POWER LEVEL
126,672
Tech Points
14/31
Forms
Oozaru [x10]
Zeni
5,946
Hybrid
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Jul 16, 2024 23:31:49 GMT
Post by Athren on Jul 16, 2024 23:31:49 GMT
He couldn't help but smirk upon hearing her shouting out that the attack was useless. Athren had already known this, Ki barrages very often didn't work but that wasn't the purpose of this and she'd damn well see what the intent was soon enough. Ki barrages weren't for damage in Athren opinion, hell he was a fighter that didn't even like using Ki outside of techniques. He had much preferred being and up and close fighter and exchanging fists. That was the type of fight that he thrived for, the type of fight that fully consumed him and brought his excitement to the highest possible levels.
She had then seemed clueless, asking if he was frightened of her. To this date, Athren had feared nobody. He didn't fear a single fighter he ever went up against. The outcome was based on skill and determination and even when faced with death, Athren stood tall and proud and fought until he couldn't fight anymore. That's just how he was, that's how a saiyan warrior was meant to be. This elite, wasn't anything to fear. Even if she did have an inflated ego simply for being titled an elite.
With his attack now finally on the move, His setup had delivered the outcome he had desired and by the end of his plan and execution, she had been on the back foot. Her armor was damaged, her legs wobbled, she had been battered from head to toe and Athren couldn't help but stand there strongly, proudly. He was a saiyan warrior, he didn't give a shit whether or not he was bleeding heavily, he didn't give a damn whether she was an elite warrior, he was going to keep fighting until he dropped from blood loss.
The smirk on his face grew, as he started pacing towards her now. There had still been time on his clock, hopefully enough time for her to drop unconscious. He wasn't out to kill her but he was out to win. Now that he had revealed himself, there wasn't a big deal with him speaking.
"You actually thought I'd feel fear from the likes of you?"
He crouched down, his right hand extending as he gripped a handful of dirt from the stadium grounds. His right hand immediately went to his wound to pack it. While it wasn't the best option in terms healing the wound, it would help slow the bleeding and in a situation like this. He wanted to maximize time. He packed the wound to the best of his ability with the time he was given. He was going to head over to the healing pods after this, so he wasn't too worried about infection.
"I don't fear anybody."
He said as he took his fighting stance once more. He was still ready to fight, though he did feel just a slight bit dizzy from the blood loss. The cut across his chest wasn't bad but the one in his side would need attention soon. With him back in his fighting stance and the events that had just taken place, the crowd had roared loudly once again. They hadn't been rooting for an individual fighter but both participants had been giving them quite a show and the stakes of this fight seemed to be raising.
If this fight had kept going the way it was, it was likely one of these two were going to drop dead and that had invested the crowd further. This was entertainment at the highest level for the saiyan race. This fight would just have to come to a conclusion to see who'd be the victory.
"Come on then, let's finish this thing."
Word Count: 615 Total Word Count: 5,075
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POWER LEVEL
18,090
Tech Points
1/8
Forms
Oozaru [x10]
Zeni
14,137
Saiyan
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Jul 18, 2024 23:06:39 GMT
Post by Salada on Jul 18, 2024 23:06:39 GMT
Watching Athren pack, of all things, DIRT into his wound got a rough chuckle out of Salada. Now, she wasn't anything resembling a doctor with only slightly more respect for the profession than she did for Earthlings but that... THAT was desperation at work. Despite the brave face he was putting on, despite how boldly he stood his ground, scooping rocks into a gaping wound was probably the biggest sign of "I'm screwed" Salada could think of! ...Then again, looking at the puddle of red that had been steadily expanding around Athren's boots, just about anything to slow the bleeding even a BIT was probably something he needed right now to keep standing. Salada grinned. How long did he have left? A minute? A minute and a half? How long before the minerals in the sand grinding against his exposed flesh dropped him to the ground in agony?
...And what good would his Saiyan blood do him when it was spilling out all over the arena?
"No... You don't do you...?" Salada questioned, eyeing the wounded man. "...That's alright. You'll learn."
...Alright. With the banter all over and done with, now was time for the self assessment. Salada twitched and moved every inch of her body, testing to see if everything worked properly. Shoulder, neck, fingers, wrist... Nothing seemed to be broken in a way that was unusable. Yeah, her right wrist might be a bit stiff... and on fire, but she could still punch with it. Sure, her left leg ached to hell and back, but that wasn't gonna stop her from kicking with it. Most of the damage was internal, though. That punch to the stomach had messed up Salada's guts in ways she didn't even know ere possible. It was almost like she could still feel them decompressing after that punch, having stretched JUST ENOUGH to eat the force of that blow and not tear... but only just. Forget her suggestion to Athren. SHE was going to need that healing tank after this fight.
