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Post by Zeroth on Nov 19, 2016 21:26:08 GMT -5
[Power Level: 500 - Exp: 100 - Dice: 3d26] ( Speech Key: Spoken - Thought)Rain beat down on the short Arcosian as he stood outside his ship. The sky was dark on this day, the air pleasantly cool to the ice demon who'd decided to step foot on Saiyan soil. Most of his kind really didn't have any business on the home world of the Saiya-jin people, but the warrior from Gokkano had -made- it his business. He had his own reasons for being here, other than the mercenary hit he'd been asked to carry out by his benefactors.
Secretly, deep down, Absol had a nagging emotion boiling beneath his cool exterior. It had been so long since the young Arcosian had found himself truly challenged, and this feeling would lead to boredom. But then again...this was the Saiyan home world and though he knew little about the legend he'd come here with a goal in mind. Legends spoke of a legendary warrior feared by his people, but sought out by Absol himself. This warrior was a Saiyan, and was rumored to be insanely powerful. As crazy as it may have been, the ice demon had been seeking out information on this warrior.
He had no idea what this warrior looked like, or anymore than the sparse detail he was given. But he would find this warrior and he would prove himself superior to them. He had to. His pride would not allow otherwise.
Droplets of water slid down his bio armor as he slowly lifted himself into the air, pushing his ki downward. The warrior's mouth remained unseen, but his red eyes narrowed in thought. "Funny...seems as if there are no Saiyans about today. Could have sworn they would be out here, training. My target? Hrmf. I don't sense his power anywhere around here either."
A long, spikey blue tail swished behind the arcosian mercenary as he raised himself a bit higher, closing his eyes. The warrior would cut out the sound of the rain, the feeling of it pelting off of his hardened skin as he sharpened his senses. The truth of the matter was, he was bored and looking for trouble. But as a crafty Arcosian, he knew not to just go bursting into the capital, threatening the saiyan people. He was brave...not stupid.
He sensed a ki nearby, that which felt like the ki of a warrior! Could he have some fun today after all?! Was it his "mark"? It was too weak to be the "legend", from what Absol had gathered...but still, a good fight may loosen him up a bit! His eyes would indicate a sly grin as his crimson aura would flare, and he would jet off in the direction of the mysterious life force. What would he find?
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Tartus
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d41
EXP: 828
Zeni: 768
HP: 53
SP: 10,806
Transformations: Oozaru
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Post by Tartus on Nov 22, 2016 7:29:15 GMT -5
PL: 500, EXP: 100, Dice 3d26
"Faster!" Garban's voice demanded directly into Tartus's ear. This was the very reason the low class Saiyan hadn't been in any rush to repair his old scouter. There was simply no escape from people. Garban, as usual, had been prepared. He personally delivered a new scouter to Tartus's dilapidated apartment, along with a threat of the consequences, should he choose not to wear it. From then on Tartus was awoke early each morning by sound of Garban's voice. Although many Saiyan women would be thrilled at the prospect, Tartus couldn't think of anything worse. Occasionally Tartus didn't reply to his morning alarm, either because he couldn't face the thought of speaking to Garban, or more than likely, because he was too inebriated to be roused from his slumber. Each time Garban decended on Tartus within minutes, pulling the low class Saiyan from his bed before offering "motivation" to begin training. No matter what Tartus tried, whenever he went against Garban's orders, he was made to suffer. Yet as much as the low class would hate to admit it, Garban's training regime was making a difference. Tartus hadn't realised quite how rusty he had gotten from years of neglecting himself. The training had made it painfully obvious, whilst also begining to make strides to remedy the problem. Of course he still had a long way to go, the effectiveness of his training was limited by the effects of his alcohol abuse. As much as he hated the training, Tartus couldn't help but look forward to becoming strong enough to get his revenge on Garban. The rain soaked screen on Tartus's scouter suddenly came to life, indicating a unusual power level nearby. Whoever it was, they seemed to be homing in on Tartus location. "It seems you have a little company Tartus" Garban's voice once again blurted from the scouters earpiece. The aging Saiyan stopped in his tracks, his training would have to wait for now. The rain continued to beat down on Tartus, every inch of the man was soaked through. A chill ran down his spine, without excercise to keep him warm, his body slowly begining to cool under the barrage from above. Eventually the power signal came into