[Finals: Basna versus Yuumaru]

[Rensou Hiruen]

This was it.

This was the moment each and every warrior had aspired to the moment they had pressed pen to form and registered for the Taikaishita Nitaiyo.

Basna had triumphed over Brandon Potter and the winged warrior to reach this point.

Yuumaru had defeated Tomatah and Tsuken Hiruen in his own path.

Those two paths would cross for the second time in their lives, this time on the grandest stage of Vegeta, and Rensou Hiruen himself would start the proceedings.

With a nod from each man, the General would smile before he rose into the air and returned to his seat~

"Begin!"

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Begin, and do the Saiyan Solar Empire proud!

[Please refrain from starting the fight until your semifinal bouts have been graded. Yuumaru will post first.]

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This was the last round of the tournament, and he was surprised that he had made it passed the semi-finals to this point. The fights that he had up until this point were each different, but each left him with a bit of experience and knowledge. Each fight was a learning step for him, and he would try his best to put each one into use during this last battle. If he was destined to lose, then he would make sure that the Namekian didn’t feel like a winner at the end, he was going to let everything loose. He kept his power at bay while the preparations were being made, with the general being the one to set off their battle.

A nod that he was ready, and the battle was signaled to be underway, and the instant the signal had been set off, his power was bursting forth from him. His silvery aura dancing around his body like a wildfire, as if threatening to consume everything in its path. “Sorry, but this time, I have no plans to let you go first,” he spoke, just before exploding from the ground as he rushed towards his green-skinned opponent at full speed. Despite that there was a power difference, thanks to his typhoon reactor, the speed difference would be virtually nonexistent.

He threw out a left jab, but as the punch neared the Namekian’s head, he retracted the fist, and instead launched an elbow strike, aiming it towards the temple of his opponent. Hopefully, the switch from punch to elbow strike would throw his opponent’s timing off for any defense he might put up against it. However, that wasn’t the end of his assault, as his knee flew up from the right side to strike at Basna’s stomach. He wasn’t going to launch a lot of attacks yet, he was going to slowly build up his ferocity as the match went on. He wanted to push himself further than in the previous two fights, but he didn’t want to burn up too much of his energy either.

The blue-haired Saiyan had something of a strategy forming in his head, and he wanted to have it set up just right. He couldn’t waste any of the chances he got to turn the tide of the battle in his favor, otherwise he would never let himself live it down. The difference between the two had closed quite a bit since the last time that they had met, he hoped that the warrior was prepared for a drawn out battle. Yuumaru would not stay down until his consciousness was completely taken from him, and the beating from Tsuken had proven he could take plenty of damage.

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The final battle had commenced and the two warriors eyed each other from their respective stances. Basna grinned at the man’s remark. He didn’t expect to get the first move, but the first wasn’t always the best anyway. There was an air of excitement about the namekian which enriched his aura. It was both calm yet anticipating impatient. They had faced off once before, but that battle was interrupted by time and the General Rensou; regardless, it was a crucial spar. Basna probably didn’t know all of Yuumaru’s tricks, but he was sure he knew the most important one.

The young namekian’s antennae twitched as his battle against the blue-haired saiyan replayed like a film in his head. Yuumaru possessed some kind of dangerous technique which injured his internal organs, which made him someone very difficult to deal with during close-combat. Basna had yet to discover any signs that could anticipate such an attack, but for now he’d bet on his warrior instincts to guide him. He bent his knees and raised an intercepting hand to greet the lightning fast elbow-strike which was aimed at his face. He cringed, grinned, and his lips quivered with excitement.

The saiyan’s knee rose as a follow up and his own to block. Basna then thrust his free hand towards the man’s stomach.

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The Saiyan had remembered the last time they had squared off, though it had been a spar the last time, this time there was a bit more on the line. That was why, he wasn’t going to be as easy to deal with this time, he was going to keep pressing the attack for as long as he could. He wasn’t expecting easy hits from the Namekian, but that was a good thing, he expect things to be harder, it made for a more entertaining battle. When his attacks were blocked, and the green-skinned warrior threw out his free hand, Yuumaru countered by launching his head towards Basna’s. He was willing to take a hit to land a hit, would his opponent be willing to do the same?

Clenching the muscles in his stomach, he took the hit, gritting his teeth to bear the pain and continued his assault. Throwing a one-two combination towards the Namekians face, as a distraction, while aiming to strike his leg with a low kick meant to start reducing the effectiveness of his movements. If he could start whittling away at his opponent, it would make things a lot easier on him. He would keep pressing close to his opponent, they’d both have to deal with an exchange of blows, but that was fine with him.

