerful, giving you a fighting chance.> He thought to himself, a smirk crossing his blood stained lips. Carva's ears were still ringing from the headbutt, and his vision was still blurry as his eyes were burning from the stinging tears brought on by the aim of the headbutt. He wasn't losing...he was training the kid.
As he felt his leg caught by the pureblood, he cursed inwardly for a moment before following up with a swift roundhouse, looking to punish Rensu for his hesitation. He may very well have not been fighting seriously, but he'd be damned if the kid insulted his skill!Wc: 138
"You claim to know the definition of "pain". Allow me to show you it's true meaning!"- Carva
<Bastard. I know youre holding out on me- Carva-sama! But why?! Don't you want me to be stronger?! Better than the last generation- You're generation?!> Rensu snarled at his thought. His arm still tensed and bracing against Carva's limb. Some pain did ring through from the mighty impact. But he was learning so quickly. Like he was beginning to configure Carva's fighting style. He was probably going to fight like him after- or maybe even during this sparring session! His eyes narrowed as Carva moved. He was going to punish Rensu for not being swift enough. Or not retorting quickly enough. Fine, so be it. He was going to show Carva how much of a man and Saiyan he truly was.
He dropped to the ground, planting his feet. His arms dropping to his sides. Subtle movements showed he was standing his ground and wouldn't be moved. He refused to flinch. Like a bolt of lightning, a sound; WHAM! boomed in the training area. Carva's muscular leg landing and smashing into Rensu's cheek. His head fighting back, refusing to be turned. "Gk...urk...is- IS THAT IT?! Give me all you g-got! Carva!" Rensu shouted. Tightening his fists, drawing blood even. It appeared his balls finally dropped. He wanted to show his elder how strong he could be! "Tell me! A-Are you holding back?! Are you?!"[/b] He continued. The older man's leg still against his cheek. It was a wonder how he mustered the inner courage to tank such an attack...
The force of Carva's kick sent a small shock wave rolling over the floor, the chandlier in the mansion jangling, swinging back and forth. Carva's lip curled at the corner and he chuckled a bit. "Well, well, well...look who's balls just dropped. Ya got guts, kid, I'll give you that." He thought to himself as he lowered his leg to the floor, taking his stance once more. <He's got a latent power...I can feel it. His fear seems to be diminished as well. Heh. He took that hit like a trooper, a far cry from when he first sparred.>
Of course, Carva wouldn't say that part out loud. He didn't want the kid to get a big head, and after what he'd learned, rightfully so. Carva had humbled himself a bit, not losing his confidence but thinking more...planning. He cocked a brow as Rensu would practically beg him to show him his full power. <He's seen me at my most powerful, is he crazy?! Kid, don't be stupid...you know I could kill you with a thump...and the Squad Leader would not be happy about that...but...>
Finally, Carva drew his arms down to his sides, spacing his feet apart. The air around him began to waver and grow hotter as he grinned. "I suppose we can take this to the next level, if you wish. You are a true Saiya-jin warrior after all, so allow me to show you the heights of which to aspire to! Now...watch closely." With that statement, the air would begin to waver faster around Carva, who roared. His aura would suddenly explode outward in a brilliant golden flash, eyes becoming solid white, black hair standing on end. "This is only an appetizer, Rensu. Let's see you taste it and then we'll see if you are ready for the main course, yes?"Wc: 312 False Super Saiya-jin Activated: 199,515
"You claim to know the definition of "pain". Allow me to show you it's true meaning!"- Carva
Rensu swallowed hard on his spittle. Taking a heavy breath as Carva lowered his leg. Dropping it and standing tall as he normally did. The lad knew his mentor was a colossus as is, but there was something about the circumstances leading up to this that made him realize just how big he was. Six feet tall. All brawn. And hidden power that he was capable of calling on whenever he damn well pleased. Rensu was outclassed. But he wasn't scared. He wasn't fearful. He wouldn't back down from an opportunity to test himself against a Super Saiyan. Now he just needed to make Carva transformed one or two more times. He wanted to face that form he used against Queen Kinoko. But he would build up to it, surely.
