Training Session #1

"Okay. I'm done pissing around, I actually have to make sure I'm on my edge. Cant slack off and keep boning these broads left and right. As much as I'd love to, I can't." Onio spoke aloud to someone. His voice smooth and calm, his hand clasped around the strap of his bag. The conjuration of cloth and fabric bouncing form side to side on the male's back as he walked away form Vegeta City and back into the outlands. Following him, several men he had recruited as well as a good two females from the pub he had previously occupied. Their reason for being with him a simple one, he was in need of some punching bags who could fight back. Shadow boxing was fun and all, but it didn't seem to get the job really done. Not as well as it could be with live meat. Then again, this was simply Onio's combat oriented philosophy. One that many wouldn't pay mind to and pass off as vicious and brutish all together. But, he was a Saiyan. The race known for, obviously, fighting and crushing everything and one's skull beneath fine boots and heels. So, it made sense.

"You boys hear? Once we get to the site, I'm gonna drop my crap and I'll command each of you to come at me in teams, squadrons and singles. If any of you disobey, you won't be going home or anywhere other than into the ground. Am I understood?!" He called out behind him, responses given in hearty grunts and low, gruff calls of agreement. Onip's favored smirk returning yet again. "I knew not all of you were dumb. Obedient? Yeah. Dumb? No." Onio thought to himself, continuing their trek toward his selected plot of battle. Where the magic would happen. Turning his head, Onio gazed over to the crowd behind him. A solid, five men and two women. The selected females for Onio, though. His pleasure and for tending to wounds he'd give to the men he had drafted onto his squadron. "Role call: Kale, Napa, Toma, Pasley, Pumpki!" Onio roared. His calls answered in five separate grunts and returned roars. Each man with their own description of character and being. Something Onio liked in his training subjects: Diversity of power and person. It mean the could adapt and learn new tactics when it came to brawling against new and unseen foes. The scarred hunter clenching his jaw some.

The first of five: Kale. Kale was rather tall, about six two in height. Hair tied in a chonmage, or the samurai's tail. His body broad and powerful, muscle clearly maintained and kept strong on his form. His eyes fierce and powerful, a long nose on him, rather pointed as well. His skin was a tanned olive, as if he was set in the sun for a good amount of time to bake and tan. His armor was similar to Onio's, as he wore a light green bodysuit beneath white and golden armor. On his waist, however, he had hip and a crotch guard. The guard golden and lined in white. Tail wrapped carefully around his waist. A beard decorating this one's chin. Kale was, in fact, a seasoned veteran in the affairs of Planet Vegeta and warfare. This one having his own fair share of victories and losses aplenty. An admirable trait, but the losses outweighing the victories for Onio. For one to be a strong leader, he cannot lose. Not even once.

The second of five: Napa. This one was much, much larger than the rest of the men. Standing at a freakish seven nine feet, he towered over many in terms of size and wideness. Yes, he was also a broad man. However, it was in muscle rather than fat over anything else. As he wore armor, just like all the other warriors, but wore a traditional suit. Lacking a bodysuit, but instead a pair of 'Battle Briefs' and black armor, with golden plating. His lower body guarded by hip and a crotch guard, as well. Napa being known as a Rush Down style Warrior, as he used his great size in his favor to intimidate and take down foes with ease. Napa, in terms of appearance, had a tuft of hair humorously and a powerful jaw and chin.

The third and fourth of five: Toma and Pasley. Toma and his brother are near identical in terms of appearance and power. Both of these young men being in their early twenties, long, spiked hair that reached their waist and brown tails wrapped around their waists. Their bodysuits distinguishing them, however, as Toma wore a crimson, blood red suit whereas Pasley rocked a navy blue bodysuit. Both men wearing black armor on their torso. Their eyes fierce, just as Onio and Kale's were. Scars on their left and right eyes respectively, similar to Onio's on his left. Little known about the two as far as a history, only that they practically shared a life force; If one went down, the other would drop to the ground regardless of stamina.