He meant to take this fight seriously, and not let Basna have any time to catch his breath, that would start to put things even more against him. The odds were against him enough as it was, and he would show that an underdog shouldn’t be underestimated. He had a number of strategies to put into play against this opponent, and it was just a matter of time to see if any of them paid off.

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Basna’s teeth grit; for as he purged the other man’s stomach, Yuumaru’s forehead came crashing into his in a bone crashing experience. “Agh!” Basna staggered back with a hand on his forehead and snarled at the blue-haired saiyan. He applied pressure, easing the pain away and recomposed himself. As the fight went on he was still pondering on that one technique the saiyan had yet to use. Basna had yet to discover a way to counter it somehow, but the first solution seemed to be fighting from a distance. Basna cocked his hand back, clenched his fist, and thrust forward a right jab to Yuumaru’s temple; his arm would extend and close the distance between them –and the impact would cause the saiyan to stagger back. Following that punch, the namekian extended his other arm and shot out a barrage of basic ki blasts, distracting the fighter as Basna hopped the other way and distanced himself even more.

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It seemed that the Namekian wanted to create a distance between them now, and as his fist came at him, extending like it had, he prepared his next response. Blocking the strike to his temple, a Ki sword emerged from his free hand, aiming to slice the offending appendage clean off from his opponent’s body. Even if it didn’t work, it would give the green-skinned warrior a message, that Yuumaru wasn’t going to be playing around or holding back his weapons. His switching to the other extending arm, as Ki blasts were fired off in his direction, he avoided a few of them, getting tagged by a few on his chest and shoulder.

Yuumaru ignored the smoke rising off the point of impact, though he could feel the burning sensation from his shoulder. Thankfully, he was covered with armor on his chest which provided some protection from the blast. Watching his opponent try to hop away, he wouldn’t let that happen so easily, as he launched forward to close the distance once more. Running wouldn’t be allowed, he was going to keep pressing towards his opponent regardless of what was sent his way. If there was anything that could be said about this Saiyan, it was that he was a tenacious bastard that just didn’t know when to quit. It’d likely get him killed one day, but that was the way he did things, he enjoyed pestering and annoying his enemies with his persistence.

When he got close, he threw three jabs with his left arm, keeping them tight and compact, which let them throw the jabs at a quicker rate. Then he swung the blade of energy, that was still extended from his index and middle finger, slashing horizontally. If he could keep the momentum up, he might be able to push his opponent into a desperate situation, maybe cause him to make a mistake. For that, he had to sacrifice taking a few hits that were thrown at him, and keeping the pressure up.

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“Oblu!” he cursed under his breath and held his arm; a mark was left where his arm could have part. If he hadn’t relayed the direction of his thrust, Yuumaru would have sliced it clean off. He glared. “So you’re gonna play dirty,” he murmured. Basna realized this wasn’t anything like a spar and Yuumaru knew this perfectly well. If anything, this was to the death –or presumed to be, until they’re stopped by the authorities, throw in the towel, fall off the ring, or pass out entirely.

He applied pressure to the severed flesh to stop the bleeding, if only a little, and braced himself to greet the man who was pressing on despite the barrage of ki blasts parading and leveling the surface of the ring as he maneuvered through with steam seeping from his shoulders and armor. Well, there’s one thing he knows about his opponent, and probably something he could take advantage of: he wanted close-combat. Yuumaru would do anything he could to get closer to Basna and he probably wanted to both slice him up and then use that technique which the namekian has grown so weary of. Weary of, because he knows that it cripples the victim and the fight would be over before the fat man could sing.

Moments later, Basna’s third eye would have awakened and widen his range of sight, sitting between his antennae. He grinned, and dashed forward with his rapid movement technique to embrace the attack. Basna blocked the three jabs. His antennae flicked, warning him to slide down under the blue-haired saiyan’s legs to evade the sharp energy blade emitting from his hand. Now behind his opponent, Basna rammed his fist into his middle back, which would probably momentarily paralyze him with a sharp pain and then Basna would proceed to grab the momentarily crippled saiyan and catapult him to the other side of the ring.

