Post by Carva on Jul 31, 2017 21:19:21 GMT -5
A normal man would be frightened by his own strength at this point, the very ground beneath Carva's feet trembling. He poured his soul into that attack, the desire to win fueling his actions to its fullest extent. His hands burned from the very heat generated from his most powerful attack. The golden beam would collide with the purple one, sending a shock wave rolling over the rocky ground beneath their feet.
Carva gritted his teeth, his golden aura blazing as bright as a tiny sun as his attack pushed back against Tarro's, determination burning in his teal eyes. <Damn it...he's strong. Everything I would expect from an Elite like myself. I don't agree with his methods...confining me being one...but I respect his candor. I cannot lose though! I can't, I won't! If I do, what will they think of me?>
He fought against Tarro, harder and harder...Sparks would fly from their dueling attacks. One moment, his attack would begin to push back Tarro's, the other vice versa. Carva could feel his biceps starting to burn and stretch and his ki would almost ignite his loincloth. White hot ki, anger and pride boiling over from the big man. The sweat pouring off of Carva would drip down and moisten the ground. Finally...Carva was overtaken by the powerful attack, falling backwards onto the ground with a loud THUD!
Silence. Only the wind blew as Carva lay lifeless, his base form overtaking him once again. His eyes were closed, body covered in bruises, blood, and abrasions...pain wracked his body as he laid there, resting for a moment. The battle had turned into a fierce test of wills and this time, Tarro had won...for all intents and purposes Carva should have been seriously injured or dead.
But...suddenly, signs of life would show. First, his eyes would flutter open and he'd begin to stir. He'd not cry out in pain, no. That was not the way of the warrior. Rather Carva would push himself to his feet no matter how much pain he felt...and he'd begin to limp toward Tarro, one arm hanging limply at his side.
Upon reaching Tarro, a tense moment would occur...an awkward silence. Carva would slowly raise his good arm with grin with one eye still closed. He held his hand out to Tarro in a gesture of honor and chuckled weakly. "Tch...you're not that bad for...*cough cough*...for...an ex elite..." he still maintained his Saiya-jin pride...but this time, he showed a bit of respect for his opponent. "...for what it's worth...you've earned my respect."
Wc: 440
Tarro wins, and Carva learns.
Carva gritted his teeth, his golden aura blazing as bright as a tiny sun as his attack pushed back against Tarro's, determination burning in his teal eyes. <Damn it...he's strong. Everything I would expect from an Elite like myself. I don't agree with his methods...confining me being one...but I respect his candor. I cannot lose though! I can't, I won't! If I do, what will they think of me?>
He fought against Tarro, harder and harder...Sparks would fly from their dueling attacks. One moment, his attack would begin to push back Tarro's, the other vice versa. Carva could feel his biceps starting to burn and stretch and his ki would almost ignite his loincloth. White hot ki, anger and pride boiling over from the big man. The sweat pouring off of Carva would drip down and moisten the ground. Finally...Carva was overtaken by the powerful attack, falling backwards onto the ground with a loud THUD!
Silence. Only the wind blew as Carva lay lifeless, his base form overtaking him once again. His eyes were closed, body covered in bruises, blood, and abrasions...pain wracked his body as he laid there, resting for a moment. The battle had turned into a fierce test of wills and this time, Tarro had won...for all intents and purposes Carva should have been seriously injured or dead.
But...suddenly, signs of life would show. First, his eyes would flutter open and he'd begin to stir. He'd not cry out in pain, no. That was not the way of the warrior. Rather Carva would push himself to his feet no matter how much pain he felt...and he'd begin to limp toward Tarro, one arm hanging limply at his side.
Upon reaching Tarro, a tense moment would occur...an awkward silence. Carva would slowly raise his good arm with grin with one eye still closed. He held his hand out to Tarro in a gesture of honor and chuckled weakly. "Tch...you're not that bad for...*cough cough*...for...an ex elite..." he still maintained his Saiya-jin pride...but this time, he showed a bit of respect for his opponent. "...for what it's worth...you've earned my respect."
Wc: 440
Tarro wins, and Carva learns.