The fifth of five: Pumpki. The final warrior, Pumpki. This man was quite the monstrosity in terms of strength and appearance together. Stout and wide, gruff looking and somewhat grumpy. Just as, if not more, blood thirsty as Onio. A truly respectable trait that the hunter could get behind. Pumpki wore a 'horse shoe' hair cut, and wore not a bodysuit, similar to Napa. Instead, a black and brown armor and set of guards on his lower body. Pumpki, interestingly, having served in the Saiyan Army as a Major before retiring to complete mercenary jobs along the galaxy.

As Onio lead his selected squadron, he had thought several strategies to himself. How he'd fall these men with his fist, and how he'd make them cower before him in the art of battle and combat. He'd make them shudder and shrivel before him, much like the ways of nature. The way prey would cower and try to escape it's gruesome fate when chased by the hunter and predator. Yes, Onio would tear through these men and send them back to The Bordello from whence they had once come. Shaking his head, the scarred warrior had closed his eyes for a moment before nodding once to himself. The group had crossed into the ancient ruins of the Tuffle Race. Specifically, the large, famed laboratories they had become more than well known for. The lab Onio had chose being extremely spacious. AA facility used for testing captured animal and experimenting. Thus, something akin to an arena.

Dropping his bag, Onio had caused a large thud and forced the ground to quiver beneath his might. Figuratively, anyway. The reason behind this? Well, a set of armor he had picked up form a very nice woman he had encountered to whom he had exchanged currency and service for armor. The group had halted by his command. Onio shouting, "Spread! Devise teams, squads, whatever. Just configure how you're gonna battle. Move!" He roared. Toma and Pasley darting to their own part of the arena. Pumpki and Napa siding in another. Kale deciding to be on his own. Confident in his own strength. All the while, Onio had retrieved the heavy set armor from his bag. His muscle bulging and flexing form the sheer weight of the object alone. It was, incredible to say the least. Placing it to the ground upright, he stood back up properly. His hands coming over the collar of his default armor and literally tearing it off of his person. Leaving him in the black bodysuit momentarily. However, little time was wasted, as he quickly equipped the heavy weighted armor. His shoulders buckling and his teeth grit as he adapt to it's tremendous power. The gain would be extraordinary for toughing this out, he thought. Inhaling and then exhaling, he'd raise his right foot and quickly bring his foot back down. Forcing a loud bang to gain attention.

"I hope you're all set. Whoever is going first, come up." The mohawk toting Hunter stated aloud. His position set and stone like. Unmoving. His head tilted to the side and a fist raised, while the other hand remain by his side. His mohawk lazily hanging off to the side somewhat, blowing gently. Silence falling over the group of fighters. Surprisingly, the two who seemed weakest had come first. Engaging Onio swiftly, Toma and Pasley somersaulting before the hunter. Taking positions, knees bent and back to back. Hands in claws and in battle position. The Saiyajin who recruited them cocking a brow. This was quite interesting. It was as if he was seeing double. No matter, he'd simply humor them and then take them out. Onio hadn't moved. Despite the two stepping up first. His lips curved into a frown, and his eyes had locked onto the two. Giving a nod. Signaling he was ready for them.



In mere moments, the duo had taken off. Initiating their assault on the Hunter. Assailing him with kicks the speed of bullets and with the strength of a thousand, massive ants. Something that seems diminutive, but in all reality is a nightmare. Onio's arms had whipped up. Aiming to defend against the twin's kicks and succeeding partly. His teeth grit and grunts already leaving him, he was only slightly impaired by their tremendous team work. His forearms being battered and smashed by heels and toes, they whipped and snapped all over. From his skull, to his chest to his shoulders and so on. Defending and being pushed back only a little. His heels being dug into the tiled ground and the armor also playing some type of effect due to it's unworldly weight. Only seconds in, and these two were trying him. However, it seemed as though he knew what to do. His selected knowledge and strategy ready to be played out and it was telegraphed, due to a cocky smirk plastered along the young man's lips. Voiced by a grunt, the male shoved his hands out. Knocking the twins off course and confusing them for a moment. As he had successfully opened and pushed them off of his person. Quickly, he snapped his hands onto their ankles. The next set of actions quite gruesome and violent.