visual range, a strange white coloured creature flying overhead. It seemed as though alien's were becoming more and more common on the typically xenophobic Saiyan home world. Maybe this alien was a merchant, a trader coming to sell his wares in this untapped market. If that was the case, maybe he had some drinks with him. Tartus smiled to himself, it was about time he had another drink. Ever since Garban came on the scene, he had been cracking down on Tartus's drinking. It was becoming harder and harder to sneak a drink along to his training sessions, with all his usual tricks being discovered. Today, Tartus had nothing with him, of he had to go any longer the headaches would return. When you though about it, it was actually better for his training. If he could keep the headaches at bay, he could train for longer. When you put it that way, surely Garban couldn't object. Tartus raised a hand up to his scouter, removing it from his ear. With a swing of his arm, the scouter was launched into the distance. Afterall, he couldn't let Garban listen in, just in case he didn't approve of this plan. "Hey you!" The Low Class Siayan shouted towards the flying Arcosian "Do you have any liquor with you? I'm willing to pay double asking price for whatever you have!"
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Post by Zeroth on Nov 22, 2016 22:16:03 GMT -5
The Arcosian mercenary's body was surrounded with a dark red aura as he flew through the sky, in search of a mark that he'd most likely never find. He'd showed up on this planet knowing full well that these Saiyans were Xenophobic. He knew very well that these "filthy monkeys" didn't take too well too those of other species. Deep down? He didn't give a fuck. Upon hearing the gruff voice of the older Saiya-jin in training, Absol stopped in mid-flight above the warrior below him. At first, he had to make sure he heard the man correctly. His eyes narrowed into thin slits, red irises glinting in the light of the sun. His tail slowly swayed behind him for a minute as the man in the Saiyan armor's words sank into his brain. Under the bio armor over his mouth, his lips curled into a smirk. Slowly, the warrior would descend to a spot about ten feet away from the Saiyan, three clawed toes touching the warm grass between them. His horns gleamed as he tilted his head downward, then up...studying the old man. Finally, after collecting himself, he spoke. His voice would be scratchy and deep, possessing a "Holier Than Thou" tone. "I knew "you people" weren't very intelligent, but I never knew that some amongst you were more stupid than others." His tail swayed behind him in agitation, the Arcosian now walking to stand toe to toe with the Saiyan, looking up at him with his hands clasped at the small of his back. "Do I seriously look like a wine vendor, you moron? I am not here to get you drunk. I am an Arcosian warrior, one of the best in the galaxy if not THE best...and you'd do well to remember that." His crimson eyes narrowed into thin slits once more, expressing irritation and seriousness. "Do I make myself crystal clear? Or are you drunk right now?"
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Tartus
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d41
EXP: 828
Zeni: 768
HP: 53
SP: 10,806
Transformations: Oozaru
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Post by Tartus on Nov 24, 2016 5:33:31 GMT -5
It seemed like Tartus had made a mistake. In his need for a drink, he had convinced himself that Absol was a merchant, even when there was no evidence of such a fact. Absol proudly declared himself a powerful warrior and an angry one at that! Tartus instantly regretted discarding his scouter, he glanced off in the direction he threw the device, but it was nowhere to be seen. Even if he could see it, it was most likely damaged as it hit the ground. It was no use to him now, Tartus would have to continue this confrontation without knowing this Arcosians power level. Realistically, how strong could this alien warrior be when compared to a Saiyan? Tartus let Absol finish talking, it seemed as though the Arcosian was agitated and needed to get a lot off his chest. Eventually he ended, asking Tartus if he was drunk. "Unfortunately, I'm not nearly drunk enough for this" Tartus sighed, feeling a dull headache begin to form in his mind. The aging Saiyan's own agitation was beginning to rise up within him. His patience was already being tested by the forced training and lack of an alcoholic beverage. Now he had a headache fast approaching, and an angry Arcosian spitting insults in his direction. A clever man might try to avoid a confrontation, especially with an enemy of unknown power. But Tartus wasn't a clever man. "I may be stupid, but I'm not the one that came to the Saiyan home world and declared myself a powerful warrior." Tartus's tail wafted from side to side mimicking Absol's, albeit much less impressive in its size. "If you want to stay alive here, you should probably try to pass as a merchant, otherwise you might end up meeting a real warrior!"
