Gerrek Vs Boliko

[hewhostandsalone]

The sunlight was beginning to fade from sight. Normally night wouldn't be so much of a concern, but Gerrek happened to be on Planet Vegeta. It's moon only made a nightly appearance every hundred and fifty years or so. That made nights pitch dark. Even the streets were dark at night if there wasn't a large number of street lights. Luckily it was that glorious time in between night and day, often known as dusk or twilight. The tall, red Arconian made his way through town, preparing to find some lodging for the night.

He'd have stayed in the same tavern as last night, but he could tell that he'd already overstayed his welcome with just that one night. Seems that those saiyans didn't take too kindly to being hustled. Not that Gerrek cared what they thought. Most saiyans didn't like him based on appearance alone. If not for the small handful of comrades he'd made on this planet in the past and the strong drink available here, he'd probably not visit this place nearly as often.

Those thoughts aside, he strode down the street with his mind fairly empty,

[Gray Callahan]

A lone saiyan moves along the back-alleys, his footfalls soft. His stolen clothing was truly a delight, much less irritating then the unrefined fur coat he had previously fashioned on the jungle world. His boots quietly tapped along the paving, and his armour seemed to gleam even in the shadows of the buildings.

Boliko had previously spotted the tall 'Arconian' being. He was intrigued by his look; he seemed to be as intelligent as a saiyan, yet he looked nothing like any being Boliko had ever seen. He was generally ignored by the other saiyans; not attacked by them as Boliko had thought when he first saw him among them. The mutated saiyan was interested; how strong might a being such as this be? He decided to postpone his quest for vengeance against the royals a little while longer; his instincts tell him it doesn't matter.

He walks after the alien, not trying to hide himself in any way. After all, why would a saiyan walking down a street be weird in a saiyan city?

[hewhostandsalone]

The nearly set sun painted brilliant colors along the few clouds that hovered in Vegeta's sky, its indirect rays glowing dimly against Gerrek's back. A chilled, dry wind blew down the street past Gerrek as he made his way towards the closest tavern. He halted in his tracks at that moment. Something caught his eye. The elongated shadow of another person extended up next to him. He realized now that the shadow had been there for some time now, lingering in his peripheral vision. He crossed his arms and turned around to face whoever it was. If they were following him, they'd obviously want something from him.

"Problem?" He asked the person now in front of him with a smug grin. The remaining light from the sun slightly obscured his view of the figure, making it difficult to make out his features. The vague silhouette hinted to him that the man was humanoid in shape. "It's rather rude to stalk people, you know?" He enunciated the last bit for effect.

He began to tap his left foot as he awaited some kind of response, his arms still crossed against his chest. He wondered why a Saiyan would be following him. Only one possible answer rang out in his mind: A fight.

[Gray Callahan]

"No problem."

The words came out as a growl, his voice still hoarse out of seventeen years of non-use. He twisted his head to the left, and curled his tail around his waist. Boliko wasn't sure what use his tail was to him (despite looking at the moon he was incapable of turning into an Oozaru, probably due to his genetic mutation). He sniffed the air, before turning to the 'alien' warrior.

"So what exactly are you, then?" he grunted. Considering he was a barbaric, uneducated killer, the use of the filler then was a superb mannerism.

He would wait for the answer before moving in for the battle. He certainly wished to test the being's capabilities - if the other saiyans hadn't attacked him he must be at least somewhat capable.

[hewhostandsalone]

This Saiyan's voice sounded raspy and rough. Maybe he hadn't had anything to drink in a while. Gerrek couldn't tell for sure. He didn't imagine that was the man's normal tone of voice, though it was only speculation. When the saiyan asked what he was, Gerrek felt that the question was more of a rhetorical one. This man didn't seem like he really wanted to know anything about anyone, let alone some random alien walking down the street. And yet here he was asking such a question. What was his angle? Why was he bothering Gerrek at all?

"I was born on Arconia, if you must know. Even I'm a little sketchy on the details of my heritage, truth be told." Gerrek fell silent after that, merely staring at the man and waiting for some kind of response from him. He still didn't know this man's motives. He'd been stalking him for a little while at least, so he definitely wanted something from Gerrek. But what was it that he wanted?

[Gray Callahan]

"Arconia, hmm..." the saiyan murmurs. He'd never heard of the world (it had been one of the first planets conquered by the Kold's Planet Trade Organization, hosting a wide array of sentient spaces which developed side by side. They made up the brunt of Frieza's previous force).

"I'd suggest getting out of town, Arconian. Whispers in the wind suggest that the city is going to go through some form of upheaval soon," he growled, turning away slightly, before cocking his head back and smiling coldly. "But perhaps you'd be interested in a spar? Certainly you're stronger than many on this supposed 'warrior-world.'"

The mutated saiyan appears to be happy, his lips curling into one of the first smiles of their existence - but his dark eyes are still gleaming coldly, analytically. This is but a form of playtime for Boliko, perhaps a warm-up to later events. He certainly does not mean to kill the Arconian; nay, for his appearance is too intriguing. A brief pulping is certainly more likely, however.