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Basna seemed to catch on that this wasn’t just a simple spar between them, that it would be a real battle, since there was a real point to winning. While he had no intention of even going to the extent to trying to kill the Namekian, he would still take this as a real battle. He wanted his opponent to fight him seriously as well, if he didn’t, then Yuumaru would show him why that was a mistake. Yuumaru had entered the ring with the mindset of defeating his opponent by using everything he had, if Basna wasn’t going to same he’d take the victory from him.

However, it seemed his opponent was starting to get a bit more serious at least, a third eye appearing on his forehead, as he closed the distance between them. The jabs had been blocked, but that was mostly their purpose anyways, it would keep Basna guessing as to what he would be using next. When he slide under the blue-haired Saiyan’s legs, it was then to start alternating between his tactics a bit more. As when Basna punched, his fist would hit a Zanzoken clone, only to find that he had basically traded places from their initial distance apart. He fired off his own barrage of Ki blasts mixed with Sniper punches, the sniper punches would be harder to dodge given they were invisible. The rest of the barrage was more something to keep them concealed as much as possible from being sensed easily.

He could switch between ranges himself, and would adapt as much as possible in the fight to fit the situation. He was ready to push himself through hell in this battle, if he didn’t leave this battlefield unconscious should he lose, he would consider himself a disgrace. He hoped that Basna was ready for such a situation, he wasn’t going to be like the previous opponents the Namek born warrior faced.

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(The sniper punches aren’t invisible, they’re just the size of bullets, right?)

Basna frowned, being tricked by the saiyan into sucker punching open air. He was so sure he’d hit too. Yuumaru launched of barrage of buzzing ki blasts that whirred towards him and he instantly maneuvered to the side. He ducked and rolled and slapped them all aside, or so he thought, when something hit him in the chest.

It was like a very fast fly. He saw it, barely, but he saw it and left a burnt mark on his chest. He grunt and snarled, inspecting his injury and then another hit him on the arm. “Argh!” he yelped. He couldn’t see whatever was hitting him so he started running around the ring instead. “This guy…” he thought with a bitter tone. It seemed he loved using stealthy techniques which seemed impossible to evade. But since he couldn’t see these attacks, he at least knew one thing: they were among those which he could see. So with a quick charge, Basna shot out a wave of energy which would engulf the individual energy blasts and whatever bugs lurked within, soon disintegrating.

Basna glanced at Yuumaru in disdain. He launched an outstretched thrust and intends to ram it across his face. Following the punch would come an elongated roundhouse kick and then another thrust of his other arm, but with grappling intentions, pulling Yuumaru in and greeting with another thrust to the face.

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It seemed that his tactic of mixing in the blasts with each other had worked out well, Basna had been pegged by at least a few of them. That should help things, even if it was only a little bit, it would mean that there was an extra attack for Basna to worry about. All of his attacks could be used at close range, so it was an extra threat to worry about, his attacks were aimed to be precise, and attack just his opponent. They weren’t large or messy attacks, rather precision, although his Void Ripper might be an exception to that.

Watching the wave destroy the rest of his attacks, Yuumaru smirked slightly, it seemed that Basna was ready to take him seriously. The thrust had connected, causing him to stumble back, and the roundhouse kick knocked him to the side a bit. When the next arm grabbed him, he recovered his focus, and as he was being brought closer to, he waited for the right time. As the next thrust was being sent his way, his leg lifted in a foot-thrust towards Basna’s chest, in an attempt to counter the thrust and throw his opponent off balance. Immediately after the kick, he targeted the arm holding him, and launched a sniper punch close range to get the Namekian to release him. The stretching limbs was becoming quite a bother though, he’d have to try figuring out a way to make his opponent think twice before using that.

Yuumaru had wanted to hold off on using it for a while, but he was going to need to start using the Void Ripper against Basna. He focused, he would have to be careful about when he attacked with it, so as to not let it become an easy to avoid attack. Forming a Ki blade once more, he would have to make an opening to use it, and he hoped that he could pull it off. Right now, he was facing against a ticking bomb, and it was a matter of time.

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“Augh!” Basna moaned from the striking kick to the chest and then shrieked from the burning pain of his arm as it promptly retracted. Steam twisted from his arm and dissipated into the air. Basna rubbed his chest and got back to his feet to greet the man’s energy blades once again. This man was getting annoying, he thought. There were three techniques which Basna had to watch out for: the one which targeted his organs, his energy sword which could slice off his limbs, and that other puzzling technique which stung him upon impact.