Zeroth
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Post by Zeroth on Nov 25, 2016 22:33:20 GMT -5
"I may be stupid..." He smirked under the bio armor covering his maw, the Arcosian warrior studying the Saiyan, watching his tail wafting about behind him. He could sense it, feel it. The Saiyan was becoming agitated, and in a way? Absol found some sick pleasure in this. He was getting under the Saiyan's skin and he could tell it. He liked it. "May be stupid? MAY be stupid? Look at you, standing out here in the reign like an arcosian fellafump. You're getting wet, mammal, and mammals have a habit of catching cold. look at you. You're likely an older Saiyan warrior who is past his prime and longs for his glory days." he tilted his head and waggled his finger, a long black talon cutting the air. "It's sad really. I'm right, aren't I? Just an old, washed up has been."For an arcosian, this warrior had "no chill whatsoever". His red irises were devoid of such things as fear or doubt, especially so in himself. What WAS present in those deep pools of bloody hell was a look that Tartus, as a Saiyan would recognize. Confidence.
His tail slowly swayed behind him, the tip now upturned like a jungle cat's tail. Was this a challenge? Was Absol going to pounce? Strangely enough, the arcosian didn't ambush Tartus in any dishonorable way...but said these words, man to man...Warrior to warrior. "If you are so sure that I couldn't beat their Saiyan asses and prove my credentials, why don't you put your Zeni where your mouth is...what was your na-" have stopped himself, waving a hand in front of himself dismissively. "-no. Your name will mean nothing after I stomp you into the ground."
Tartus
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Tartus
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d41
EXP: 828
Zeni: 768
HP: 53
SP: 10,806
Transformations: Oozaru
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Post by Tartus on Nov 26, 2016 10:12:46 GMT -5
Whoever this alien was, he certainly had some sort of superiority complex. His claim of Tartus being stupid didn't affect the Saiyan much, Tartus had never claimed to be a intelligent. He was a low class Saiyan warrior, he may not know about science, history or maths, but in battle he was an expert. But as the Arcosian continued, he hit a nerve. How could he know what Tartus was, it wasn't like he had found him unconscious in a gutter, as many others had. Even his usual body odour wasn't present today, thanks to the rain giving the Saiyan his first shower this month. Was he so obviously a wreck? Could even a passing observer see Tartus for what he really was? Tartus froze up for a second, shame and self loathing taking hold of the older Saiyan for a moment. It wasn't long however, before Tartus snapped out of his state. If it were another Saiyan calling him out like this, Tartus would have decended into a pit of wallowing self pity. But this was an alien, even a washed up Saiyan like Tartus would be more than enough for any other species in the universe. Tartus could drink himself into a stupor later, after he had crushed this overconfident Arcosian. Only one thing threw up some doubt on Tartus mind. This alien had heard of Saiyan's and their reputation, and yet he was still full of confidence. Was it just bravado? A bluff to fake out Tartus? Or was he really more powerful than a Saiyan.... was that even possible? Absol continued on, issuing Tartus with a challenge. At that point, there was nothing Tartus could do, he had no choice but to accept the challenge. Even a washed up old Saiyan such as Tartus had enough pride to be compelled to answer the challenge. This Arcosian had insulted Tartus enough, even if much of what he said was true, the fact remained that he would answer for his arrogance. "My name is Tartus" The Saiyan ignored Absol's claim to not need it. "You'll need it when your God asks who sent you to the afterlife"Tartus's tail stopped wafting from side to side, no longer mimicking the Arcosian. Even as rusty as the Low class warrior was, his years of training made his actions in battle almost instinct. His fury tail wrapped around his waist, giving the appearance of a belt over his waterlogged, standard issue Saiyan armour. "This is your last chance to leave, there won't be time for another" Tartus voice seemingly changed suddenly, filled with a confidence only decades of experience could bring. Other than a bar, Tartus felt most comfortable on the battlefield. Dropping down into his fighting stance, he smirked at the Arcosian. Waiting to see how long his confident demeanour would last.