His lips grew wider, confirming the grab. In mere moments, he had already begun their end. Instantly, Onio began slamming the twin's onto the ground. Their skulls crashing against the floor and cracks setting in. The men taking turns in going down, Onio abruptly slamming them both down simultaneously before swinging them around in a hurricane like fashion. Releasing them from grip and allowing them to fly through the air and into a wall. The hunter cleaning his hands by dusting them off against each other. His confidence rising further. It only showed how incredible he was, that he could eliminate two opponents in one move. It was, interesting to say the least. Making small circles with his shoulders, he loosened himself back up. Breathing out and nodding for his next opponents to come up.

Pumpki and Napa had came up next. The two standing up and glaring at one another before looking to the man who had taken to fight. Their brows furrowed, where Onio's were cocked and showed curiosity. He wondered why the two brutes weren't immediately rushing him into the ground. Did they actually plan something out? That'd be a first. The two constructs of muscle had nodded at the far smaller male, grunting and stampeding towards him. As if they were elephants, rhinos or some type of massive animal toward their target.



Onio grunted and raised one brow, lowering the other. Staggering back comically and gritting his teeth, his eyes going wide for a moment. Taking in just what was about to happen to him in a few seconds. His pupils had shook in terror, as Pumpki had made it to him first. His fist crashing into the male's gut and causing it to force a bulge on his spine. The Hunter's pupils going white for a moment before regaining their proper blue color. Retracting his fist, Onio had staggered backward, holding the struck zone. He was not awarded breathing time, however, as Napa quickly joined. Smashing his powerful elbow into the young man's spine. Forcing him to hit the deck onto his stomach. His body laid out and aching quite bad despite the armor he was equipped with. Napa swiftly followed up, however, grasping onto Onio's ankles and picking him up. Smashing him onto the ground as if he was a mere toy a number of times. The male's face colliding with the floor a grand total of fifteen times before he was tossed high, high into the air. Body spinning, going up and down the same. Pumpki taking over form there, patiently awaiting the male to come down just at then right point. The stout monstrosity of strength leaping into the air, smashing his knee into Onio's spine. His hands grasping onto the Saiyajin's throat and legs. Applying a grand amount of pressure on his spine. Aiming to scare him into believing his back was to be broken. Onio's eyes shooting open and his lips parting.

"GAAAAAH...HAAAGH!!"

The hunter roared in pain and exasperation. Shaking his head and sticking his tongue out. Pumpki continuing to pull down and pressure his spinal chord. Forcing Onio to roar and scream further in anguish. His lower legs and his upper torso trying to power against the extreme power of the Saiyajin. His pupils had shook and quivered in desperation as he tried harder. Needing to free himself. Napa had watched from the side, awaiting his recruiter to break free and prove just how macho he really was. And Onio was not a man who disappointed. He hospitalized the first two, he could take these as well. The selected two Saiyajin females were tending to Toma and Pasley in a corner of the ring. As if a flash and explosion happened at once, he had broke free. Roaring even louder, primal like noises leaving him and forced Pumpki's grasp to loosen and ultimately release him. Onio jumping out and landing onto his feet. Lurched forward before standing straight and looking back. His back aching like a mother..

Turning all the way around, Onio sneered. Raising his heels and bringing his hands up, fingers pointed down like a jaguars teeth. Bouncing up and down gently, he looked for any weak points that his two brutish opponents exhibited. Biting his lower lip, hard, the Hunter drew blood from his own mouth. Licking it up and tasting his own crimson essence of life. His mission to taste that of the two brutes as well. Lunging forward, he attacked Pumpki primarily. Attacking with his elbows, slashing them against his fat face and cheeks. Literally slicing open the fat and forcing blood to leak. In moments, the slashes had been replaced by a vicious Rising Jaguar. Knocking the warrior into the air. However, Onio didn't bless him with recovery time. Instead, he extended his bent leg upon landing and caught him by the tip of his boot. Slamming him onto the floor and forcing him to bounce back up. The mohawk toting Hunter ending Pumpki's state of consciousness by using yet another Rising Jaguar. This time, his knee slamming into the man a solid three times before he crushed his skull betwixt his knee and elbow. Onio roaring, "YES!" upon impact. Landing, his prey still held in his clutches, he allowed Pumpki to fall. However, not before swiping his cheek with his gloved thumb. Licking the essence that was sampled.

