Diablo's Challenge (Non DE) {Gouken only}

WC: 289.
PL: 2,442.

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"*Yaaaaaawn!*"

The sound of a tired halfie protruded off from the loud waves of sand crashing against one another. Marks and creations of stone formed and shown. The beating sun high, high in the air. Rays shimmering down and casting a deathly gaze capable of setting man to flames with all the right components in place. His brow free of sweat, yes, as he was uses to dawdling in the blazing heat for hours upon hours. Training with Muten Zetto and learning everything Muten Senshi had to teach was quite the factor in his greatness. Too bad he hadn't realized it and simply believed he was one of the guys. Well, it is what it is. A philosophy that could carry anyone through life. Sniffling even, sweat did not dare peek from the pores of his lightly tinted skin.

A rumbling escaping his stomach. He was sort of hungry. Go figure. He had been walking around for quite some time. It also, had been some time since he last had something to eat. Another rumble left him. His hand rubbing his tummy in small circles to signify this. Shaking his head, he had realized: He was quite literally in the middle of a rocky, desert like terrain. Taking a breath, the male seemed to perk up. Something appeared before him. Gouken staggered back for a moment. His ears twitching carefully. "Huh?" He grunted. A ginger. A ginger-black guy. He never thought he'd see the day. "Test me? Eh, sorry pal." The youngster chuckled and carefully walked around Saki.

Though, he did turn around.

"Actually. Maybe. Yeah, this could deal me somethin' good. Okay, yeah, I like the idea. Square up, bud. Here we go!"

WC: 755.
Charging [A1] Full Powered Energy Wave/Turn 1.

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"Huh?" Gouken raised a brow. This guy was a total weirdo. All he did was agree to fight him and all of sudden he was launched into the fray. Well, what was to be done? Onto the defensive he was. Hitting his stance, the male's legs spread out and his right arm was held back. Left arm downward. Pupils darting from side to side as he viewed each and every single motion made by the devil. Creating something of a light smirk, Gouken watched as Saki brought his leg up and began a volley of kicks. His torso was jerked back, to and fro, down and up, all diagonal directions. No way he was gonna be hit this time around. What was he expecting? For him to be some snot nosed kid who didn't know anything? As if! The hand shot toward him locked onto, the faint glow picked up on. Now, Gouken was no fool. He was sixteen, but knew how to fight. Seeing this, his hand shot up and raised Saki's hand forcibly into the air, the Ki blast firing as a blank and ultimately evaded due to force. Thank god Gouken had taken the time to learn and perfect judo.

"My turn!" The youth exclaimed. Backing away from his foe in the form of a graceful set of backflips. His upper torso bent back and his knees bent as well to allow him much more flexibility and movement. With each full circle made, his feet and hands created tiny tufts of smoke. Dirt colored smoke blown up from the momentum and motion of his hands and boots scraping the ground quickly and easily. A ticking noise. Although, as he quickly landed onto his ffet after covering a good amount of distance from his foe, the male's hands had clasped together and were forcibly separated from one another. A blue sphere sparked betwixt his palms and shaping to a large ball. Building in power and strength. What was he to do? Was he simply going to fire a tremendous beam or was he going to psyche his foe out? Was he, going to fight physically or take advantage of the ranged forces he had access to? Well, the answer laid within the sands of battle. To be uncovered and shown from the ferocious jaws of victory or defeat. But, who was to uncover it? Was victory to be opened by Saki and loss to be divulged in by Gouken? Or, perhaps, versa? Well, the answer lied within fate. And whether or not it was to be taken and held high, high in victory was to be deciphered in time. Action, rather. Yes..