Initiative Roll 1d6
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Post by Zeroth on Nov 26, 2016 22:16:28 GMT -5
There were obviously a lot of things Tartus likely didn't know. What he didn't know was that Absol had secretly been studying the culture of the warrior race ever since he was a small child. He'd been doing so due to the stories he'd heard from the high ranking officials of a "golden saiya-jin" defeating entire armies of his people. The ice lizard was QUITE savvy to what Saiya-jins were and what they looked like, and though they were very human in appearance, he knew better. That stark hair, that muscular build, that tail...just as he'd read about. He could see the Saiya-jin's apprehension as the warrior seemingly froze, standing there like a statue. Seeing the look in the eyes of the warrior let Absol know that Tartus had his own set of issues. Were his words really much unlike sticks and stones? One of the ridges cocked where humans would have eyebrows and Absol laughed a silent, inward laugh. The warrior was amused. From a young age, this arcosian was confident. So confident in fact that he had always been the one not to go with the crowd. He'd been a lone warrior from childhood, being raised very differently than others of his racial status. True or not, he believed that he could beat anyone. An old Saiya-jin? No problem. And he knew that a Saiya-jin would have no choice but to accept his challenge. All his studies suggested that these people, as lowly as they were, were a proud people. If he turned down Absol's challenge? He would be worthless in the eyes of his peers. The ice lizard knew this and would exploit it. He would destroy the Saiya-jin's so called pride. "Tartus, you say? Hrmf. I'll remember that so that I may carve it on your tombstone later." He replied, a dry chuckle escaping the warrior. He would drop himself into a stance, drawing his arm back to his side, his off hand out before him in an open palm. Obviously, this arcosian had an understanding of the martial arts. His stance was balanced...perfect.
"I am Absol Zeroth, the Dragon of Ice. I am the one who will defeat you, Saiya-jin!" He made this proclamation and befan to circle the Saiya-jin, eyes watching Tartus' every move.
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Tartus
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d41
EXP: 828
Zeni: 768
HP: 53
SP: 10,806
Transformations: Oozaru
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Post by Tartus on Nov 27, 2016 14:56:43 GMT -5
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| Dice | HP | Genki | Items | Tartus | 3d26 | 0/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token | Absol Zeroth | 3d26 | 0/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token |
Tartus wins the initiative roll, go Tartus
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Tartus
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d41
EXP: 828
Zeni: 768
HP: 53
SP: 10,806
Transformations: Oozaru
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Post by Tartus on Nov 27, 2016 23:23:51 GMT -5
Dragon of ice? This Absol Zeroth didn't look like much of a dragon to Tartus. Then again, he hadn't ever saw a real Dragon, they were usually the thing of stories. Childhood fables of monsters so powerful, only the very strongest warriors could defeat it. Tartus couldn't help but wonder if Absol would be his Dragon, he had been searching for a someone capable of putting him put of his misery for so long, could this Arcosian be the one to do it? Maybe he would finally get the only thing he had left to look forward to, an honourable death through combat. The aging Saiyan couldn't help but feel a little trepidation about fighting Absol. Either he was carrying out an elaborate bluff, or more likely, he was actually strong enough to