"Right...right, yeah." Rensu agreed. He was a Saiyan. He was a warrior. He was capable and ready to himself against his mentor's first stage. The evolution of a Saiyan was before him and this was his chance to engage a Super Saiyan. Granted, there were some limitations self implemented by Carva. But it was a start. The results of this training would go the mile. Ren knew too well. He tightened his fist and grunted. Sensing as Carva transformed into a False Super Saiyan. His power rocketed into the steady hundred thousands. Damn near two hundred thousand. But not once did Ren think, <Have I bitten off too much to handle..?> rather, he did think, <That's it! Just gotta get to that form I saw...then I can be a Super Saiyan, too!>
Clenching his jaw, Rensu prepared himself for combat. His training was finally beginning to start- For real! He was kind of excited and giddy. But it didn't show on his face. He wouldn't let it. Instead, he'd take a breath. He'd need to compose himself in preparation for the upcoming ass kicking he was about to receive. "Yeah. I get it. Now; Come on, I'm ready!"
<He's got some guts, I'll give him that. How old is this kid again? Twelve? Maybe thirteen?> he thought to himself as yellow flames blazed off of his body, hair standing straight up as if caught in a windstorm. Carva liked Rensu...it was quite refreshing to see because Rensu reminded him so much of himself at his age. Tough, curious, always ready for a fight. It hadn't occurred to Carva before but this particular purebred was just like him as a child. Which actually meant a lot of Carva. <Rensu proves Tarro's point...no matter what amount of Saiya-jin blood I posess, I am a Saiya-jin! That means I an a warrior! Time to show this kid what true power is!>
Being a Saiya-jin meant training your protégé to the fullest extent of your ability. As Rensu shouted out of his preparedness, Carva smirked. "Are ya sure yet ready, kid? Heh...this is gonna hurt!"
The warrior's face went dead serious as his knees bent and he exploded forward. In his current state, his speed would be very hard for Rensu to follow, but Carva held faith that the child would be able to adapt. He'd have to, or else he'd be in a bad way follow a vicious flurry of blurred punches directed all over his form. "No mercy! On your guard!"Wc: 225
"You claim to know the definition of "pain". Allow me to show you it's true meaning!"- Carva
<Damn it Carva. I need to focus, even with the gravity and potential limits he set...he's still way stronger. But I can take you. I can make a dent in this wall of iron. Come on!> Rensu thought as well. His eyes narrowing as Carva stood strong. His power simply surging. His hair raised and standing on its ends. It certainly mirrored his real Super Saiyan form but it just wasn't that. However, this would suffice until Carva felt the kid ready to take it up a notch. Rensu tightened up on his muscles and clenched his jaw. He opted to breath out of his nostrils. His eyes examining Carva. "Yeah, I'm ready! I'll breeze through this, then I wanna see that real golden stuff! Okay Carva?!"
Rensu braced as his mentor rushed in. He watched everything he could, from Carva's knees bending to him bursting forth and assaulting the lad. He felt fists coming in from every direction and needed to figure out a game plan. He couldn't directly counter now could he. Carva was much to fast, but he needed to figure something out if anything. Rensu opted to block and defend. But he could feel his defenses become more and more worn. The boy grit his teeth and waited. His skin becoming more and more battered, wounds opening. With a flash of energy, Rensu retorted. He opened his arms and tried to capture Carva's fists in his hands. If he had just gotten that, he would've gone and pulled the elite in towards him and gone for a second fierce headbutt!Carva
Earthlings would consider this type of training child abuse, but to these two? It was perfect. It was natural. Carva's fists struck the younger warrior's arms at full force, intentionally pushing him backwards across the floor. Carva wouldn't let up. He was beating Rensu's ass not out of hate or anger, but out of pure concern for his skill level. <Tch...you really are a stickler for pain aren't you? You're way too much like me for your own good, kid. But still...you have a long ways to go. This type of power...it comes at a price...> he switched up his attacks to include elbows and knee strikes, much like a mixed martial arts fighter.
Carva growled in frustraton as Rensu covered up. What was he thinking? The older Saiya-jin did not once relent in his lightning quick movements, but deep in the back of his mind...he knew his arms were getting tired. He could feel the tendons in his arms beginning to burn a bit, the increased gravity helping to intensify this feeling. Dried blood caked under his nose and on his lips, swear poured down his forehead. The heat in the chamber was overwhelming...even Carva's breathing seemed a bit labored.
