Pushing Limits (x15 Spar w/ Rensou)

[tsukare]

The private SSE hangar bay in which Ikezu’s ship laid waiting for use lied vacant of people, with only 3 ships within; Ikezu’s own, a ship dubbed the Gladiator, and another ship whose owner Ikezu didn’t know. The ship for which Ikezu was visiting the Hangar was his own, and he was here to show it off to the General of the SSE army, his new brother in arms Rensou Hiruen.

Ikezu pulled a small slim black device out of his pocket with a circular button pad and a small screen on it. His thumb touched the center button as he pointed it at his ship and the hangar door opened revealing an escalator that led to the top.

”This is my ship. I haven’t thought of a name for it, so for now I’m just calling it my baby.”

Once to the top Ikezu would begin the tour pressing the central button again.

The ship had two levels, the first level was simple and only had a set of stairs going up to the second level, and a fusebox.

The second level had a large circular center surrounding the staircase with four doors surrounding it at the 12, 3, 6, and 9 o’clock positions. The door straight ahead of them led to the cabin, and when Ikezu opened the door Rensou would see one captain’s seat on a raised level, and two passenger/navigator seats below that facing screens and devices used for the maintenance and flight of the craft. Around the room were switches and screens which when activated would show various information about flight path, estimated time, best route, as well as known information about the ship, it’s inhabitants, it’s rooms, and other miscellaneous intel which could be fed into the ship from the SSE headquarters on Vegeta.

“This is the Cabin, it’s pretty standard, but comfy seats. *Pointing at the red leather seat cushions* They’re resistant to blood stains.” Ikezu said matter-of-factly.

The room to the right of the stairs was the ships restroom and shower, nothing too interesting there. The room to the left was the living area, which held within a couch, a small bookcase with various manuals and tomes of knowledge, a small dining area, a mini-kitchen complete with a mini-fridge, and three sleeping pods with timers next to them which would sustain its inhabitants for up to a month at a time.

The room opposite of the cabin was the piece de resistance, and the ship’s training room. Complete with a gravity enhancer to simulate the increases in gravity on other planets. It was bare, but sturdy. The walls were a clean white and on the roof was a strange looking dome with a blue glow which illuminated the whole room.

“This is the Training Room, gravity enhancer which can reach up to 50 times normal gravity, and reinforced walls to sustain the most brilliant displays of awesomeness. It’s bare, but it’s nice. So… what do you think of the ship?” Ikezu asked, having finished the tour.

[Rensou Hiruen]

Rensou smiled and nodded as his eyes covered each and every facet of Ikezu's ship, like his own, it was simply to the point. There was no excess here, this was the transportation of a warrior, and a warrior needed but food, rest, and strife. It was questionable that with enough warfare, the pair might completely ignore the two aforementioned necessities and consist solely of battle itself. The place smelled of unblemished newness, which was a comforting scent to Rensou. The Saiyan had always enjoyed things of the sort, but his reasoning had forever been unclear to him.

Up twisting staircases and through the levels they moved, checking over everything as Ikezu proudly showed off the newest addition to his wealth. A soldier of the Empire was not particularly well paid, and to think he had managed to save enough slightly surprised Rensou. It was clear to him that this Inaurian was a driven individual with clear goals, to be one of the best. That idea was confirmed as the pair entered the gravity chamber.

Ikezu asked him what he throught of the entire ship as the tour concluded, and Rensou confirmed his pleasure with a brief nod. “It's very fine, Ikezu,” he gathered, glancing over the walls of the chamber with sweeping eye. Despite a few touchy details, it was the same sort that was within his own ship, The Gladiator. The time had come to knock out two birds with but a single stone, and Rensou resettled his attentions to his comrade.

“What do you say we test the capabilities of these reinforced walls with a friendly match?” Rensou asked, having fought in increased gravity once before and fully enjoyed the harvest of strength he had gained from his encounter with the King, Boliko Koregutsu. Rensou, as per usual, wore his weighted bangles about his gloves and boots. . .and Ikezu could clearly unleash pure hell upon the General in such a state.

