Moving to the past [Open]

Resting in his cell for the evening still Komatsu had been gathering his energy waiting for the chance to get the jump on the Oni's still guarding him. Good thing about hell was it gave him constant time to learn and keep getting stronger. It was a dangerous thing for spirits that refused to push on and eventually accept the possibility of cleansing ones soul or reincarnation. Warriors just didn't want to let go and all across the galaxy both living and dead knew of saiyan stubbornness after all.  "This sure is boring as shit you know... For strong long living creatures you guys sure do live boring fucking lives." He'd say trying to annoy one of the guards and luckily after wearing the oni's patients thin for the past few hours this wasn't exactly a hard feat to accomplish. 

Wherever mar was at the time  he'd likely have heard the explosion. The energy waves blasting out not far near the holding cells as several dark spirits escaped their temporary holding. Cell doors blown off and one laying on top of a knocked out Oni courtesy of Komatsu. Komatsu himself knocking out a couple of them and watching the others try and chase after other more exotic prisoners that had seize the chance Komatsu had only taken for a bit of fun. The man laughing as he sat at the table the guards had been at earlier near their stations before needing to take care of this mess he stirred up. Komatsu drinking from their cups of ale and eating their lunches with all the gusto one might expect of a siayan warrior of times long past. "These guys are jokes. Give enough time and they don't cheaply rush you in groups they just turn into chumps. If only there was  a real challenge down here..." Stomping his foot down on a nearby Oni near the table that groaned then kicking him in the jaw knocking him back up without even needing to rise from the lunch table. "Ah ah ah... Not yet dickhead... Not done eating yet."

"Right, so if I were a Saiyan in hell, where would I be?" the Supreme Kai of the Eastern Galaxy mused a second before the explosion occurred. He slowly turned his head and then pointed a finger in that direction. "That way would probably be the best bet." he said, rolling his eyes and sighing before taking off into the air and flying over there. Once he got there, he raised an eyebrow at the sight in front of him, with the Saiyan who was apparently stealing the Oni's lunches. "Really?" he asked, shaking his head as he descended. "This is what the great warrior Komatsu has been reduced to? Stealing lunches? Its like some bad high school drama here." the Eastern Kaioshin said with a theatrical sigh.

He tilted his head a little as a thought occured to him. "Err, you are Komatsu aren't you? I didn't exactly get a description actually before I came down here." admitted Mar as he scratched his chin before shrugging and going to his full power, such as it was right now. "You and I need to have a little chat, or rather, you and someone who's training with me need to have a chat. Course, I gotta make sure you're on your best behaviour." said Mar before he went straight into what he was beginning to dub 'Saiyan Negotiations' i.e. throwing a set of punches towards Komatsu. He figured that if he could get the Saiyan tired out at least, then he'd be more likely to behave himself if only cus he'd been exhausted. Plus he could use the workout.

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Activating True Power
PL: 619,340

He'd chuckle seeing the strange pointy eared fellow approach and it only lead to a heavier chuckle from Komatsu's part. He'd been down in this pit long enough to realize what his future one way or another. As such he'd lost most his fears and was as much a soldier and saiyan as ever before if not even more bolstered now that  most things couldn't kill him nearly as easily slight of being vaporised he would always heal and come back. An sadly when he'd earned bodies in his rights his saiyan genetics had him growing in power even down here. The ogre's and Oni's only ever winning when getting the drop on him ad others like him. But always losing later to tactics and focused power. 

"Ooooh come all the way down here for little ol me? I seen a few like your sort now and again. Your one of those few that are the like that order around these little guys aren't ya?" He'd say grinding his boot heel briefly on the hand of a nearly unconscious Oni on the ground only a mild groan coming from the action from the pained warrior. Komatsu would snort and stand from his seat waving his hand as if dismissing and intending it to look jokingly insulting or condescending towards the pointy eared fellow. His power was mighty but he'd never attained the greatest transformation of his people. Putting him as a great soldier but compared to others without that leap in strength he was still stuck forever at that point of status and power. "I don't know... I mean why would I want to just come along with you so easily? You people tend to be a little hoity toity for my likes most the time anyway. Wouldn't you be happier using the cleansing machine spiel on some of the more redemption types nearby? Or are you one of those more cutesy noble types? Don't look like much... But please if you have a better offer or wanna give me more then that to go off maybe we can talk a little. Got any good food up there? Is that were your hiding all the pretty saiyans?" He'd say turning his back on the man and pouring from a pitcher on the table another drink and choking it down with disturbing gusto. Oni's ale chocked down as easily as if it was purely water. 