"Damn it Rensu, you're a tough one aren't you?! You want that golden stuff, you're going to have to earn it boy!" A low snarl came from the Self Made Elite as he backed Rensu up...then...he made one simple mistake. His fist exploded forward, and in his mounting exhaustion he ended up striking the metal wall behind Rensu...this would cause Rensu to be able to catch his fist, and Carva would roar in anguish as his forehead was struck, the Saiya-jin stumbling backwards. <Grrrr...Damn that little bastard! He caught me again! Tch...fine...time to kick it up a notch!>
"Heh heh heh..." he chuckled, bruises and cuts on his face. "...you want to see the next step in our evolution, do you? Now Rensu...you must realize that our evolutions may very well be different. Mistress Tomina has taught me this, as she and I both possess Saiya-Jin blood. Yet, her Elemi blood makes her transformations different. Now, allow me to show you my next step."
Super Saiya-jin Devil Form Theme
Carva took a few steps away from Rensu, his aura still blazing and pulsating. It was still a yellow color...not quite as bright as it should have been if he'd taken his transcended form...but then, that yellow aura would flicker and begin to darken. His eyes would begin to flash red as he roared out, his power climbing quickly. If Rensu wanted to get out...now was the time. "Are you sure you want this, Rensu?!"
His voice hadn't changed, which left one to wonder...was he gaining control over the Devil Inside?Wc: 477 SSJ Devil Form Activated: 558,642!
"You claim to know the definition of "pain". Allow me to show you it's true meaning!"- Carva
"Damn it! damn it! damn it!" Rensu swore, feeling his arms become more tired and beaten. His eyes narrowing as Carva continued his horrific assault. He was attacking the boy like he was a feared titan in strength. Rensu appreciated it, in this strange sense. There was something about it that made him feel stronger. His eyes opened widely as Carva threw a fist forth. His head moving quickly and dodging the attack, watching as Carva's fist crashed into the steel wall. He smiled and took mighty satisfaction in landing the intended attack. He could feel some of Carva's blood stain his skin from the impact.
Ren watched Carva retreat. He began talking, asking Rensu if he really wanted to see the next stage in his transformations. The youth breathing heavily and nodding eagerly. He was truly disadvantaged here, but...he liked it. He really did like not having the advantage. It made the fight so much harder. "Let's see it, Carva." Rensu called. His voice lowered as he watched Carva power himself up even more. From one hundred thousand into a fierce five hundred thousand. The lad clenching his jaw and furrowing his brow. The boy nodded again and stepped forward. "Different or not. A Super Saiyan is a Saiyan either way. Now, yeah I'm sure I want this. Let's do it!"
The boy noticed some things about Carva. His eyes being red. His hair still up, as to be expected. But his aura was an off gold. It wasn't the pure color that was exuded by the likes of maybe Nasu or Tarro. Insane. His strength was just insane.
Rensu watched Carva step back. He was giving him a chance to breath. Well that was sweet of him. The boy smiled and shook his head. His knees bending and his arms flexed by his side. His strength trying to flare as best as it could. "Hyaaah!" He shouted out, trying to make himself bigger power wise.
His movements were so quick in this form, but not as fluid as they should be. Carva took some shame in this particular form now that he thought about it. He sneeres, keeping his thoughts to himself. <Tch...I know good and well that as powerful as this form is, I owe it to that freak. I don't really like using it, honestly...but it's a skill that I possess now and I can achieve it as easily as my False Super Saiya-jin...> then, for a moment, Carva seemed to become outwardly conflicted. Inside, another voice would cloud his thoughts like a dark nimbus shadowing a peaceful meadow. <...yet, you didn't complain when you were beating that snake's ass did you? This kid wants to see your true power! Hahaha...that's disrespectful...it's as if he...doesn't respect us. Perhaps you should teach him a lesson? Heck, no one would miss him...if you just...killed him and buried him under your mansion.>
"Grrrr..." what a particularly curious incident this was. There was an inner turmoil going on within the warrior, one which he didn't believe Rensu would be capable of understanding. <I will not kill a comrade...let alone a child. It's obvious to us both that I could obliterate him. You know that as well...hell...who are you anyway? Who are you to tell me what to do? Who to kill? I am Carva!>
<It's a damned pity that you won't do what you're supposed to do. You're a warrior, a Saiya-jin! On your way to being a legendary Super Saiya-jin! You have power yet you refuse to use it?! Tch. What a joke. I knew you were a damned failure...> Outwardly, Carva would begin to tremble with rage as the voice berated him. Rensu would see his aura blaze, and it seemed as if the great warrior was trying to hold himself back, fighting with every fiber of his being. Suddenly...he roared out..."...SHUT UP! Shut up, shut up, shut up!!!"