If that was the Inaurian's plan, Rensou would certainly shed the things and use the same force the Inaurian chose to attack with. . .though his capabilities in the scope of doing harm were quite a bit higher than the Inaurian's own. Nay, a fully fledged battle was not the best of plans for either. Touketsuki would arrive soon to take advantage of the Saiyan people, and both fighters would need to be at their peak – rested, uninjured.

[tsukare]

Rensou looked very pleased and impressed throughout the tour, and when it ended it was clear that the General enjoyed the tour. However being a Saiyan Warrior there was certainly only one thing on his mind, battle.

This was made clear when the General requested a friendly spar, "What do you say we test the capabilities of these reinforced walls with a friendly match?"

"Sounds good to me. I've only just got the ship, so I'm afraid I haven't gotten past times 15 gravity. I hope that's ok with you, because its the most my body can withstand at the moment." Ikezu said pulling out the remote from his pocket again placing his thumb on the circle of buttons, he pressed the one on the bottom which brought up a menu. He scrolled down to Gravity by circling his thumb around the outer ring. Once on the gravity option he pressed the central button, and set the gravity to 15 again by circling the outer ring.

The blue dome on top turned a dull orange as the gravity instantly changed, weighing Ikezu down. He picked his legs up and ran in place for a moment to loosen up his muscles.

"Ok, I'm ready when you are." He said after turning to face his comrade.

He'd only use around 10,000 PL to match his opponent. No more no less. If his opponent released any sort of power boost, Ikezu would raise to match it. However this would remain a friendly spar, and Ikezu's goal wasn't to injure his opponent but to test the limits of both himself and his brother in arms.

[Rensou Hiruen]

Rensou smiled and nodded. The point was driven in that he had a bit of advantage over Ikezu in moving through the intervals of gravity training, and perhaps he might hold a slight advantage in the area of operating under the intensified forces that seemed to push upon him, but only slightly. The Saiyan rolled his powerful shoulders in their sockets, and then set himself to stretching the muscles and tendons down the length of his powerful legs. “It's good to see you're progressing, Ikezu,” he answered, twisting his dark mane sideways. The movement popped each and every vertabrae down the length of his neck, but Rensou wasn't finished. . .nay, his hips swiveled as well and the remaining bones within his spine popped with an audible crack.

With a short leap backward, the last Hiruen landed at the opposing end of the room from the Inaurian, his boots sliding across the floor to adopt the widened stance of the complete martial artists. Those gloved hands of his were raised, but not so much as to prevent him from gaining at least one under-hook in the case Ikezu wished to grapple. Rensou was proficient in the clinch and upon his back, but he had always preferred to maintain the standing position and almost exclusively counterstrike.

Still, the Saiyan had never witnessed this particular warrior in battle, much less any of his race, he had no idea what would come of this encounter with Ikezu. There was only one certainty, whether he was the victor, loser, or the bout ended in a draw that would be contended with boasting from both soldiers. . .it would play out and end beautifully, and hopefully there would be many more to come after this one. Though Ikezu was not a Saiyan by birth, Rensou could ascertain a certain fire burning within his heart that beat just as proudly and competitively as his own.

“The loser buys the beer~”

[tsukare]

"Loser Buys the Beer~"

"Sounds good. Get your coin purse ready." Ikezu said confidently as he took his wide fighting stance. Both knees bent, one hand facing forward and one hand closed under his armpit.

After a moment, it was obvious that Rensou was going to wait for Ikezu. Ikezu already knew that Rensou knew Zanzoken, so when he made his move he prepared a small supply of energy to be used just in case. His feet left the ground, and a burst of air exploded from his feet as he burst towards Rensou, still controlling his energy levels so he wasn't too much greater than the man standing opposite of him.