take on a Saiayn. If only he hadn't thrown away his scouter, at least then he wouldn't be fighting blind. Yet deep down, the young and ambitious Saiyan, long since burried beneath years of drinking, couldn't help feel excitement at the prospect of fighting such an opponent. At least he had his training to fall back on, it may be long since neglected, but it wasn't something so easily forgotten. Every Saiyan soldier was taught how to fight without a Scouter, you never knew when it would be broken in battle. One of techniques, was to attack the opponent head on, use their ability to defend your attack to gauge their relative strength. It wasn't anywhere near as accurate as a Scouter reading, but it was the next best thing. Digging his booted feet into the wet ground, Tartus launched himself into a head on charge. Droplets of ran water sprayed out behind him, larger splashes rising up from every footstep on the waterlogged soil. The Saiyan clenched his teeth, his brow furrowed slightly as he concentrated on his opponent's movements. As soon as he was in range, Tartus drew back a fist, before thrusting it towards Absol's chest. Pausing for a moment to rebalanced himself, Tartus then followed up with a series of punches and kicks. Releasing a seemingly random combination of attacks in an attempt to see not only how strong Absol was, but how his technique compared to his own.
Attacking roll: 3d26
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Tartus
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d41
EXP: 828
Zeni: 768
HP: 53
SP: 10,806
Transformations: Oozaru
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Post by Tartus on Nov 27, 2016 23:30:58 GMT -5
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| Dice | HP | Genki | Items | Tartus | 3d26 | 0/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token | Absol Zeroth | 3d26 | 1/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token |
Tartus rolled 1 damage, go Zeroth
OOC: OK Absol, your turn to post. Just write a post as you normally would, Roleplaying out Absol attacking Tartus in any way you see fit. Then, at the end of your post, press the button with the picture of a dice. in the pop up window type in your dice, which is "3d26" once you post, you will be able to see what you rolled!
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Post by Zeroth on Nov 28, 2016 1:34:09 GMT -5
"The Ice Dragon of Gokkano" had been named such due to his hard to kill nature. Absol had been one not to ever let up on his training, no matter how sore he became. He'd seemingly cheated death before, having survived for days in the ice cold vacuum of space. He was a mercenary who would slit his own father's throat for a nickel if the job called for it. He was cold blooded and calculating. Dangerous.
The young Arcosian would study every move the aging warrior made, taking in every single piece of body language he could see. He watched Tartus like a bird of orey, his crimson eyes locked on the Saiyan. He had no intentions of being caught off guard. He wouldn't be embarrassed by this old man, he just couldn't be.
As Tartus would come into range, the young ice lizard would be pushed backward by the hard fist to his chest. However, he wouldn't show much of reaction, his eyes showing that same cool demeanor that he had began with. He calmly blocked the other attacks thrown his way, instinct kicking in as he did, and as the Saiyan's foot would come close...
Absol caught the Saiya-jin's leg in one hand and drove his elbow down toward his knee with the other. Like the wind, he'd move, spinning his fist in the direction of the Saiyan's jaw then following up with a thrust kick of his own. Each hit would be thrown swiftly, the first thrown with more force than the other, perhaps in an attempt to slow the old Saiyan down further.