<Is that anyway to speak to your dear old Uncle? Dumb kid probably thinks you are speaking to him, because Carva...he can't hear me. He can't...see me...> as Carva looked down at the reflective metal beneath his feet, he no longer saw himself...no...he saw a face from the past, one that ignited pure hatred in his blackening heart. The corruption was shadowing him and as he looked up? Rensu...changed form..."....grrrrr....you...you bastard! What the hell are you doing here?! This is between me and the kid!"
The dark sound of Carva's voice was quite alarming. But he no longer saw Rensu ... he saw him as Rubega! "It's time for me to abuse YOU, uncle!" Carva would fly at Rensu as a blur of purple flames, his power massive...terrifying! This time he would attack poor Rensu with every bit of strength he possessed, first aiming for his midsection with his knee and following up with his elbow to the back of his neck.Wc: 507 Rensu
"You claim to know the definition of "pain". Allow me to show you it's true meaning!"- Carva
Rensu watched on as Carva seemed to be thinking aloud. He was standing still but fidgeting and moving in short movements. It was odd, but Rensu rathered let him get it out of his system. However, several red flags were triggered as the elder man was then talking on and loudly to the boy. Or so Rensu believed him to be. He quirked a brow and scowled curiously. What the hell? What was his problem? He was grunting and snarling. Like an animal, Carva was suffering some kind of serious inner battle. But, that was the least of Rensu's worrys as things escalated.
"SHUT UP!"
Ren stepped back with one foot and grit his teeth. He felt a change. In his heart, blood, soul even. Carva wasn't Carva right now, was he? Was this the form he used againsr Kinoko before he got to their battle? Or was this some kind of mutation?! What in the twelve universes was this power held by Carva and why was he using it full throttle against a runt like Rensu?! "What?! Carva?! What's your deal, idiot?! This is a spar, not a- What?! What are you talking about?!" Rensu bellowed as loudly as he could. Questioning Carva's dialogue heavily.
His eyes widened as the elder man referred to him as someone entirely else. Rubega? Who the hell was that? He was Rensu, not Rubega. Maybe he was blind with emotions that he couldn't comprehend and was projecting? Rensu didn't think of that, but it was likely. All the boy could do was register what the hell was about to go down and how to respond. This went from spar to a literal revenge match for Carva on his psyche. And Rensu was the ragdoll chosen. Then again, it was the lads fault for making him power up into this horrific violent form. Not even Super Saiyan made the user's this vile and destructive. This wasn't the average Super Saiyan at all. And neither was Carva's next form after.
<This is it. I'll treat this exactly for what it is; Mission: Subdue Carva and force him to either ascend or descend. Whichever calms him down- Mission start!> Rensu scowled fiercely. His nose scrunching and brows furrowing. Carva was gonna tear him to shreds if he wasn't careful enough.
Rensu watched Carva disappear into a haze of violet as he surged forth. He could feel the fear rising on himself. The hairs on his neck stood, he quaked in his damn boots. But he stood strong. If only Tarro could see this. If only Tomina could see this. Anyone who doubted him and his Saiyan pride. Rensu found himself to have his own motivation. He'd prove he was as mighty. They wouldn't doubt him nor his strength any more. He wouldn't allow it. He refused. "Carva! Come on! I'm waiting for you!" He shouted. Reacting like a flash of light, his knee was brought forth. A horrifying and blood curdling BAM! made upon collision between the youth and his mentors knee. However, Carva's second attack proved successful as his elbow smashed against Rensu's neck.
The boy was sent stumblimg forward. His eyesight leaving him for dead for a few seconds. The black of his pupils drained to a ghostly white before they focused back in. Rensu whipping around to face Carva. He dashed back as far as he could, the gravity chamber now a literal cage. He wouldn't be able to escape. Not even for his own safety, his pride wouldn't permit it. Rather than leave, Rensu thrust his hand out. Ki blasts rushing out like bullets off of a gattling gun. A grand total of fifty fired off. He hoped he'd phase Carva even a bit, but expected him to be either pissed or laugh at his frivolous attempts at combatting a literal demon of a Saiyan.Carva
He knew there was a reason he disliked this particular form. Every time he would take it, every time, the corruption would cloud his judgement. Not to mention the fact that in a certain way, he felt like ... this wasn't his. This wasn't a form he'd come by on his own. The snake woman had cursed him...he just knew it.