As he approached Rensou he'd release a low powered/high flash ki ball from his hand followed closely behind by a low speed/high powered ki ball. If rensou dodged the first than Ikezu would detonate it releasing a flash of light, similar to a camera flash in his face. Using that moment to sweep his legs and throw an elbow downwards into his stomache. Unless Rensou moved far out of Ikezu's range, or zanzokened the tactic would most likely be a success.

[Rensou Hiruen]

The quarry had taken the bait, but with the tactical expertise displayed. . .it seemed he would slip the keen hook, for the moment! Sharpened coals watched with little effort as Ikezu pressed the action, lunging toward the Saiyan like the predator he surely was. If only the victim were prey, it might turn tail and run for dearest life or curl to absorb the lashing attacks, but nay, the intended victim was a predator of equal level. The Inaurian was charging, and the Saiyan was calculating and processing information at the heightened level his full power allowed. Senses keened by an absurd level of inner power were still at their peak of nearly forty thousand. Deriving from that ability, the reflexive defenses and offensive maneuvers of Rensou Hiruen would begin at a much greater speed than Ikezu was capable of if he were to continue the bout at the level of power he was employing.

The only things impeded were the physical striking ability of the last Hiruen and the speeds he could perform them with. As it stood, Rensou had the advantage in pure function. Perhaps Ikezu's skillful attacks would win the day, but for the moment Rensou had assessed with relative confidence that the Inaurian approached him to inflict harm with his physical body. It was at that precise instant that the warrior hurled a pair of energy blasts in quick succession, and Rensou propelled his body upward to avoid the swarming orbs with his usual burst of leg strength, as well as a push of Bukujutsu. The result was instantaneous, and the two bombs were dodged. . .or so Rensou had thought.

Despite skillfully evading the most damaging aspect of the energy, an explosion ensued that revealed the true nature of the pair. Rensou had been blinded for an instant, but his mind was cool and his body operated with confidence as he somersaulted in midair to avoid the momentum of the charging Inaurian. Twin boots landed against the ceiling, and the body recoiled before it extended with another physical and ki push which placed Rensou neatly at the opposite end of the room.

The Inaurian had been moving quickly, but he would be upon him once again in his handicapped state. . .that was certain. The last of the Hiruen clan spun his body, an arm whipping with the revolution and a pulse of low powered energy of green-blue hue spilled outward in a sweeping torrent, an effect much akin to a cannon loaded with grape shot. Rensou's vision was terribly impeded at best, but he needed to buy time for his eyes to clear. Blinking rapidly, he summoned forth one of the most dangerous weapons in his arsenal. The Tsurunoha spheres blinked into existence in an instant, a technique so ingrained in his fighting repertoire that drawing them from his inner reserves was a quick thing.

“Do they sting, Ikezu!?” he goaded, but as he blinked the only things he could make out was the ever-present cloud after an explosion of ki. . .the spheres hovered, and Rensou waited like a bird of prey in search of a vertebrae, just to curse your day and make blue skies revert to grey~

[tsukare]

It was clear that though the General was physically less adept as Ikezu, mentally he was still at his normal power. This was made evident as he not only dodged the ki blasts but Ikezu's physical assault as well. Ikezu would have to be far more cunning than this in order to beat his advesary. Fortunately the Inaurians had a reputation in their corner of the universe for being the epitome of an Apex Predator; cunning, fast, agile, and capable of mental feats not befitting those of a beast. A reputation Ikezu was glad the rest of the universe was unaware of, this made him very easy to underestimate.

As the general landed on the opposite side of the training area, he began blinking rapidly which told Ikezu that his mini-flash ball had worked. However it was clear that the Saiyan had more tricks up his sleeve when two greenish-blue balls of energy simply appeared and began circling the great warrior.

"Do they sting, Ikezu?"

"I don't know, you'll have to tell me when I beat you." Ikezu taunted from afar.