Basna snarled. He would have to be wittier to defeat this man. –That, or stronger. If he couldn’t outsmart the saiyan than he would have to overpower him; the latter seemed easier. Regardless, with his telekinetic abilities, debris rose to the air and every broken piece of the ring had begun to float and rotate around them like a vortex which clouded the public’s view but still impressed them. The vortex would then become a sandstorm with cluttering shrapnel which would bump into his enemy and reduce his field of vision.

All the blue-haired saiyan would see is the silhouette of the namekian which them split into four and spread to each corner of the ring. They were clones of Basna, divided into ¼ of the original’s power each. To Yuumaru, it’d seem like an illusory trick, but it would soon be revealed that it was not.

One of the clones at the far left would remain in place and focus on keeping the storm strong, while another at the far right was preparing one of Basna’s infamous techniques. It came with the whole ‘Master of Namekian Warrior Caste’ thing. Two finger were pressed on his forehead as he began to gather energy upon them, but the specifics would remain a mystery to Yuumaru unless he could somehow see through all the debris.

Meanwhile, the other two copies double-teamed after the blue haired saiyan to distract him with a barrage of well performed and timed attacks. One sweeps down to the man’s knee’s while the other come from behind to strike the head with a flying knee-attack.

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His attacks had worked rather well, the cry of pain from his opponent let him know that the kick had done its job. Soon enough he was free of the arm as well, and the Namekian seemed all the more annoyed by his attacks, possibly cause they were working. This was good, the more he could pile on the damage to his opponent, the more he would hopefully be able to win. Then the debris of the arena started to lift up and swirl around him, his vision becoming more of a liability at this point. However, he wasn’t trained to be a warrior for nothing, as he simply ignored the lack of sight and instead went to sensing his opponent’s energy.

The debris turned into a sandstorm, pelting him with tiny rocks, but it did little to detract his attention from the important things going on. Basna had split himself…or his power, into four different places, which seemed to lower it quite a bit from what it had been. Was this supposed to be some sort of ploy? Was the Namekian warrior still not taking him as a serious opponent, or was he just that confident in his abilities? Two remained away from the Saiyan warrior, were coming to attack him, and the blue-haired man would have a surprise for those two. His mind calmed, he released the flood gates on his power, causing it to triple his power(Kokuu) and push him well over what the four separate Basna were capable of right now.

When the attacks came, a Zanzoken afterimage was left in his place, as he attempted to elbow the one that attacked him from behind in the temple, while he aimed to slam the heel of his foot into the face of the one that attacked low. Hopefully, they would be rendered unconscious from the powerful attacks, but his assault didn’t stop there, he needed to press on and try to gain the upper hand. A spin kick to the one that he had attempted to strike in the temple, to send him to the outer barrier, as he jumped into the air and aimed an energy wave to blast him into the ground outside the ring. Reappearing next to the one that had tried to sweep his legs, he threw his fist forward and fired a Void Ripper. The pressure wave so powerful it ripped through the arena tiles like tissue paper, and if it hit that Basna, would do some damage. He attempted to then lift and throw that one of the four from the ring as well, which left two of his opponent.

Hopefully, his idea would work, and the Namekian would be only able to regain half of his power, should he try to rejoin the parts of the whole. He stood ready for the attacks that would be thrown at him, if his plan didn’t work, he could likely expect a full retaliation in response to what he had done. As a warrior though, he was fully prepared for this, and win or lose, this was the path that he would choose for this fight. “Do you still want to fight me like you are?” his tone was quite serious, he wanted a real battle out of his opponent.

(Lemme know if anything needs changing, just went with an idea I had)

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“Augh!” cried out the fist as his three eyes were nearly shot out of their sockets with the force and overwhelming speed of their opponent; a second yelp from the other as he was knocked back. They were still conscious, but the stinging pain stopped them from moving at all, which provided an extra free hit from Yuumaru. One of the clones in the corner jumped and saved the other from the impending ring-out which would most certainly disqualify them all as a whole.

The ‘sanstorm’ would subside and revealed the incoming blow aimed at the fallen namekian. “Ack!” he panicked as the blue haired saiyan thrust down, but he had evaded the blow by a hair and watched the impacted area crumble like glass. He gulped and scurried back; three of them grouping up to face the saiyan with reconfirmed determination. They weren’t about to give up, they believed in their tactic –and although Yuumaru saw it all like a joke, he would soon realize otherwise.