Carva was attacking Rensu with every shred of his being, his punches and kicks filled with malicious intent. The truth was, the warrior wasn't seeing his protégé before him. He saw Rubega, his Uncle. He would slam his elbow into the back of Rensu's neck and cause him to stumble forward, then suddenly...he'd stop...he'd become silent.
He looked down at the reflective floor for a moment, his eyes glazing over. The man was in a daze. Why? His red eyes would dart between Rensu and then back to his reflection...back and forth. Carva would growl outwardly, but inwardly? He cursed. <Is this some sort of joke? How are you doing this, Rubega?!>
<How am I doing this? Heh. You should know as well as anyone, Carva. You killed me...you threw my gracious hospitality back in my face. You have to face it...I will always be a part of you, whether you like it or not...you didn't feel it? When you fired off your precious Demon Flash and obliterated me? That warm, fuzzy feeling...my ki, it combined with your's that day...> his Uncle's voice rang out within Carva's fragile mind, the Saiya-jin doing his best not to succumb to it. Outwardly, he was shaking with sheer rage...he was holding himself back, eyes glistening from a pain long ago. But this pain...it was never about Rubega's death.
<You had it comin', you dirty coward. Taking a child's parents from him...then, you kidnap a child? Like I was? Six years old, and you took me around from planet to planet...making me kill! And how did you repay me?! You abused me, you allowed them to ridicule me! What the hell did you expect?!> Carva was indeed acting strangely, his head shaking a bit as he gritted his teeth. But something would be immediately recognizable to his protégé. As he fought this battle with himself, he'd cry out...holding his head. His dull purple aura would begin to flicker between gold and the malefic purple...
Rensu's attacks would speed at Carva, blasting the Saiya-jin warrior over and over. What Rensu likely didn't see was that his hair had begun to flicker blonde, lightning beginning to arc from his body and hit the overhead lights, causing them to explode in a shower of sparks. Suddenly...
<Tch...Rubega, you should know...I defeated you once. Did you think I wouldn't do it again?! You may be a part of me, but I'll be damned if I allow you to control me! My father, he raised a proud Saiya-jin warrior...he raised me! Your influence was merely a stumbling block! Whether you like it or not...I am no Devil...I am a righteous spirit of war!> and with that, Carva's massive Saiya-jin spirit would undoubtedly overpower his Super Saiyan-jin Devil form. His roar shook the heavens as the blasts hit him with full force, and when the smoke cleared...he would stand, in full transcended Super Saiya-jin form...his eyes focused on Rensu.
"You'll have to forgive that little incident, Rensu. Family issues..." he tilted his head to the side, lips curling upward at the corner. "...it's a pity that I must show you the strength of a true Super Saiya-jin...and whoop your ass!!!"Wc: 613 TSSJ PL: 758,157
Rensu swiftly turned around to face Carva. His eyes searching feverishly for the elder Saiyan male and where he stood. The smoke from his multiple Ki blasts was slowly clearing and building a sense of tension and anxiety for the young Saiyan. But, he felt something. Carva's strength. It spiked once again. It ascended another few hundred thousands and left him shy of a million total. However, if sensing him wasnt enough Carva even put forth a flashy show of transforming. The boy watched as the smoke was shoved off and gold sparked angrily about the world around him. Electricity and wonder jolting Rensu's bones. Carva shifted from a violent purple to a powerful gold hue. He transformed again, this time into the form used against Kinoko. He was still inhibiting himself but Rensu was at least facing the form first-hand. He could say he fought a Super Saiyan! Talk about exciting!
