Nam meets Zack

[Zach]

Perhaps, just perhaps Zach’s ego was a little toO big for his body to back up, but the boy wouldn’t admit that and so when Nam charged him the blonde stood there, smirking and left his abdomen loose. ‘Heh, I can take, no problem.’ the teen though to himself even as his opponent closed in and threw his coiled arm forward. Nam’s fist exploded into Zach’s gut uncontested. His abs provided no protection at all and what ever air he’d managed to get back was ejected from his lungs taking with it a mouth full of spit. Zach’s strength was obliterated by the punch, his knees suddenly feeling like noodles, his back hunching up and his arms pulling tight around his neck.

This was a blessing disguise though as even though he’d hunched over as Nam intended, his arms effectively covered the sides of his head. The follow up kick though still rattled him, tossing the blonde teen to the side where he rolled over onto his back and dropped his arms out to the sides, still trying to get a good breath of air after having his solar plexus brutalized.

[Nam Reikonaga]

Nam smirked as his fists slammed onto his opponent’s guts with ease. It didn’t feel tight at all. Not giving his opponent any time to react, Nam immediately went as planned and used his newly learned technique to pop a kick from the left. But he was surprised to meet with Zach’s hands; although he was still to the ground on the white sand, with his hands open and apart. Nam stood steady, landing back on the ground seconds after his kick made impact; probably at the same time Zach’s body stopped rolling. He observed his adversary gasping for air in the ground, Nam was feeling a bit disappointed; sure, Zach left himself wide open, but Nam still had the idea in his head that it was perhaps a trap to lure him into what seemed a perfect hit and then get jabbed under the nose.

The half-saiyan simply got into an attacking stance, waiting for his opponent to get back up from the ground. Don’t get him wrong, he was dying inside, wanting to further his assaults; but he wasn’t going to attack someone on the ground. If Zach didn’t stand back up, it would simply mean the end of the match through forfeit –or something along those lines. To honor his previous statement, Nam stood there silently without another word, with his bandaged hands high, covering the Victory School Emblem which was emblazoned on his black martial arts clothes. The sun was still shining quite brightly and the light seemed to suddenly concentrate on his face, as if a cloud had uncovered the sun and freed its powerful rays onto the man’s face. Nam narrowed his eyes, still focused on his opponent for sudden movements. His hair was getting moist from the drops of sweat that began to crawl down his face and onto his boots.

Nam couldn’t see their master from his position. Abuul was probably behind him taking shade under the imported palm trees which had a convenient and planned out bench to sit on –where the sand ends and the grass began. Nam didn’t know why, but he wanted to see Abuul’s expression; probably because he refused to believe Zach was usually this easy. Their master’s eyes would probably have the answers Nam wanted; the concerned eyes of a master who sees their disciple acting strange. Zach DID mention he recently got a beating from some… saiyan –was it? He couldn’t remember very well. A part from recently recovering, the small ego his opponent was demonstrating didn’t help him very much. Nam may not be the strongest, but he wasn’t to be taken lightly. –No, he’s far from the strongest; the difference in power between them wasn’t even that far, as Nam sensed it that is. And previous encounters with peculiar individuals were enough proof to bring Nam down and far away from egotism.

[Zach]

It took Zach a few moments to get his body under control enough to start breathing again. His innards were aching so much that he didn’t know if he’d be able to stand back up. In top of that his breath, such as it was, was short and stilted. In spite of the fact that he was losing pretty badly he was doing it spectacularly and enjoying every minute of it.

“Errr… That was pretty good…” he gasped. “Next time I’m open like that you should work it into a longer combination, body shots are the most devastating punches you can throw.” Zach advised. He’d essentially turned what was supposed to be a sparring session into a teaching lesson, using himself as the practice dummy.

After a few moments more he rolled over and hauled himself back to his feet, dusting his arms, shoulders pants, just about everything off. He then turned back to Nam and grinned.

“Feel like another go or have you have enough?” the blonde teen asked and folded his arms back up in that same defenseless position behind his head. If Nam attacked again, this time Zach planned to tighten up and make the other boy work for his knock down while at the same time better training his own body to take hits, as was his style.

[Nam Reikonaga]

Nam couldn’t help but grin back as the blonde guy stood up from the ground, dusted his body and began lecturing Nam about his choice of action. It was clear that Abuul’s protégé had an arrogant complex, or perhaps he had hidden reasons behind his actions. Right about now, Zach’s adversary would be infuriated and pissed at the human’s ego, probably steaming through their ears, nose, and perhaps even other similar holes. But Nam had this apathetic personality which didn’t allow him to be affected by most things; although, with recent events he’s been acting contraire to his usual behavior. It turned out Nam wasn’t as intangible as he thought when it came to emotions; but that was another theme for another day. Today, Nam was his usual self; as customary, there was nothing Zach or anyone could do or say to actually anger the half-saiyan.

He smiled as his newly met opponent and perhaps, future rival resumed his unprotected, wide open stance. “Thanks for the advice, allow me to put your wisdom to practice!” Nam said as he dashed once again straight forward through the sand, with his right arm cocked behind him. It was like rewinding a tape on the VCR –and don’t even ask why he’d reference such an old storage system when we have DVDs. The difference was then marked seconds later as Nam used his extended left arm to launch three consecutive, basic energy blasts towards the armored punching bag, following his use of Zanzoken once again cut the distance between them as Nam appeared as if he had transported himself to Zach’s right with his body midair and turned to gain momentum for round house kick to the obliques. It didn’t really matter whether the chi blasts hit or not; they were mainly to distract the already defenseless opponent, whom wouldn’t be very affected thanks to his energy armor.

