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The Jaguar's swift feet moved in sync, taking him through the forest characterized by it's rich population and growth of bamboo. His hands held out behind him, fingers curled into palm with the clear exception of his thumbs, index and middle fingers. Mirroring the position of a hunter's paw. The Saiyajin's long, binded and spiked hair whipping furiously behind his cranium. The male's body dodging and hopping form side to side as he moved forward on the Earth. Initially, Onio started all the way from the southern isles and eventually found himself in the bamboo forest of the East. Onio almost interested by the amount of detail Earth boasted when he wasn't in the midst of destroying, pillaging or flattening the ground. The Jaguar King soon jumping into a clearing. The bamboo stocks that circled the discovered clearing forming something of an arena or resting spot. Blinking, Onio tilted his head and rubbed his chin. He wondered about something: What was he going to even do while on Earth? One of his personal missions was finding his kin, and he hadn't even the first clue as to where he'd start looking. This may have been a tad hard for him to do, without a scouter or something along those lines. Onio dropped to the ground, thinking of plans and strategies. Already deep in thought.
Post by King of All on Dec 21, 2015 21:40:03 GMT -5
This was just getting ridiculous... no matter where he went all of the strong power levels he came across were not the one he was looking for... and to make matters worse, they were all stronger than he was! How was he supposed to yell the advisors back on Vegeta that he couldn't retrieve the prince because he was too weak? They would kick his ass for sure, and probably end up locking him away again for being so useless.
"Damn it... I AM strong! I'm going to be the most powerful fighter in the universe... I swear it..." He growled as he flew over a bamboo forest. This whole mission was a waste of his time... he could be training to make himself stronger, instead he had to search for their lost prince... he was just a kid and yet already felt as if he was the babysitter.
Suddenly, Komatsu came to a stop. There was a power level nearby that was stronger than the average Earthlings... there was no way that it could be the prince's though, could it? Not unless he was able to suppress his power level... and if he could, why not hide it completely if he didn't want to be found? He looked around at the forest underneath him, spotting a clearing not too far off and decided to fly over there, coming in for a landing at it's center. What he found there though surprised him. It was a saiyan! one older than himself, but definitely not the prince.
"Hey! You!" Komatsu called out to the saiyan who seemed to be thinking deeply on something.
"Tell me! Who do you serve?" He asked, wondering if this saiyan followed the Empire or if he was one of his fathers men, one that followed the alliance.
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Last Edit: Dec 26, 2015 15:01:14 GMT -5 by King of All
A diminutive boy had come across the Hunter? The last thing he expected was to be found and questioned, especially being as he was inside of a forest that was constituted by bamboo thickets. Raising his chin, the tip of Onio's nose had been picked up from the ground and to the direction in which his fellow Saiyajin was located. Arching his brows, the male rose to his feet. Clearly a good couple of feet taller than the child. The Hunter taking a moment to answer Komatsu. He had to get a good look at him and size him up before he'd answer any questions. It was, important to know his enemy before proceeding. If, this child would even serve to be an adversary. Which, Onio highly doubted. Hell, he found one of his own. Why would he want to fight him? Shrugging his broad shoulders, the young man answered plainly.
"I serve no one. Aside from myself and whoever pays the highest dollar for service," Onio stated. "And, the Saiyan race. Empire or Alliance, my brothers are my brothers." Folding his arms, his eyes looked the young boy over. Long, spiked hair. Only natural. Traditional battle armor. Again: only natural. "I assume you're from Vegeta, kid? You lost or were you assigned this floating rock?" Onio questioned similarly.
Post by King of All on Dec 21, 2015 22:06:11 GMT -5
That was definitely an interesting answer... Not one that he had expected... most saiyans seemed to beat around the bush on the subject of their allegiance until they first knew who he served... and frankly, he wasn't even 100% sure on that, not that it was anyone's business. Then there was the comment about him working for whoever paid the most and that made him roll his eyes. That part sounded so very cliche he could gag.
"Yeh, I'm from Vegeta, and this planet is hardly an assignment any of us could take on. It's because of this rock the Empire is in the state it is." He responded, crossing his arms as his own eyes seemed to size up the bigger man. While he was huge in comparison, the power level he sensed from him was laughable! Here he was, a 13 year old kid able to take on this mountain of a saiyan. That thought definitely inflated his ego, and you could tell by the smirk that crept onto the boys face.