This was a technique Ikezu was wholly unaware of, he didn't know its range, properties, or strength. So instead of risking injury by stepping blindly into it's midst Ikezu placed his hands together and exhaled quickly as a spark of electricity formed between his hands creating a small bright blue ball about the size of a base ball. The sound from it resembled the tweeting of birds, and through Rensou's vision (which by now was probably just blury) he would surely see the blue spec in the distance.

Ikezu's hands pointed forward and three golf ball sized bullets shot out at high velocities, in rapid succession. Two would hit true if they weren't defended against, the third would only barely miss passing between Rensou's legs, and just barely grazing the hair of his tail.

Ikezu watched, cool as snow, looking for a chance to show, this saiyan warrior the fire in his soul, unaware of his true goal. This wasn't a fight between friends, but brothers. Sons of different worlds but now together. Blood through cause, under the same king. Warriors and soldiers of the SSE!~

[Rensou Hiruen]

Rensou's laugh was halted with an audible grunt as the lion replied to his pondering, for it certainly meant the flurry of energy he had fired before summoning his spheres had entirely missed their mark, or the Inaurian was putting on an intricate bluff. The cloud of smoke had begun to clear, however, and the haze from Rensou's eyes was edging away. . .albeit slowly. It was at that point the Inaurian returned fire from the opposing end, three quick pulses of energy that were hidden enough by the fog of war that Rensou noticed them much too late. There would be no evading these, that was certain, and the realization was heavy upon his mind.

The first beam struck him squarely in the shoulder, rocking him backwards in a light stumble that the second finished with climax as the body of the retired gladiator collided against the wall, albeit an impact of medium level. The third and final attack whizzed harmlessly by, his positioning altered to the point where at one point the strike would have been against the fur of his tail. . .but by sheer luck the impact of the first two blasts had rid him of that danger. Perhaps Ikezu had been spared, for Rensou was ferociously protective of that thrashing appendage that was tightly wound about his waist in instances such as this very one.

Rensou rocked himself forward, squaring himself upon his feet again as those dark eyes glanced downward to his shoulder. The ball had left the slightest burn that was already bruising, but the true damage would have been smashed tissues and torn ligaments. . .if Rensou did not have but another startling advantage should the Inaurian choose to continue this match at his current level of output. Simply put, there was no underlying damage, only superficial marring of the iron surface that was still empowered by several times what his opponent was truly capable of. Ikezu had made critical mistakes in the judgment of the four weighted bangles.

The only thing additional weight hindered was the movement of the wearer. Rensou was slowed to a quarter of his sincerest ability, and his striking power suffered to a similar extent. Devoid of higher velocities, the force of any punch or kick Rensou struck home with would, put simply, suffer. Despite these disadvantages, the fortitude of his full power still shined and because his ki, like any, is a mental unleashing of his truest capabilities. . .the point was clear, and the Inaurian might be realizing it that very second as Rensou smirked at the minor pain Ikezu had applied to him and lifted his head.

“That's it? My turn,” he would chime and then announce, flashing a smile that quickly was but a blur of white where the clear definition of incisor and canine had once been. Rensou had used the Zanzoken, the movement technique he had “helped” Ikezu to learn. Moving at such an enhanced speed despite the mentioned hindrance to that particular aspect, the Saiyan would charge the Inaurian with the intentions of a train heavily burdened by an unforgiving but manageable load. Once the expanse had been cleared, Rensou would fire off a single pawing jab, attempting to direct the Inaurian's attention to that very attack. If it connected well and presented opening, Rensou would close in with a hook from his left hand, his dominant – a more powerful punch than the simple snap of his right arm.

If. Truly, that attack was the diversion, for at the very moment the jab would reach the point of connection. . .whether blocked or dodged, those two spheres would have finally caught up with the magnetizing pull of their owner. The Tsurunoha was truly an amazing thing, for the twins were but outward focusing of identical thirds of Rensou's full ki reservoirs compacted a thousand times to the exact point where they existed without him in the general area of his body. They were miniaturized wrecking balls of crushed energy. . .and they were sweeping in towards Ikezu's stomach at terrible speeds in great arcs from opposing sides.