Rensu landed on the ground and folded his arms. His head tilted a tad and a smile forming across the young man's lips. A smirk more like. He listened to Carva's trash talk. A shame he'd get his ass whooped? After climbing the mountain just to get a glimpse of this? No way. There was no way in hell he was leaving this chamber without breaking part of Carva's skull and leaving him imprint there. He was gonna earn this man's respect and show him he was more than the average Saiyan as well. His future held more than the standard gold. His heart was too pure to become like Carva. Which meant he had only one outcome left in him. Rensu didn't know it quite yet, but he was destined to ascend- really ascend. Beyond the King's Super Saiyan Three. Beyond Carva's Super Saiyan Devil or potential Legendary Super Saiyan. He'd embody what it meant to become a Super Saiyan. He'd become a True Saiyan. Rensu shot a finger out and waggled it 'no'. "Not a chance. I'm gonna earn my place. My name's gonna be writ in blood on these walls if that's what it takes!" The lad shouted. His smirk growing and remaining.
"Carva!" Rensu repeated, dropping his hand and resuming a fighters stance. "Get ready!" He added. Nodding at the elder before running forth. His desire to close in on Carva and initiate a series of close quarters based combat. It excited him to stand so near to a Super Saiyan. Carva's aura alone could push Rensu away. The radiance of it all qas awe inspiring. But he managed to dive through his unfathomable awe to fight. Rensu was going to need to learn how to ignore things that interested him for later. He'd need contain himself for later. The boy threw himself into his foe. Aiming to shoulder himself against Carva's midsection and attack as savagely as he could. Fist after fist, his strength flooding into his fists. Carva
Carva's gi was now torn, ripped to shreds, his torso showing with scars and all. If you designed a specimen from the ground up it would be the fit, taut body of Carva. His muscle mass had increased a good bit, his biceps like small rocks and just as hard. The change was quite drastic, but the scary thing was...this wasn't even his final form. He smirked as he saw the awe in the eyes of Rensu, a ton of Saiya-jin pride burning in those azure eyes. "All my life...every second, it has lead up to this. Blood, sweat...training every single day, never relenting. Never giving up, fighting back demons...all the while, becoming what I am. Right now, my protégé, I am a living...breathing...machine of destruction." His smirk faded, a deftly serious look coming over his grizzled, handsome feature. "Frighteningly enough, at least for our enemies, this isn't the peak of my power."
His expression remained as cool as ice as he began to walk forward, golden flames liking the air around his body. The most surprising thing was that the man who spent his childhood as a slave showed no worry...no shame whatsoever. He stopped about ten feet from Rensu as the boy waggled a finger at him. Hearing the boy's statement his smirk reappeared. "Oh, really? Funny you should mention your name being writ in blood. You want to earn your place? Fine. But you better realize...surely you do..." the Super Saiya-jin sneered an evil sneer, sharpened canines gleaming in the fluorescent lights. "...I won't make this easy for you."
His eyes focused on Rensu, he was showing the boy the respect that a warrior would show his fellow fighter. His eardrums would vibrate lightly as he listened to the boy's footfalls. As the boy's shoulder struck the man's midsection, he'd tank several fists from the younger Saiya-jin. All the while...Rensu would notice...Carva showed no sign of pain whatsoever.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAA!" with a thunderous cry, the Saiya-jin Elite would flare his aura with incredible vigor. The barrier of his ki would slam into Rensu like a mack truck, sending the boy backward across the floor if he didn't react fast enough. If he didn't react fast enough, he'd slam into the wall at full speed, but of course...Carva was already in hot pursuit of the young Saiya-jin, fist drawn back and poised to follow up.Wc: 408
"You claim to know the definition of "pain". Allow me to show you it's true meaning!"- Carva
The young man's fists were as fast as lightning, or may as well've been. But he noticed something about this attack process. He was landing blows, the thuds and booms of his knuckles creating an impact were signifying it. But it was off. Rensu looked, or glanced rather, at Carva. He wasn't flinching. There was no visual response being given back. This was it. This was why he was so capable of fighting Queen Kinoko with such ease and no fear of having to tap out from pain. Damn him! Ren kept his assault forward, trying to break the barrier of strength between them.
His attack was ceased quickly, as Carva replied with a fierce show of strength. He simply flared his Ki and pushed the youth back. The winds and waves smacked the boy like a pick up truck, pushing him back. He tried his best to dig his heels into the ground, hoping he wouldn't be knocked cold from the impact. "Damn you!" The male grunted. His eyes locked onto Carva as he advanced forward. Fist poised. The youth couldn't just sit back and take it! He dashed forward, aiming to slam his own fist into that of Carva's. Or, exchange attacks one for one. Either or, he wouldn't leave without some serious experience retrieval
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