"I'm looking for someone. His name is P... Athren. I'd describe him to you but he looks pretty much like the rest of us." A sigh escaped his lips at that. IT truly would be hard to describe what a saiyan looks like to another saiyan... maybe if he knew of any scars Athren had that might help...
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Last Edit: Dec 26, 2015 15:01:55 GMT -5 by King of All
"I figured as much. You still have your tail, after all. Most of the guys I've seen who weren't on or from Vegeta usually had theirs missing or moved. As far as this place being 'hardly an assignment any of us could take', I haven't met any strong foes around here. So, either I;m clueless or you're just a weak child. And, frankly, I doubt you're all that weak anyway to be here by your lonesome." Onio commented, responding as well. "And you're looking for someone specific? P Athren? You mean Athren." Onio tilted his head to the side a little bit. A couple of degrees to the right. "You're talking about the Silver Tail? What do you need 'em for, Porcupine?" The hunter stepped forward, clenching his fists. It wasn't wise to simply hand out information left and right. Even so, Onio was only putting up a defense. Akin to how an animal would try and intimidate it's attacker when in a corner, Onio stood powerfully. Unable to be swayed lest hit with hard facts or fists. "If it's important, then you should be able to tell me so I can help you." He stated once more.
Blinking, Onio took more internal notes. Porcupine, as Onio affectionately referred to this kid, seemed to be strong. Seeing as he was alone on a supposedly powerful planet. He also seemed to be very, very confident. A trait he and Onio bore in common. Then again, almost all Saiyans were more or less conifdent in their own abilities. Dare he say, too confident. That very sense of arrogance oft their individual downfalls whe in combat with unknown enemies.
Last Edit: Dec 21, 2015 22:26:38 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by King of All on Dec 21, 2015 22:43:46 GMT -5
"You musn't have met any powerful saiyans from the alliance for them not to have tails..." Komatsu noted, raising his eyebrow at the comment. Growing up, most of the saiyans on planet Natto had their tails, unless they were hybrids and were born without them.
"And judging by that statement you can't sense energy can you? There have been several power levels much higher than yours and mine put together... hey!" His statement cut short as the other called him a weak kid. Sure he went on to say that he couldn't be as he was here 'alone', but the notion still pissed him off enough to cause the young boy to snarl at the elder man. Who the hell did he think he was? He was going to kick this guys ass so hard...
"Don't get your under armor in a twist old man. I was sent by his advisers to bring him back to planet Vegeta, or at least to stay by his side until he does return. And I thought you didn't serve the Empire, why would you even consider helping out?" He asked uncertainly, carefully watching Onio as he attempted to intimidate him. Komatsu was far too full of himself to be intimidated by anyone, though he remained cautious, and you could tell by the way he tensed up and his hands closing into fists.
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Last Edit: Dec 26, 2015 15:02:32 GMT -5 by King of All
"Watch the snarl, kid. Don't wanna strain your lungs trying trying to appear intimidating, now do we?" The Saiyajin Hunter smirked, bringing his left hand up and waggling his finger. The upper right of his lip brought up. Truly a smug smile indeed. Pulling his skull to the right further, a loud pop had sounded off twice. Signifying that he was loosening his neck up. His hands brought to his spine and pushing back while he pulled his upper back in reverse, yet another streak of pops made to sound. Blinking, he sighed in content before addressing his diminutive interviewer.
"Several levels higher than mine and yours. Of course, I've only been here for a couple of hours so I can't quite fight everything and one on the planet in seconds, kid. Oh, and, I'd watch my mouth. The porcupine usually scurries away from it's predator." Onio stated, using some kind of symbolism in his words. Making Komatsu to be the tiny spike bearing mammal and himself to be the great king of the jungle. "Anyway, I want to help out of the good of my heart. Really. Not just that, but, it opens more possibilities for me. A greater chance to find stronger enemies, understand?"
Post by King of All on Dec 21, 2015 23:21:23 GMT -5
"I sweat to god I will kill you if you imply I am weak again." Komatsu threatened, his snarl never leaving his lips as his right foot slipped behind his left, taking on a more balanced stand. He raised his left arm and formed a 'gun' with his hands, pointing his index finger at Onio. Of course the gesture would seem ridiculous to most, but he quickly started to charge up an energy attack. A small red orb, roughly the size of a gold ball, appeared before his index finger as he glared at Onio.
He didn't care if the saiyan did offer to help him find the Prince... this was one person he didn't need to take this crap from, and he wouldn't! He was forced to obey the Empire and listen to the taunts of the advisers while unable to retaliate. This guy was free game. It had been too long since he enjoyed beating anything down... he'd love watching this man squirm under his boot as he made him eat his words.