The Inaurian would need to raise his strength, but Rensou meant to keep him on his toes in melee range where he would rule the day. . .it had been the forte of the warrior since he could walk, Rensou Hiruen was not one that could win a struggle of ki waves versus an even opponent. . .but he was one whom could horrendously punish those who stepped into the realm he prided himself on.

[tsukare]

The blue balls hit true, at least two did. One hitting his shoulder, the other his body. Rocking him back against the wall. From this Ikezu noticed one very important property of the two balls floating around Rensou. They were magneticly attracted to him. This would play into effect in just a moment.

Ikezu was in fact aware that Ki was an internal force, and that the only thing hindered was striking power and speed. However, Ikezu was also aware that should he use his full power in one of his attacks, Rensou would reply in the same. In short, the only way Ikezu had a chance of winning this bout without serious injury was to pick at Rensou.

In any case, back to the bout. The Iron Gladiator smiled "That's it!? My turn!", and vanished reappearing in front of him throwing a jab. Ikezu moved to his left, and noticed the green balls rushing towards them over Rensou's shoulder which was now moving. Ikezu's reflexes moved him under Rensou's arm as his left arm hooked under Rensou's left armpit, grasping his right shoulder and immediately hurling Rensou at his own balls with force. At this point, it was likely that Rensou and his balls would collide. The property of the balls would help assure that, as they sped towards him at a rapid rate.

[Rensou Hiruen]

Fatal mistakes. A single miscalculation in any formula could prove explosive and dangerous, a single misspoken word could ruin a relationship to the point of no return in an instant. Without proper coordinates, a vessel could travel for eons and never reach the desired destination. Errors, at times, went unpunished. The hands upon the clock had decided that this very moment, there would be punishment. It would abound, gloriously heralded but unresolved, the current mishap was one of terrible repercussion, but alas, it were not fatal.

The Inaurian had miscalculated the timing required to grapple with Rensou so intricately after the firing of his jab, which was first and foremost a punch that aided in the establishment of distance, as well as timing. The strike had been propelled from a great distance, and the Inaurian attempted to clear such an expanse with no weight situated on Rensou's feet whatsoever. . .as always, the Saiyan was ever prepared to defend. Reactive to action, especially those of an offensive nature such as the lunge made by his opponent. Had Ikezu chose to stay in the pocket and exchange blows, the spheres would have crushed him and swayed the fight heavily in Rensou's favor. As it stood, the last Inaurian and the last Hiruen both had equal probability of taking the match as the movement of the lion caused the twin weapons to speed harmlessly by.

Thus, as his fellow soldier attempted to take him by surprise, Rensou had skillfully bounded backwards but with enough distance to strike Ikezu from afar, and as his foot severed ties with the floor and his hip turned the leg into a fierce kick it was suddenly apparent that the Inaurian would be ill-prepared for the boot speeding toward his face. The physics of Ikezu's movements pointed towards results. . .after all, to attempt to close the striking distance and intricately place the Saiyan in the path of his own armaments. To further intensify the odds of a cataclysmic strike against his partner, ducking beneath the blow would be hampered as a sphere had lost momentum only to barrel back towards the pull upon it, and between the pull and it lay that Inaurian. With mental calculations more closely akin to attuned combative reflex, Rensou aimed that sphere low. The second Tsuronoha was averted away from Ikezu to sweep past him and return to Rensou's aid, as if he required the defense~

To put matters more simply, Rensou had nimbly bounded backwards to avoid the lion and his orbs had sped past the man whom had changed position so abruptly. With his opponent off balance with his missed attempt, the General had chosen to commit to a high kick aimed for the face whilst one of those beloved heirlooms sped towards Ikezu from behind, aimed low. . .while the other was being set on the defensive. Without the zanzoken, the distance these orbs were attacking at would have not been possible, but with them they had become bullets fired by a sniper.

Fatal mistakes. To remain in the range of those hands, feet, and spheres was folly.