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Tartus
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d41
EXP: 828
Zeni: 768
HP: 53
SP: 10,806
Transformations: Oozaru
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Post by Tartus on Nov 28, 2016 17:05:47 GMT -5
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| Dice | HP | Genki | Items | Tartus | 3d26 | 0/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token | Absol Zeroth | 3d26 | 1/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token |
Absol Zeroth rolls 0 damage, go Tartus
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Tartus
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d41
EXP: 828
Zeni: 768
HP: 53
SP: 10,806
Transformations: Oozaru
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Post by Tartus on Nov 29, 2016 6:35:58 GMT -5
Instantly, Tartus knew Absol wasn't bluffing. His initial strike seemed to have little affect on the Arcosian, the follow up combination were all completely blocked. This was going to be a difficult fight, Tartus would need to be at his best if he hoped to have any chance of victory. The aging Saiyan's eyes widened as he felt a hand grip around his ankle. Not only had his kick been neutralised, but he was now stuck in a precarious position. Tartus attempted to pull his leg backwards, but the Arcosians grip was just too strong. Absol responded by raising his other arm into the air, aiming to strike Tartus prone knee with an elbow strike. Such a blow could potentially snap Tartus's knee joint, rendering the fight over before it had really begun. Determined to not be defeated so easily, the low class Saiyan hopped into the air with his standing leg. Back flipping away from Absol, his leg slipped between the Arcosians pale fingers just in time to avoid the elbow strike. Flipping backwards through the air, Tartus landed a few feet away from Absol, but he hadn't earned himself any respite. The Ice Dragon decended on Tartus as soon as he landed on the waterlogged Saiyan soil. First a fist headed directly towards his face, reacting just in time Tartus was able to sidestep, narrowly avoiding the blow. But Absol wasn't finished yet, thrusting his foot outwards in a powerful kick. Tartus knew he couldn't just sit back and defend, sure he had managed to avoid the Arcosians attacks so far, but only narrowly. He needed to go on the offensive, and he had just seen the perfect opportunity. Quickly crouching down, Absol's foot sailed harmlessly over his head. Tartus extended his right leg, sweeping it across the ground in an attempt to knock the Ice Dragon off his standing leg. Continuing his rotation, Tartus swapped legs, standing up on his right leg, whilst performing a spinning back kick with his left. If everything went to plan, the first kick would knock Absol's leg out from under him, whilst the second would connect whilst the Arcosian was in still in mid air.
Attacking Roll: 3d26
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Tartus
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d41
EXP: 828
Zeni: 768
HP: 53
SP: 10,806
Transformations: Oozaru
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Post by Tartus on Nov 29, 2016 8:49:08 GMT -5
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| Dice | HP | Genki | Items | Tartus | 3d26 | 0/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token | Absol Zeroth | 3d26 | 3/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token |
Tartus rolls 2 damage! Go Zeroth
OOC: Notice I rolled double 12's here. Doubles can allow you to have a second attack. However, seen as the doubles didn't cause any damage, no second attack is allowed.
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Post by Zeroth on Nov 29, 2016 11:23:10 GMT -5
It had been a long while since Absol had been challenged like this. As he and the Saiya-jin continued the fierce dance of battle, he grinned under his mask. Was he having...fun? He could tell that Tartus was a bit desperate and cursed inwardly as the Saiya-jin had avoided his attacks. He's fast for an old fart, he is. He hits fairly hard as well. Still, his movements are predictable...I can beat him...I just have to observe. I have to know what he does before he does it.
He had become lost in thought for a moment Tartus' next assault caught him off guard, and in the middle of one of his OWN attacks! Unbelievable! As he felt his leg swept out from under him, the Arcosian grunted as the Saiyan's kicking leg slammed into his chest and sent him flying backwards. The warrior would use this momentum to shift his body weight in midair, his three fingered hands hitting the wet ground below him, feet flying over his head and soon sliding across the ground. He'd stop himself with a fist in the ground as he fell to a knee, a bit of purple blood seeping from his mouth under the mask.
"Damn you..." he started. Fighting the pain in his ribs, he stood up, gritting his teeth. "...you're a feisty one, aren't you Saiya-jin?"
Tartus wasn't the only one who could go on the offensive. He wasn't the only one who could hit hard, and the Arcosian wanted to make that point abundantly clear. The wet grass patting under his feet, then breaking into a full dash, Absol would attack at full force. His right hand balled into a tight fist, he'd thrust his fist toward the Saiyan's gut and then follow up with a swift knee to the doubled over Saiyan's nose. Spinning in midair, his tail would stretch out to slap the Saiyan in the face.
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