The trio of similar namekians began to grow higher and each boasted what the original Basna once emitted whence they were of one body. The fourth had also grown, but he hadn’t stopped charging his attack. “Almost there…” he murmured to himself, slanted eyes at the distracted saiyan. Each with over 40k power level, three would be enough to stand their ground against the blue-haired man. They grinned and began their assault.

One of them wiped their bleeding nose clean before two of them split and flanked Yuumaru right and left while the third stayed back and attacked from afar with a lightning fast eye-beam attack. Twin blue beams of concentrated energy, threatening to pierce the man’s body. He wanted a serious fight, and then Basna would have to stop worrying about their wellbeing. The rejuvenation tanks proved to be quite reliable anyway. The reason one of them stayed back though was two-fold; one, to distract from afar –and two, he was the one to suffer from both a blow to the temple and then a spinning kick that nearly took him out of the ring. He needed to rest from his injuries and recuperate before getting back into the heat of battle.

Since the sandstorm was gone, the civilians could now see with ease everything that was happening. And certainly, they seemed amazed to see four namekians on the ring. Many of them began to call cheats and demand that he be disqualified.

Meanwhile, the fourth was anxiously and quietly charging his attack from the background. Energy would cackle and spark around his fingers and the wind would twist around his body.

(Hope it's not confusing. xD)

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It seemed that the splitting was indeed a real effect, and had seen to it that the Namekian hadn’t been able to react properly to his attacks. Though the number of them saved him from the complete plan that he had tried to put together, but it wasn’t a complete loss. He had heavily damaged one of the clones, and it seemed the sandstorm died down, allowing him to open his eyes once more. There were now four larger Namekians, but that was fine, he had been prepared for something like this as well. The advantage was that they were all still lower than his current full potential, which would hopefully continue to last for the time being. It wouldn’t give him a lot of time, but he just needed a little bit more.

When they split off, he had two targets that he would focus on, and it would be tricky to pull off, but he would push through this situation. He’d either claim the win for himself, or his opponent would realize he would be working his ass off for it. The one that had hung in the back fired off eye lasers at him, and instead of trying to dodge them, he crossed his arms and rushed head first into the attacks. Burns forming on his arms, the increase in power offered him some protection from the attacks, though he still took a hit, and as he crossed the distance with incredible speed, he turned to the Basna that was charging an attack. Gathering a potent charge of Ki, he fired off a powerful Ki wave at him, hoping to break his concentration from the attack, if even for a moment.

The one that was his target was the one in back, and the gap between them was closed in an instant, his bukujutsu put to use so that Yuumaru appeared even with his face. From there, he released two Void Rippers at close range at his head, it would hopefully cause dizziness and force the giant Basna back. Following up on this, he aimed a missile kick for his chest, hoping that the force would be enough to push the clone from the ring. He would then have to focus on the other three, something he could only believe would be a task, they could combine their power to match his likely. However, unless they rejoined, he would have the speed advantage for now, which could be a turning point for the Saiyan.

He couldn’t wait to see what happened entirely, turning to face off with the other two, he extended the Ki blade, charging enough power into it to make it larger. He had to try sticking to physical attacks, and the Ki No Tsurugi for a bit, to try conserving energy, until he could try to recover a bit more. Then he could try another assault against the group of Basna, his eyes focused on keeping all three in his vision.

(If something doesn't make sense, send me a PM, I'm tired, so I can't tell how this reads.)

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Four namekians, twelve eyes, and one soul; Basna had a panorama of every angle and movement Yuumaru would make. The copy waiting in the back, intercepted that blast of energy to counter and nullify the other in a gleaming explosion that went off feet from the one whom was targeted. The charging namekian hasn’t blinked or faltered in the least. His job was to get the technique charging and the other’s job was to distract.

The farthest namekian yelped upon becoming the man’s target and jumped into the air to evade Yuumaru’s attack with the help of his rapid-movement technique. Timed to perfection was an impending thrust of one of the other’s elongated hands to intercept Yuumaru once he had reached where the former was previously standing. Following the punch, the third namekian homed in on the blue-haired saiyan, prepared to pursuit Yuumaru wherever he went and attack.

“Complete…” the fourth murmured with a grin, holding their ultimate technique for the right time to be used. It was a devastating attack –and although faster than lightning, he needed to be extra careful with his timing so all that charging wouldn’t go to waste.

The first namekian, Yuumaru’s target, launched a barrage of energy blasts from above as he continued to fly skyward and away from danger. The saiyan and his clones would dance under the pelting rain of ki blasts, masterfully evading them while leading the blue-haired man into the fray.