[tsukare]

Ikezu watched the foot flying to his face and turned sideways enough to see the green ball flying towards his leg. Soon both legs left the ground as he twisted through the air, launching a ki blast at Rensou’s base leg. The power of the blast would be enough to separate Rensou from the ground and give Ikezu the opportunity he needed.

That previously stored supply of energy was released instantaneously, and Ikezu vanished from thin air appearing underneath Rensou driving his fist up to Rensou’s kidney and his other leg to the side of Rensou’s chest. The force of the kick would be enough to catch the general and slam him into the ground. The timing of the attack would occur so quickly after Ren had lost his footing that it was unlikely he would be able to defend against it, at the same time Ikezu was careful not to get in the cross hair of one of those green orbs. Once Rensou was on the ground Ikezu would fly backwards launching a flurry of energy blasts at him at rapid succession. Once he was about 15 feet away, he’d resume a defensive fighting stance, and raise his ki level to his normal amount. The display, if caught by the gladiator would seem as if Ikezu was allowing Rensou an opportunity to strike now.

“Your turn.” Ikezu said with a grin.

[Rensou Hiruen]

It seemed the Inaurian had the uncanny ability to survive even the best placed shots, which simply meant Rensou would have to increase the frequency of his onslaught. The whipping high kick sheared overhead as the Inaurian twisted, skillfully evading an attack that had harassed him from his rear at that exact instant. The attacking sphere screeched to a halt as it began to once again revolve around Rensou, whilst the brother waited for the opportunity to perform the tast it had been set to just moments before.

Defense. A thunderous blast of energy was being propelled by the Inaurian, aimed low at the sole leg planted beneath Rensou in a practical attempt to make him lose his footing in an effort to set further devastation to work. The blast left the clawed grip at close range, but that ball had been set to stop such efforts. As it revolved around the Saiyan, it saw the assault against the master and sped to aid him from the damage. The two spheres collided, and Ikezu's own was launched into the wall whilst Rensou's own compacted energy reservoir merely bounced backwards before it resumed that revolving motion.

It was at that point that Rensou realized he would need more than the momentum of his opponent to reliably land a major offensive, as his kick had left him vulnerable. The warrior known as Ikezu took the opportunity to put the very move Rensou had aided him in attaining against him; the Zanzoken occurred rapidly, and placed the warrior low to the ground in his sideways state. With but one foot upon the floor, Rensou was immediately removed from the realm of the standing as his shin was kicked from under him and his body toppled towards the floor. With a reaction time far ahead of his actual impact, the Saiyan managed to catch himself with an extended arm and propel himself back to a standing position.

The Saiyan spun to face his foe, but the impact of ki against armor startled him as the first blast collided solidly, gaining a stumbling step back from Rensou whom had not rebalanced his fighting stance at that point. Those coal eyes watched as countless more plummeted towards him, and he set those Tsurunoha spheres to work. . .that pair weaved a rhythmic, swirling dance as they ricocheted from blast to blast with coordinated defense, pushing the remaining assault away from Rensou. As the smoke cleared, the Saiyan was relatively unscathed and had expended little energy at this point, whereas the Inaurian had attacked with the ferocity of, ironically, a lion. Rensou could only wonder as to the cardiovascular state of his soldier, but a new increase of his fighting power told him that the Inaurian had decided he would need more strength to dispatch the General.