...That, and maybe skip a meal or two.
"Fine... I guess the first move... IS MINE!" Salada roared, her aura EXPLODING to life all around her! Despite all the damage she'd taken, despite the pain, a Saiyan's greatest strength was at the moment of most weakness, when their bodies bestowed upon them not a gasp, but a final ROAR that surged their bodies full of energy! Salada felt the power COURSE through her like an overcharged battery in a machine, burning the pain away until she felt only the stiffness of her wounded parts. She grinned evilly at Athren as she raised up her hands, forming twin spheres of energy she would then HURL at the man! From there, she would then RUSH after them, chasing the spheres before leaping UP and preforming a spinning roundhouse from above, aiming to SMASH Athren's head into the dirt!
WC: 483 TWC: 5005
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POWER LEVEL
126,672
Tech Points
14/31
Forms
Oozaru [x10]
Zeni
5,946
Hybrid
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Jul 23, 2024 19:21:08 GMT
Post by Athren on Jul 23, 2024 19:21:08 GMT
The dirt was doing it's job and slowing down the bleeding but it was only a matter of time until Athren collapsed and he was well aware of this. His attempt to finish it off quickly didn't quite work out in his favor and while it did some incredible damage and would leave this elite in a state of pain, he had a little more to push if he wanted to take her out of this fight. The crowd had continued to roar and cheer, still not picking a side but purely enjoying the spectacle of the battle. It wasn't often they got to see something so intense and it appeared that this fight had real stakes. Now that Athren had received those deep wounds, there was a chance somebody could actually die here and that drove the crowd even wilder.
While Athren stood there proudly but wounded, he knew that this final clash would likely take him out of the fight. It wasn't that he wasn't willing to continue but his body has been quite hurt from the attacks that he received and the blood loss would render him unable to fight not before long. He was backed into a corner and while it was usually an entertaining place to be, that's when IT would come out. Whether he wanted it to or not.
"Let's finish this.."
He grunted, an echo of pain in his voice as it vibrated through his body as he dug deep and prepared for what was to come. With Sadala roaring and flaring up her energy, Athren did the same. He brought all of it to the surface. Sadala had launched two spheres towards Athren and the first he deflected off into the air and the second had hit him dead in the chest. It blasted him back, knocked the wind out of him even. He slid to a halt only for his ocean blue eyes to glance up and see her coming at him with a powerful roundhouse kick from above. It was aimed right for his head.
It was in this moment that Athren's aura became tinted with a dark shade of purple and his hair had now formed some purple low lights. His power level now increased dramatically, in fact it multiplied by four. The kick had landed right where Sadala had intended it too but instead of forcing Athren into the dirt, it slightly forced his head to turn. As he straightened up and looked back at Sadala his right hand came up up as he pointed it directly towards her chest. With one hand he fired a devastatingly powerful Ki wave towards her chest at a point blank range and he put every ounce of his power and energy into this thing. He was hoping it'd be more than enough to finish her off because at this rate, he wouldn't win. Even with this increased power of this Demonic Presence form, his body was about to fail and he'd collapse to the dirt.
All he could do, was aim for a draw.
Word Count: 513 Total Word Count: 5,588
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POWER LEVEL
18,090
Tech Points
1/8
Forms
Oozaru [x10]
Zeni
14,137
Saiyan
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Jul 23, 2024 22:46:18 GMT
Post by Salada on Jul 23, 2024 22:46:18 GMT
HA! YES! Things were going much better than Salada had expected! Those first two blasts had been only meant as a distraction, something to draw Athren's guard away from the BOOT COMING TO HIS HEAD! The first one did it's job but the second...? That one nailed the Saiyan dead in the chest! Oh, how Salada smiled. Of course she could smell the proverbial (and literal) blood in the water, but moreso, victory was just ONE solid strike away! All she needed to do, she felt, was capitalize on Athren's weakness and poor dirt-packing decision making to secure a HARD FOUGHT and WORTHY victory! It was all coming together in her head, she could see it! Athren's head in the ground, buried up to the neck like an ostrich, Salada standing over him before making the inevitable limping journey to the medical building... It was all in the cards. All she need do... was capitalize!
BAM!