"Turns out I don't like you. So looks like you won't have to go too far to find what you're looking for."
----------------------------------------------- Charging [B1] Rail Gun: A Ki attack that is focused in one of the users hand. A small beam of red energy is focused around the index finger before growing to the size of a tennis ball. This beam is then released and fired in a straight line towards the opponent, leaving a trail of energy in it's wake Word count: 197
Last Edit: Dec 26, 2015 15:03:09 GMT -5 by King of All
"We're playing cops and robbers, are we? Well, alright then officer." Onio only continued to tease and play wit his younger brother in heritage. Raising his hands as Komatsu pointing his finger to him. "Just, let me get comfortable, wont you?" He said, quite vaguely. Pulling his armor off of his chest, the heavy piece of equipment stripped off of his body and dropped onto the ground beneath his feet. A light tremor the likes no regular piece of armor could possibly cause! Feeling much, much more light, Onio bounced form heel to heel. "It's a shame, kid. I wanted to play teams, but if you're gonna need a beating, I'll give it to you. Now.." The Hunter smirked, locking eyes with his tiny aggressor.
"Think like you're in the jungle.~"
In a matter of seconds, Onio had darted back into the bamboo thicket. Disappearing from sight, save the few streaks of black from his bodysuit. His body like a blur and much more flexible, since his heavy weighted armor was officially off of his shoulders. He'd reequip the armor once he weakened this little tyke, however. "Jaga!~" He roared, as he ran circles around the arena, popping back into the clearing and hopefully into Komatsu. He could feel that the Porcupine was powerful, and as much as he'd hate to admit it: stronger than he. So, he'd only hope his Jaguar Kick would allow him to smash his heel into the boy's skull.
----------- Heavy Weights dropped (for now) Attempted: [B1] Jaguar Kick: Onio somersaults forward while whipping his leg forward. The kick causes a slashing shockwave to form along the arc his kicking foot follows.
Post by King of All on Dec 22, 2015 0:14:58 GMT -5
'His power level is rising fast... what kind of armour was that...' Koma thought to himself silently as he kept his eyes on Onio as his power level grew and he began to move about to limber himself up. Where the theatrics really necessary? Maybe he was acting like this to throw him off and catch him off guard... well, he wouldn't let him win one way or another.
As Onio suddenly vanished into the Bamboo forest, Komatsu closed his eyes while taking in a deep breath. He always sucked at relaxing and waiting like his mother had taught him... but as he couldn't see Onio, he needed to rely on his ability to sense his energy, all while maintaining and charging his own attack. As Komatsu remained still, his arm still extended, the tiny orb began to grow in size, having now reached the size of a basket ball.
'Is he really trying to be stealthy... I just told him I could sense his energy... and... did he just yell? Idiot.' Komatsu's eyes snapped open as the sound of the shaking bamboo indicated that the elder saiyan was attacking. He quickly shifted his position, angling himself and turning to face Onio and firing off his Rail gun just as Onio's foot would come down to collide with him.
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Last Edit: Dec 26, 2015 15:03:55 GMT -5 by King of All
A burning sensation had come across Onio's chest as he had toughed out the Rail Gun. So long as his foot had made contact, he was perfectly fine with taking a couple of blows. The King of the Jungle didn't take it's prey by cowering in fear after the first lick, now did it? Grunting rather audibly, Onio had landed with a somersault before stepping back. Examining the preeteen up and down. Looking for openings as best he could. Taking neutral stance, Onio's left foot was by his calf and his fists were raised. Smirking, the Saiyajin Jaguar dashed back forward. This time, attacking head on. His right fist being aimed for Komatsu's jaw and his left aimed for his gut. However, in his typical upfront fighting style, Onio would have attempted to feint the young man by jerking his right fist forward and back, and then follow up with a brutal elbow to his nose. The fury of a jungle's life force infused with the man's spirit at this point. If he was going to talk smack before battle, he was definitely going to prove himself.
Had this normal been successful, the young Hunter would then attempt to go for a horrifyingly vicious hook to Komatsu's ribcage. Following with a fruitful somersault backward into a safer zone. However, he was outnumbered in power here. This powerful kid could easily intercept and have much more combat knowledge than he. But, Onio didn't quite count on that. Not one bit. Perhaps he'd be foolish for not doing so. But, all the same, perhaps he'd be fine for not considering such.