Nam didn’t really think it was necessary, but three equals a strike and he still had a slight feeling that perhaps his adversary had this complex and well thought out plan that consisted on getting his opponent off-guard by making him believe Zach wouldn’t fight back; and so Nam’s false security would result into his downfall, so he had no intention of letting his guard down.

If his first kick to the sides connected, Nam expected the force to launched Zach to the opposite direction once again and so he would use his zanzoken –yet again, to catch up to his airborne pray, while making him believe he wasn’t being pursued. Just so he could stop Zach’s transition with a well laid knee, in the –wherever, which would initiate a rapid barrage of airborne kicks and jabs in tactical locations that, with the addition of speed, would stop his opponent from falling or moving away due to gravity, instead staying in the same position. Even if he still began to fall, Nam would simply follow, still attacking the cocky human. Where the initial knee would hit depended on how Zach’s body would respond to the side kick that propels it away in the first place. Nam expected his opponent’s body to move vertically, thus landing his knee in the midsection. But if somehow Zach’s body went horizontal, Nam would strike the face, stopping the movement and then shifting him to a vertical position with a second knee up the jaw and THEN initiate his barrage.

There was also a chance –although not probable, that Zach’s body would not lift from the ground at all and Nam’s leg would lay rested on his oblique, in which case Nam would use the momentum to push his body counter-clockwise to his first round house and laying a second on his adversary’s guts –which would most probably send him flying and thus Nam would follow with the aforementioned; his knee probably striking his spine. If somehow, the second kick didn’t propel his opponent, Nam would just forget everything and begin his barrage immediately.

[Zach]

With his arms folded up behind his head and his body wide open, Zach didn’t blame Nam for taking him up on his tempting offer. What he wasn’t counting on was the ferocity of the attack. His armor would have handled simple energy blasts without a problem provided they hit him in the chest, however they didn’t even have the chance to. Zach tightened up as best he could as soon as Nam launched them, just in time to take the boy’s kick to his side. Zach cringed and let out a strangled yelp as he was sent airborne, ostensibly getting set up for a thunderous knee to the gut.

“Uuuugh!...” the blonde teen gagged as his muscles lost their tension again and Nam’s knee stunned him thoroughly. Then there was another impact and another and then another. Punch after punch, kick after kick, all rained into his stomach and chest, holding Zach aloft. The air was completely gone from his lungs, his arms unclasped and dangled loosely down towards his opponent and a black ring started to close in around his vision. The barrage continued longer then Zach in his weakened condition could hold out; his armor vanished, the dark ring closed in completely and the boy passed out in the middle of the bombardment to his body.

[Nam Reikonaga]

Nam kept punching his defenseless opponent until suddenly he noticed a slight change in Zach. Sure, he probably couldn’t move since Nam took all the air out of him but there was he still felt something weird. Zach felt a bit too relaxed, and his eyes were closed. Nam stopped his assault and caught the falling fighter in midair. “Guess that’s it...” Nam said, descending slowly to the ground, gently laying Zach on the grass near Abuul. The half-saiyan turned around and began making his leave.

“Where are you going?” said Nam’s old mentor.

“I’m not sure… I guess to further my training.” He replied, slowly elevating his body into the air. “Give Zach my regards when he wakes up, tell him I’ll be waiting for our rematch.” With this, the half saiyan left Victory school once again, his back turned and showing a larger symbol of the institution, encircled on the back of his black martial arts clothes. Nam’s hair then rose as his red aura engulfed within seconds; leaving a trail of his rocket speed bukujutsu.

(Sorry if it seems a bit sloppy. I’m just sleepy xP I have now official posted my last reply to this thread.)

[Zach]

Having had his butt thoroughly kicked, although also having let it happen to teach Nam, there was no pride lost as being knocked out by the other boy; he had after all left himself completely open for it as part of the lesson. Abuul probably wouldn’t have approved of his methods but Nam did learn something and Zach would come away stronger from the encounter as well. Thos of course were the thoughts that floated through Zach’s head as he came to with the school’s master standing over him looking worried. He seemed to be getting pretty good at putting that particular face on the man and just grinned up at him when his senses fully returned.

“Sorry teach, I thought Nam needed a few pointers and well, you know me.” Zach stated, alluding to the fact that he was never shy to taking a hit, at least one that wouldn’t mark him up. Standing up, he dusted himself off once more and turned to head towards the yard exit, ostensibly an entrance into the school.

“One of these days you will meet an opponent that will take you further beyond your limits then you are willing to go.” Abuul chided the blonde for his masochistic teaching method. “Nam also left you a message, he enjoyed the encounter and wishes a rematch.”

“Oh? Well it was fun for me too, perhaps next time I won’t go easy on him. I’m going to go hunt down Diane and get some breakfast now that all the pounding’s done with.” Zach responded, ignoring the part about ever running into a stronger opponent that might not stop with just a simple knockout. Striding out of the court yard, Zach left Abuul with that same worried and probably now frustrated expression. Undoubtedly the master was growing tired of the boy’s pig headed determination to put himself through hell to get stronger.



{Sorry for the short length of the RP who ever is grading this, the tournament got in the way. I believe we are both going for Power Level increases.}

[Gray Callahan]

1200 PL each.