Clasping his hands back together and tearing them apart from one another, energy seemed to seethe out of the male. Clapping his hands together, Gouken seemed to be a bit more energized. Slapping his hand and flicking his wrist about, he hopped from foot to foot playfully. Even if he was to beaten to an inch of his life, or hell, completely decimated within the heat of battle..he'd be accepting and ready. He didn't have a death wish, not by a long shot, but he was definitely a great sport. What came, came. Nothing could be done about that. And it would be unfair of him to totally change the outcome of anything for the sheer fact of the matter, that he'd be called sore and salty for not taking his loss. Now, victory was something he'd take on fair grounds. And just from how quick Saki was, he definitely was on uneven grounds. It may have simply been a sheer stroke of luck that he was so easily telegraphable. Otherwise, it was skill. Perhaps, it wasn't fair of Gouken to take advantage of such a skill. Perhaps! But, form how the playing field seemed to be..it was something that he'd keep to himself. If things got easy, only then would he reveal this flaw. This was not to say that Gouken was free of flaws, however. How weak and naive he was could have easily proven to be his downfall in this battle alone! And he acknowledged it. He knew it, he knew it all too well! Yet, his diligence remained! Battle would ensue in just moments.

"Okay..I'm ready for ya. Bring it on!" Gouken beckoned Saki toward him, his hands still sparking azure. He was ready for nearly anything.

WC: 434.
[A2] FPEW/Turn 2.

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"Guoh!!" The male exclaimed. His hand brought up, shielding his eyes from the violent and rather turbulent wings. Waves and tendrils of splicing currents slashing and slicing at his teenage face. Reddish marks left over and showing with each whip. The Turtle student's marks shown. Crimson red glowing faintly in the shapes of tall triangles on his cheeks and nose. It was fairly easy to tell there was a change of game in this fight. No longer did this punk looking martial artist seem all that friendly. No use in fighting an unfair game. No sir, not today. But, what was to be done? Gouken surely was in over his head. And his self doubt nearly showed in the shape of sweat protruding off of his brow and dribbling down as soon as his foe's transformation ceased.

Although, he watched carefully as Saki seemingly teleport out of fight. Only an inexperienced dip would take to illusionary battle form. Hearing would probably play a massive part in his succession over battle. But, it was obvious. He couldn't react and retaliate without suffering a blow or two.

"Huh? Agh! Guoh! Whoa! Uoh! Eyagh! Oh! Agh! Whoooahoahoah!"

Gouken grunted and gasped with each blow taken in. His spine harmed and his lower region unharmed. No vital muscles were banged up on his butt, so Saki seemed a bit too foolish on that aspect and ultimately was classed as a joke fighter for even assuming there was anything to hurt! As Gouken seemed to stand his ground, he was shoved forward from the machinegun like assault. Trudging forward, the Saiyajin grunted and felt a stinging pain in his back. No matter. It wasn't anything he hadn't felt! Banging his chest once, the Saiyajin hybrid huffed before turning around.

Apparently, fighting at base was a suicidal guarantee. Only way to prevent it was through, well, accessing a form of strength exerted only through raw need and necessity. And now was as good a time as any! Yes! Taking a fighters stance, a charging pose, the male grunted to himself. Kibadachi, his right arm brought back and his left hand clenched to a fist. Trembling beneath himself. "Eeeyah!!" He roared, releasing a great amount of energy. His raven black hair suddenly spiking up. Pulled up, a lá one of his Great Ancestors.


"Powered up!"

Dropping to one of his knees, Gouken pulled his right hand back. Cocking it almost. As if it were a fantastic super powered firearm. And it was. The payoff for this struggle, despite the battle being so early, would be great!

PL: 12,210!
WC: 534.
[A2] FPEW/3.

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Gouken watched with careful eyes as his foe had rushed back into him. How stupid! What an idiot, repeating the same action again. It was kinda humorous, though. How, this man presented himself as cool and unmoving in terms of the heart for battle. Yet, here he was. Being made a fool of by some teenager who knew more than a few styles of martial arts. It was kind of infuriating, though. This man, had been quite boisterous as well. Any respectable martial artist, one with honor and respect, would have kept comments to himself. A volley of fists had come to bang into Gouken's chest. This must have been deja vu. Or, another possibility, his foe was just bland. Repetitive. Unable to perform new techniques. Incapable of showing or bringing new elements to the table. Slashes coming to the male's simple dogi. Some type of shove following it. No dice. "No." Gouken grunted. Refusing to budge. He'd really learn from this experienced. He should have been getting his ass kicked right now! If he were any other fighter! However..there was a keyword within that sentence, that thought. Other. Gouken was a Saiyan. His mother had passed that gene and race down through his father. He'd thank them for that. His ears had pricked. Watching as Saki snapped out yet again, funnily, and reappeared on his six. "You're easy." He commented. Ducking, watching as Saki bicycle kicked right over him like a flying fool.