“Your turn~” he grinned with tooth and fang, and Rensou returned the grin, brushing the center of his armor clean with a brush of his gloved hand. “Thanks,” uttered those lips as the grin turned to smirk. This Inaurian thus far had made a fool of his abilities, and Rensou resolved himself to attack with renewed vigor and ferocity. After all, no matter how many times the Inaurian struck him. . .the Saiyan could take vastly more in comparison. The difference between the adjusted strength of Rensou and the full power of Ikezu was marginal, but the disparity between what Rensou could withstand and Ikezu could deliver was even greater. Rensou had been fighting too defensively, focusing too hard on the counter-striking aspect of his repertoire. The time had arrived for offense to become his defense. With a push of his feet and a shuddering jolt of his fullest Bukujutsu, the Saiyan glided across the floor as obscene speeds towards an opponent whom had arrogantly decided to give him a free opportunity at reengaging him in striking range, one Rensou gladly took as when he did arrive, Ikezu would receive a probing jab to gauge the distance and two propelled thrusts of the spheres in quick succession. Whilst the straight was aimed at his face, the spheres sought to pummel his midsection. Whence that hand had returned to a defensive position after the punch, Rensou would turn his body and attempt a hard left uppercut with a step forward to accentuate the power. If the distance was closed, he would lash downward with a right elbow in an attempt to further stumble his foe and possibly draw blood, no matter what return fire was given. Rensou would reply on superior durability to win the day, and as the elbow lashed out the spheres slashes forward again, still intently focused on driving the wind out of the foe.

To hell with caution, we'll see who's the fiercer, Saiyan or Inaurian!?

[tsukare]

The gladiator skillfully evaded Ikezu's Ki blast using his balls, but Ikezu wasn't done there. In an instant he vanished, reappearing on Ren's side with his leg sweeping underneath him. It connected easily, and Ren was swept off the ground as Ikezu leaped backwards firing a rapid fire volley of ki blasts some of which hit, some of which didn't. As soon as he landed he took the defensive position and issued his opponent to take him on.

Which was obviously an enticing offer as his ally in arms rushed towards him at increasing velocities, ready for war. Ikezu knew he was far enough away, and saw him rush towards him long enough to release the full fury of an energy onslaught on his happy ass but decided not to in an attempt to make things more interesting.

The saiyan came to a halt, throwing a jab which wiffed as Ikezu slid to the outside. The second attack was faster and came as what would have been a devistating uppercut.

Ikezu had little to do, so he split himself into the fake Ikezu sliding to the outside, and the other ducking low and to the inside.

The one which ducked low would sweep to Rensou's lower body, and the second went with a roundhouse to his face.

Whether or not both attacks missed or hit as soon as they would have hit Both Ikezu's would be slammed HARD by a force which Ikezu could do little but believe. His hands grabbed the force and pushed hard with no avail, the burning orbs sizzled his stomach, tinging his hair and throwing him away. The fake Ikezu burst in a puff of air, and the real Ikezu was thrown away rolling on his back and landing feet first on the wall.

“To hell with caution, we'll see who's the fiercer, Saiyan or Inaurian!?”

His muscles tensed up, his fur whipping backwards, his chest stinging, his hands lightly touching the wall, his eyes narrowing in on the man across from him, his face contorted into a snarl as his fanged mouth opened. A loud roar exuded outwards with the ferocity of a beast as he used everything he had to kick off the wall, bursting forward at insane speeds, and unleashing hell on this man, this saiyan man. His right hand extended in a probing jab, as his left came up with a short but powerful hook. If the hook missed, his body would turn quickly as his left leg extended backwards in a powerful spinning back kick.

All this adrenaline kept his mind away from the sting of that ball and his mind was now focused on one thing.

Combat!

[Rensou Hiruen]

The Inaurian, Ikezu, had thrown caution to the winds and decided against opting for an absolute defensive approach as Rensou's furious flurry of attacks sent him ducking and weaving to evade the beginning of the onslaught, but soon after he performed some technique which split his power and created two separate beings. Rensou smiled at the introduction of the new ability, one he had never seen before, but the pleasure was derived from the necessity of the Inaurian to resort to such measures. With a second form to assault with, the Inaurians threw simultaneous kicks at the last Hiruen, and one thudded against his hip, pinching flesh between bone and causing minor discomfort.