It's taste, hard and rich. Iron and debris fused into one liquid. Onio enjoyed it thoroughly. Licking his lips, the Saiyajin turned attention to Napa.

"You're next," He signaled. Taking his stance once more and aiming to find any weak points. Napa boasting quite a few, interestingly. His knees and chest. Skull and throat. Feet capable of being swept. Onio would need to capitalize on all of that. Lunging into the giant man, Onio dropped to the floor. Sweeping Napa off of his defensive stance and forcing him into the air, albeit only a second of attack entry provided. Utilizing his god given speed to use Rising Jaguar once more. Bringing Napa higher into the air, and thanks to his massive size, he was a greater target. Onio's eyes had gone solid white. His pupils vanished as he became the Hunter he was. Bringing himself back one step, the male's hands danced around one another before snapping out and slashing at Napa's frame. His elbows crushing his collar and armor instantly. Onio weighed down and able to hold his own against the brute. The Hunter roared and grunted as he demolished the larger Saiyajin. His hands brought back, Onio punting Napa high, high into the air. Leaping forward and sitting on his neck. Elbows quickly dug in and out of his collar, smashing every gland possible before being released and allowed to lie down. However, the assault hadn't ended it seemed. Onio finished it off by smashing his foot into Napa's spine. "REST IN PEAAACE!!"

From there, the Hunter backflipped off of his prey and landed on his heel. A large breathe taken and the Saiyajin calming down greatly. His pupils returning and his heart racing and an incredible speed. His brow coated in beads of sweat, almost instantly! Eyebrows twitching wildly as he lowered his foot and walked toward the two nurses. Plopping down beside one, Pira, whom instantly tended to the scarred male. The female dabbing his forehead and cuts and bruises with a wet cloth. The once white rags instantly being flooded and stained in red. Onio breathing somewhat heavily; That sudden shift into some kind of 'Hunter Mode' was tiresome on his body. Pira tending to him quite well, he had to say. Fixing his bruises with ease.



"Up and at 'em. You owe me a match." Kale called to Onio. The men rising to their feet and meeting dead center of the ring. "Those Jaguar tactics aren't going to win, Hunter. Know that now." The Vet warned. Looking Onio dead in his eye and speaking clearly. Something Onio hadn't noticed about Kale's person was the scar on his right eye. Three slashes, likely from the slash of a claw. Onio's eyes narrowing and his feet taking him back a few paces. "What makes you say that? Know what? Save it and fight, I'll find out." Onio responded but quickly changed what he wanted. Taking his stance, right foot planted on the floor, with his heel up and the left foot raised and bent, his hands were held before him. Fingers curled a claw like shape. Kale also taking stance. His similar to Onio's, though his left foot remained closer to the ground. The Vet kicking things off and rushing into the Hunter.



The battle between the two was almost reminiscent of that between a Jaguar and a Tiger. Onio instantly going to attack with his elbows, hoping to slash and form gashes against the man's skin and suit. His blows negated with skill, however. Onio's blows swatted away and guarded with ease. Kale reacting swiftly once a window was freed up, hi fist meeting Onio's chin. "TIGER UPPERCUT!~" The War Vet bellowed, sending Onio into the ceiling, set ablaze. His figure discombobulated and disgruntled sounds exiting the Saiyajin as he come down to the floor. Jumping back to his feet and snarling. "JAGUAR!" The Hunter exclaimed, dashing in low, keeping to the ground and eventually forcing his knee against Kale's gut and then jaw. Following him into the air and then unleashing another series of blows, smashing his fists into the male's jaw. A jab hitting the center of the Vet's forehead, sending him into a dazed state. Onio releasing him form his clutches and landing. Yet another flawless victory. Walking himself back to the nurses, he sat down and rested. Clearly drained and unable to continue; He did slay all of his training/meat bags. He deserved this.