Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2017 18:34:04 GMT -5
"Heheh.." A quiet chuckle escaped Negi. His ears pricking at the sound of his opponent, ordering him to stop. As of he had some kind of dominion over Negi. Even in his weakened state, the man had some serious gusto in him. An impressive, yet dangerous, trait. Alas, that was him. The Saiyans hot glare aimed to penetrate the angry gaze fired at him. Sinthe was untouched and took victory in a physical bout. But, Negi took a psychological victory. As he had successfully forced the Anubian to show his true self. This alone caused Negi to feel all the more proud. His pride fed only further. His head tilted as he was being talked to. Lectured, almost, as Sinthe seemed intent on passing a message of sorts along his way. Negi's small laugh keeping as he heard Sinthe question his look and how he wanted to see one hundred percent power. Negi's fists had dropped from their lifted state. The make trudging towards his armor and putting it back on.
Heavy Weights reacquired and equipped.
Negi grunted as Sinthe neared him. The male standing his ground and remaining an hunched over, yet still defensive, stance. "No one said stop," Negi replied defiantly. A clear grin dancing across his lips. His smile fading as his adversary drew comparison between the two. Eyes remained fixated on Sinthe. Searching for cues and movements that indicated anything special. Nothing was to be found. It seemed he was genuinely curious in himself. The Saiyans eyes narrowed for a moment. "I know that." He spat. "There's a lot stronger than me. But," He grunted and adjusted himself. "That's exactly why I throw my fists into people who may as well be brick walls." He smirked, now. "Toughens my knuckles, toughens my heart." The male seemed pleased with the words that left his lips. Afterwards, the man silenced himself. Listening contently to what the opposition wanted to say. His breathing becoming a bit more stable as time passed.
The mention of a being stronger resonated heavily. The idea excited him rather than struck fear into him. It simply meant more experience awaited him.
Negi's arm shot out, catching the bangle from its airborne state. The gold accessory Sinthe had worn on arm was passed onto him. A consolation prize of some kind. Well, what choice did Negi have other than to accept it. The Saiyan choosing to equip it then, sliding it onto his bicep with relative ease. A fair fit, locking itself into place. Negi clenching his fist and opening it before lifting himself from the ground. "I guess this battles over." He spoke aloud. "Thanks for the math," He chortled. His breath heavy. "Now, I have to go. Til next time." The warrior ended, turning and booming off back to his home.
Exit! PL, please.
Heavy Weights reacquired and equipped.
Negi grunted as Sinthe neared him. The male standing his ground and remaining an hunched over, yet still defensive, stance. "No one said stop," Negi replied defiantly. A clear grin dancing across his lips. His smile fading as his adversary drew comparison between the two. Eyes remained fixated on Sinthe. Searching for cues and movements that indicated anything special. Nothing was to be found. It seemed he was genuinely curious in himself. The Saiyans eyes narrowed for a moment. "I know that." He spat. "There's a lot stronger than me. But," He grunted and adjusted himself. "That's exactly why I throw my fists into people who may as well be brick walls." He smirked, now. "Toughens my knuckles, toughens my heart." The male seemed pleased with the words that left his lips. Afterwards, the man silenced himself. Listening contently to what the opposition wanted to say. His breathing becoming a bit more stable as time passed.
The mention of a being stronger resonated heavily. The idea excited him rather than struck fear into him. It simply meant more experience awaited him.
Negi's arm shot out, catching the bangle from its airborne state. The gold accessory Sinthe had worn on arm was passed onto him. A consolation prize of some kind. Well, what choice did Negi have other than to accept it. The Saiyan choosing to equip it then, sliding it onto his bicep with relative ease. A fair fit, locking itself into place. Negi clenching his fist and opening it before lifting himself from the ground. "I guess this battles over." He spoke aloud. "Thanks for the math," He chortled. His breath heavy. "Now, I have to go. Til next time." The warrior ended, turning and booming off back to his home.
Exit! PL, please.