Those hands were ablaze and ready, one alternating the attack and the other prepared to defend at any moment. At the approach of the high kick, a forearm shot up and the shin glanced off the bone and avoided the damage majorly. Rensou had his target in his sights, and dodging would be a secondary thing to blocking and remaining in the gunner's seat. Those Tsurunoha spheres finally struck gold, both of them! One served to abruptly end the body split, and the other pushed the foe away and served to infuriate the soldier, whom had performed a flawless defense until this point. With bared teeth and flaring aura, the Inaurian roared out his emotion.

Two fingers unfurled from the clenched fist of Rensou, curling towards him in a repeated motion as if to beckon his opponent forward, willing him into range of his pummeling fists, puncturing elbows, slashing shins and slamming knees. Those two orbs were fully upon the defensive, swirling around the former gladiator at such high velocities they marred his dancing aura with streaks of themselves as their revolutions produced but a blur. “Come on, kitty~” the Saiyan goaded. The Inaurian obliged him with at the highest point of his roar as his feet kicked off the wall and he became a blaze of violent color.

The speed at which the Inaurian was capable of at his current, elevated power was too much for the first attempted reversing strike of his sphere, and the jab struck, snapping the black locks of the Saiyan backward as he took a step forward to meet his foe. The hook from below was halted in approach, and the elevation of the impact point was halted. . .it ground with powerful force into Rensou's midsection, nearly taking his breath from him. Almost was not enough, and at such close quarters the kick would have been useless, and the Inaurian opted against it. It was Rensou's turn to play, his scar tissue had easily opened and was dripping blood from the impact of the jab.

Rensou had been ready for the transition to such close quarters, and his elbow lashed out with brutal force and practiced accuracy towards the cheekbone of the Inaurian in an effort to either break that very bone or split the skin atop it. Simultaneously, an orb had went on the defensive and was hooking in to smash into Ikezu's ribs. The likelihood that one of the attacks landing was enough that Rensou was fully prepared to continue without fear of terrible repercussions, and a knee shot up with such force that if Ikezu had been stumbled backwards or sideways by either attack, the Saiyan would go airborne as he sought to take the head of Ikezu off with a brutal flying knee.

If not, that leg would shoot upwards at close range and probably catch him in the stomach without the airborne aspect. At that point, one orb would be prepared to defend fully as the other was returning to the defensive. Rensou was prepared to give chase should the Inaurian decide he wanted nothing to do with Rensou at such ranges, but if he continued to do so whilst his limbs were outnumbered...there'd be hell to pay.

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Ikezu's jab knicked the saiyans steel skull, openning old scars with renewed vigor. His hook dug into Rensou's stomach so deeply that Ikezu could feel his innards churn around his fist. But that wasn't enough for the Saiyan, no. Battle was what they were born into, battle was what they strived for. Combat was to Saiyans, what water was to fish. Life.

However, in Ikezu's case. Combat wasn't merely life, it was peace. The one time in his being that he could forget the past, put all his past digressions behind him and let go of all the hate, all the sorrow, and all the pain that those things caused him deep down inside. Combat was the one place where Ikezu was free, truly truly free. The roar from before wasn’t anger, but excitement.

At last was there a man whom could match Ikezu's cunning and ferocity with equal tenacity, a challenge had arrived and Ikezu was happy to meet it.

That's why, as Rensou's elbow connected with his face, it wasn't pain painted across his furred maw, but exaltation and utter joy. The blood spilt forth, but that didn't matter. What he lost in blood he gained in life. The force of the blow was enough to move Ikezu to the side, and as he did so he caught a short glimpse of the green sphere coming towards him, in an instant he was airborne twisting his body around as Rensou lept into the air knee first, Ikezu's left foot would land on Rensou's knee as his right foot stomped down into his chest. As this happened he would flip backwards with a knee to the back of Ren's head if the last two attacks were left unhaltered.

If they were, than he'd flip backwards blasting Ren with a ki ball (which would serve more as a distraction) as Ikezu dived back down waiting for the instant that Ren would attack. If he didn't that Ikezu would execute a teep (push) kick with his right leg, roundhouse with his left (to Ren's legs), and spinning hook kick with his right to his neck.