...But no movement. In fact, Salada was pretty sure she felt more pain in her foot than she felt she had dealt into Athren's skull. She paused, eyes wide in utter disbelief as Athren's aura faded into a haunting, ghastly purple. The air turned cold, thick and ominous, the air above the ground growing heavy with a light, unnatural fog. Light seemed to drain away from their surroundings, almost sapped by Athren's new power... and, most of all, his head barely moved from the monstrous blow Salada had delivered. Wh... HOW!? Rage mixed with confusion flashed across her face as Athren rose, brushing her leg aside with the rising of his posture. She couldn't believe this. WHAT EVEN WAS THIS!? This... it didn't feel like anything natural... Even her SCOUTER was going haywire, scanning almost FOUR TIMES his previous output! FOUR!? WHERE DID ALL THIS POWER COME FRO-
... ..... .......!
"You conniving half-blood bastaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-!" Salada SCREAMED as Athren fired a blast.
....And that was it. Salada didn't really register what happened next because THAT was when her body decided to shut down on her. What really DID happen was that she was enveloped in an EVIL purple beam which encompassed her the instant it touched the Elite... then BLASTED HER into the opposite arena wall. In a crater at least a meter deep did Salada lay, completely unconscious, armor completely obliterated save a decent portion of undersuit, her body scorched and steaming from the foul ki Athren had emitted. She lay there dreamless and unconscious, the last favor her body did her before shutting down.
...Except, if Athren looked closely, he would see the faint look of RAGE twisted into Salada's sleeping face.
EXIT....?
WC: 437 TWC: 5442
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POWER LEVEL
126,672
Tech Points
14/31
Forms
Oozaru [x10]
Zeni
5,946
Hybrid
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Jul 24, 2024 19:30:18 GMT
Post by Athren on Jul 24, 2024 19:30:18 GMT
Athren couldn't help but smirk as the smoke and dust settled. His last ditch effort to take her down had worked but it would've come at a heavy cost. As soon as the attack had concluded Athren's transformation had faded away. He couldn't help but think of the words that he had just heard escaping her lips. 'Half-blood'. He didn't even know he was, he just thought he was unique. He was born on Vegeta, raised a saiyan and didn't have any experiences with another race that he could call his own. It was something mumbled from time to time about him but he never took it seriously. Maybe, he was just different? Better? Whatever it was, he couldn't help but be grateful for it.
He glared over at Sadala from the distance, his ocean blue eyes taking in the look on her face. Even from the distance between them Athren could see that she was pissed, her default expression even in her current state had been anger and rage. Meanwhile, Athren couldn't help but be pleased with himself. This thing was over and the crowd had still been roaring, even louder now that this thing had finally come to it's epic conclusion.
Though it had been at this point where Athren's wounds had finally caught up with him and his body had shut down. His body went limp as his eyes closed and he toppled into the dirt with a thud as the collision with the dirt sent up dust around him. This fight was completely over and both of the warriors had now been unable to fight. It wasn't often that this stadium had witnessed a fight end like this but the crowd loved it. It didn't take long for the medical crew to roll out and gather up the fighters either, they didn't want anybody dying if they could help it. The warrior race still needed powerful warriors and it was more often than not the warriors in this arena that were the strongest. They had always been chasing more power, getting stronger and losing them would be a big hit the the New Saiyan Empire.
With Athren's body being collected, they took him to a healing pod once more. Lately, he had been spending far too much time in one of those things but he was out living his life, training and getting far stronger than he was before. He couldn't exactly complain with the way things were going and he knew his power was growing at a rate like it never did before. If he continued to keep this up he'd be rivaling their king in no time. He just couldn't slow down.
As a saiyan, power was something important to him and he wanted to be better than he was the day before. This was in terms of strength, technique and abilities. He would continue to train every single day in order to achieve a new level of power that hadn't been seen by the warrior race but for now, he needed rest.
Word Count: 509 Total Word Count: 6,097
EXIT
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Jul 24, 2024 23:11:06 GMT
Post by Aevi on Jul 24, 2024 23:11:06 GMT
Name: Athren Previous PL: 26,530 PL Gained: 5,853 New PL: 32,383
+2 TP Previous TP: 3/10 New TP: 5/12
Previous Zeni: 7,323 Zeni Gained: 3,678 New Zeni: 11,001
Name: Salada Previous PL: 8,081 PL Gained: 5,224 New PL: 13,305
+1 TP Previous TP: 0/7 New TP: 1/8
Previous Zeni: 6,631 Zeni Gained: 3,918 New Zeni: 10,549
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