"I didn't know donkey's could fly." He said slyly. "You're being tested? Pal, you said I was being tested. Talk about being a whiny little baby! Hah! Make up your mind, freak. You're being banged up by some punk teen, and I haven't even laid a finger on you. It's sad. Stop fighting. If I were you, I would have quit a long time ago," He shook his head as he stood back up fully. "Or, bring something new to the table. Because, you're bland. You're transformed and you're still being avoided by a kid. You're the first guy to ever make me bored. Seriously, usually Im so excited, but, you..you're like a character in a game set to the easiest difficulty. Hmph. All this talking ought' get me roughed up, huh? Yeah, now I'm excited! Okay! C'mon, make me sweat!" Gouken taunted and jeered at Saki. Shifting to thought, Gouken smiled coyly.

"Keep telegraphing you're attacks, loser. You're making this way easier."

Hopping into Gekirinken; A counter stance. Characterized by how Gouken's back faced the forefront whilst his legs crossed behind one another and his heels were lifted. Ring fingers brought down while his other four were held at a low degree. Any attack brought on by his rubbish foe would be readied and a strategy would be devised with almost the utmost ease. Hell, perhaps a wake up Shoryuken would be all that was needed to fall this man. Not like any other blow would do more damage, considering the odds. Hell, Gouken easily could defeat this guy at that very moment. Oh, how luxurious victory would be. But, battle would be the only way to reveal the end.

WC: 338.
[A2] FPEW/Turn 4.
[A2] Full Powered Energy Wave unleashed.
[A2] Full Powered Energy Wave charged for 4 turns plus an extra charge added by use of one stamina point.
[A2] Pull Powered Energy Wave damage: 30,525.
Stamina: 0/3.

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"Too late." Gouken commented. Feeling the brisk breeze of projected air slice his cheek. A sly, dirt eating smirk lining his lips as he quickly darted into the heavens above. Saki surely didn't think his plan through. The assessment of this attack: Evade and dart into the sky. The use in this would be simplistic, it would enable the transformed Saiyajin to gain some space and finalize the charging process of his attack. Not only this, but it would also enable him to release the azure blue beam of strength. His latent Ki was to finally be revealed with the turn of events. Potentially, the end of this battle was on the horizon. Such an attack was more than Saki or Gouken, himself. The turnout would resulting a fatigued Gouken, though. So was it worth it? Was punching this overly cliche creep right on the sucker really worth putting himself to the point of fainting? The answer? Yes. Shoving his hands to his side, the Hybrid sealed his lips. Silence was important at this time. It was disrespectful to talk while someone was burning, if you know what he meant. Breathing out through his nostrils, Gouken shoved his hands forward. Hands like claws and the blue sphere he had been charging showing itself at last. A large beam immediately bursting out form his person and darting toward the Earth. It's characteristics great. A blue flame like appearance to it. The strength of ancients channeling through him. Like a flame protruding from an ignited flamethrower, it snapped and crackled greatly. The added amount of energy to the beam showing, as it seemed to intensify greatly. Saki better have had a great defense, because this attack was jam packed. It's size tremendous, covering miles at it's end. "How about this?! Get burnt!"

WC: 120.
Transformation ended.

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"Darn..."

Gouken groaned. Falling back to Earth in reverse. His back facing the ground and a collision made. A large tuft of smoke puffing up and disappearing. The hybrid rising to his feet and dusting himself off. Stretching himself out as Saki seemed to be done toying around with him. About time. It wasn't too likely that Gouken could even continue brawling on like this. Raising his chin to look to the Tiger toting demon man. Listening to him and nodding. Giving a slight salute with two fingers as he trotted away and left the battle zone. Whistling to himself, Gouken huffed. A large yawn issued as he rotated his shoulder and stepped off. Time to recover.