Post by King of All on Dec 22, 2015 15:10:49 GMT -5
As Onio's own attack collided with Komatsu's head, the young boy grunted as he brought his hands up to over the sore spot, hissing lightly as he rubbed the small lump that had appeared there. He glared intensely at Onio, especially once his Rail gun hit and the man seemed to just keep on going like it didn't affect him at all. Then the guy took on this ridiculous looking stance and Koma couldn't help but roll his eyes. He never thought he'd have to use the fighting style his mother had taught him... but he guessed now was as good a time as any to use it. It seemed to be right up this guys alley anyways.
As Onio came charging at him, Komatsu dropped straight down until he was on all fours, avoiding the man's punches as he crouched. This gave the boy a perfect opening as he dug his fingers in the dirt like claws, propelling himself forward like a lion pouncing on it's prey. He aimed to grapple Onio, grabbing him by the waist before his red ki began to glow around him.
"Explosive Wave!" He called out as his energy exploded around him in an attempt to cause some serious point blank damage. ----------------- [B1] Explosive Wave: The user stands charging a lot of ki around their body until it explodes in a crimson red energy sphere around the users body. This technique repels any foes with a weaker power than the user, and damages any foe that comes into contact with the wave.
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Last Edit: Dec 26, 2015 15:04:39 GMT -5 by King of All
The satisfactory feeling of Onio's fist hitting the kid made him smile smugly. Even if it was a kid that he was wailing on, the Jaguar Hunter knew that this child was able to hold his own. Onio's smile, however, was forced to fade after a moment or so. From the combined circumstances of a burning sensation in his chest and stomach as well as the shift in stance that Komatsu took. A more refined, animalistic style of battle it seemed. None the lesser, it was probably just for show. Alas, this battle stance was a form of telegraphing. The spiked child had pounced onto the hunter, grasping him by the waist. Such an action had taken Onio by surprise, but he quickly regained composure and returned to the world of combat. Taking his hands and clasping them onto Komatsu's skull, he began charging his own hands with Ki. His hands rising in temperature, Ki capable of issuing burns and stings leaving his palm. It was the least he could do: After all else, Onio was still taking the power of a Explosive Wave hands on. The young man's skin burning and smoking, his teeth grit and grunts of pain exiting through clenched teeth, his determination was still through the roofs. He was clearly losing energy, but kept trying to crush Komatsu between his hands.
Post by King of All on Dec 22, 2015 20:57:31 GMT -5
Koma felt the expected pressure of Onio's hands on his head. Of course he expected the man to retaliate, but as long as his explosion hit it should cause enough damage to seriously hurt the man. What he didn't expect though was the tightness of the grip holding his head and the sudden burning as Onio channeled his hi into his hands.
"Ahh! Bastard!" The boy gripped before letting go of Onio with his right hand, still holding him as best he could with his left. It would be hard to manoever in this crouched position, but that wasn't what this stance was for. It was about sudden outbursts of power and keeping the enemy close enough to feel them, not maneuverability.
With his now free right hand, Komatsu charged his energy once more... however this time it didn't look like a traditional ki blast. The energy remained inside Komatsu's hand, only the red glow being visible to indicate that he was doing anything. When he clenched his fist, the glow brightened. Komatsu would swing his fist forward into the elder man, aiming just below the line of his armor in a sort of uppercut that would strike at his abdomen. If his punch hit, the energy would be released, causing a massive explosion that would no doubt push the two saiyans away from one another.
With all the pressure he was feeling in his head, he sure as hell hoped it worked... he was running out of energy fast after throwing so many attacks one after another...
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Last Edit: Dec 26, 2015 15:05:20 GMT -5 by King of All
Raising his arm, Onio quickly dropped elbow onto Komatsu's skull once again. Taking this as his chance to shove the ball of spikes off of him and allow himself to obtain some breathing space. Dashing back, Onio took to the bamboo shoots once again. Disappearing in what seemed to a blink of the eye. In fact, Onio even made the struggle to obtain his heavy weights, sliding it right back onto his torso. His body slowed down somewhat significantly thanks to the armor's weight property. Never the less, even with Komatsu's abilities, he believed in his own power enough to hold confidence in each of his moves.
Heavy Weights equipped.
Whipping his hand out to the side, Onio felt a crimson orb formulating in his palm/ The Hunter latching from bamboo stock to bamboo stock. He was charging something. And what he was charging was clearly something incredible and worthwhile. If, he was able to fulfill the charge time and successfully birth the technique in mind.
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