Managing to avoid the blows at first that finally began moments after. Catching a few blows to the ribs though but his palms catching and working to misdirect and aid in veering most blows away at the time. Komatsu smirking a bit and working on a casual withdraw in back peddling veering most blows away and taking a few that guided through. Only stopping after a moment to try and smash a fist towards the pointy ears gut and trying to switch up from back peddling to a  hard offense sending his own flurry of blows as well seeming to enjoy the idea of a little combat. "Kinda spunky aren't ya?"

Mar smirked as the Saiyan talked a lot of trash towards him. Definitely seems like one of the Alliance types. His skills were definitely that of an experienced warrior, despite the sheer difference in their powers this Komatsu was managing to keep up with the Supreme Kai of the East. "Well I'll be honest, I wouldn't be here just to shove your furry arse through the machine, especially since technically you're not one of my domain's denizens." admitted Mar as he traded blows with the Saiyan, swiveling around the gut punch when it was thrown and following up with a series of kicks to meet the Saiyans own blows.

"However, someone who works for me wants to have a chat with you. Someone whom I understand you to have been intimately familiar with. I'll give you a hint. Starts with a T." said the Eastern Supreme Kai before he followed up with a blast of sharp wind from the palm of his hand. He wondered how the Saiyan would try to counter his technique, if he even would. He decided to sweeten the pot for this Saiyan though, just to be certain. "Who knows? You may even get to have a decent shot at a challenge out of it. Can't imagine you get much fun down here from fighting the locals again, and again, and again." the Supreme Kai of the East offered, dangling the proverbial carrot in front of the Saiyan's nose.

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Stamina: 1/3

[VT-1] Kiai: Mar thrusts forward his palm, generating a rush of wind that aims to stop a foe in their tracks
[25% PL Damage / One post Stun]

Kiai PL: 154,835

He'd smirk throwing several clashing of fists aiming to try and strike at the point eared bastard. The kicks were fast but he could almost push them back when he put enough focus answering them with a fist aiming to strike the knees prematurely to knock the kick back or raising hands to block and push back the incoming legs or shins. However hearing his clue to who had asked for this being to retrieve gave him reason to pause in his curiosity. That moment of confusion or speculation and allowing his guard to fall ever so briefly. It had led to a strong blast and gust of wind throwing him back with a heavy thrust. The gust of Ki and energy sending him back skidding on his heels. 

Only able to keep himself on his feet for a few feet of heels cutting into the ground before finally the force lifted him from the ground his encored heels barely even helping to slow him down. His back dragging along the ground. The blast more then knocking the wind out of him and leaving him heavy  in breath and just laying still for several moments. Clearly having the energy and wind knocked clean from him. 

It was only after what dragged on to nearly a full minute did he finally begin to drag himself back up to his feet. A slow process but one he managed to do with some courage and still commendable resolve and posture. "W-what... Are you trying to play some game with me? T? That really slims it fucking down." Arching forward a arm resting on his gut that pained him as he was on one knee but after releasing this and going to stand on his feet. He'd try briefly to surprise the kai and launch a volley of blasts. 

His gun still aching and his back sore from the ground grinding against it moments earlier. He'd be back peddling slowly step by step trying to barrage the man with blast after blast after blast. Frantically wide and in mass droves of energy volleys. "You people always so damn annoying... Makes me angry!" A small line of blood dripping from his lip slowly. The taste present in his mouth lightly invigorating him as well as the smell mildly feeding his lightly injured drive. 

"Slims it down?" asked the Supreme Kai of the East with a raised eyebrow. "Just how many Saiyan girls, who's names start with a T, did you wind up getting pregnant with a son when you were alive?" he asked of the Saiyan warrior, finding himself truly dreading if this man was going to give him an actual number. He was now starting to wonder how common a name Tomoroko actually was amongst the Saiyans. "Would it narrow it down if I mentioned they were under your command at the time?" he asked before the Saiyan unleashed a barrage of ki blasts.

Now, Mar could just respond with his own barrage of blasts to counter the Saiyans, and blow through his attack with their difference in power levels... but given what happened when Saiyans got truly angry and how this one seemed to be right on the verge of that power, the Supreme Kai of the East decided to not push his luck on that particular subject.

Instead he crossed his arms in front of hims body and braced himself. This would also provide a good stamina and endurance workout for him, since no doubt if he were to face Jarvis sometime in the future, the blue haired bastard would pull this same sort of technique. He had to know just how much his body could take under this kind of pressure.

When the barrage eventually stopped, the Eastern Kaioshin would wipe away the dust from his clothes a little before looking up at Komatsu. "Game? Just trying to verify if you are who I think you are. Don't want to wind up bringing the wrong person. I may be Yemma's superior, but even I don't want to get on the wrong side of his yelling. He's got quite the set of lungs on him." the Supreme Kai explained with a shrug.

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Stamina: 2/3