[hewhostandsalone]

Gerrek listened intently to the rough, almost raspy words that came out of the saiyan's mouth. He hadn't heard anything about an upheaval or rebellion of any kind. Then again, he wasn't from this planet. Far be it from any self respecting saiyan to let him in on the comings and goings of their broken diplomacy...if they even knew what diplomacy was here. And yet this saiyan had just given him a warning about it? Something was up. This Saiyan knew more than he was telling, and that was fine. The suspicious part was that he'd even offer a seemingly friendly warning to an off-worlder. "I appreciate the sentiment, but if that's true, then there'll be work for me to do. I'm a mercenary, after all."

When the mention of a spar came up, Zig raised one side of his brown at the man in skepticism. He was quite interested in this Saiyan, and clearly the feeling was mutual. Zig couldn't tell to what degree this man meant for their fight to go, but Zig was willing to display his abilities fully if there was a potential for work. There was also the lingering thought in the back of his mind that this particular saiyan was a step above most. From the way things sounded, he was stronger than the other saiyans. Not only that, but Zig was wondering if HE was the one whispering and the one causing the upheaval, too. Likely questions that could be answered after this match, if they were to be answered at all.

[Gray Callahan]

"A mercenary, eh?" The saiyan lamented, raising an eyebrow. A mercenary would certainly have to be an able fighter even if they relied on other means, in case they were left without access to these options. "You could be of use, later. Now, we fight." Despite Gerrek not giving a clear response, Boliko would never take no for an answer - they would battle.

Boliko steps out from the corner of the alley and into the middle; space was of the essence to a good duel. He crouches slightly, leaning backwards with his right leg, left forwards. He raises his right hand to face-level, palm open, and he holds the other at stomach level, fingers curled.

"Do play well, it may be less painful."

[hewhostandsalone]

I could be of use later? I'll take that as him admitting to being the 'upheaval'. After all, why else would he have need of a mercenary? It's not like one saiyan could cause an upheaval alone, anyway, is it? As these thoughts concluded Gerrek realized that this saiyan was already getting into his combat stance and preparing for battle. It seems that he isn't going to let me walk away without that match. I don't mind, though. This will answer some of my questions for sure. Gerrek half smirked when he thought this. He was disappointed that he'd yet to get a good drink today, so he couldn't use his signature technique. Still, he was ready for a fight.

Gerrek moved over in front of his would be opponent and turned so that his left shoulder was facing the saiyan. He widened and lowered his stance by spreading his feet apart a bit and then bending his knees slightly. His tail was currently relaxed behind him. The red arconian brought his left hand up, palm facing the sky with his fingers relaxed. His right fist was brought up to chest level with his palm facing down and his forearm parallel to the ground. He gave his neck one full rotation to pop it a few times before settling his gaze on the Saiyan.

"I'll do my best not to disappoint you."

[Gray Callahan]

Boliko grins, before propelling himself forwards with his feet at an insane speed. His image seems to blur with the momentum, as he swings out with a powerful right hook, aiming for the red Arconian's throat. He'd let out a low cackle as he did so, his muscles rippling beneath his attire.

Whether his punch did or did not hit is irrelevant to the next step; Boliko would slam upwards with his left knee, aiming to bring it into Gerrek's stomach, and wind him or do some internal damage. Boliko had a brutal strength, and yet his technique was quick and accurate; Gerrek would have his work cut out dodging both moves.

[hewhostandsalone]

It was instantly clear to Gerrek that this Saiyan was far stronger than him. He was even more powerful than most of the elites. His speed left Gerrek blinking. The rough looking man was standing in front of Gerrek before he could react. The punch caught him in the windpipe just as Boliko had intended and he was knocked reeling. He hacked and wheezed, gasping for air. It would not come, though. Instead his stomach took another heavy impact and he was lifted off his feet. The knee sunk deep into his abdomen before he was tossed into the air a few feet only to fall face first back to the ground.

Assuming that Boliko didn't continue his brutal assault, Gerrek would drool, hack, and wheeze some more as he gripped his stomach with both hands. Even if he transformed this fight would still be a difficult one. He hadn't fought someone this strong before... save for the Changelings. And he'd only fought one of them before.

"Damn..." He coughed a couple more times, his eyes watering. He got to his hands and knees before wiping his eyes clear. He would slowly get to his feet now if Boliko hadn't decided to resume pummeling him yet. Who is this guy? Someone as strong as him doesn't just fall out of nowhere. Maybe he's got what it takes to stir things up... Gerrek thought as he did his best to recompose himself.

Without another word he began calling on his full strength. His aura rose from his feet and rushed up his figure until it had engulfed him like a white flame. Slowly the flame took on a greyed metallic hue as it shifted to a transparent silver color. He growled as his power began to reach its full potential.

[Gray Callahan]

"Haha, impressive! That's more like it!" Boliko jeers as the alien powers up. The two were now around evenly matched* and Boliko was certainly looking forward to this. In this form the alien was also stronger than most, or all, elite-rank Saiyans in public service on Vegeta.

The saiyan grins as if reading the Arconian's thoughts; the irony of his thinking was that Boliko had truly just dropped out of the sky, out of a seventeen year exile. And, certainly, he would soon stir things up - single-handedly. But for now he was solely interested in this fight.

Jumping back from the red warrior, he punches outwards, despite a distance of several metres opening between the two. However, the strength of the punch creates a mid-level air pressure as the gas particles condense, sending a shockwave towards Gerrek. This was merely used to gain more distance between the two, so the fight could continue at a longer range.

* at time of original post this would have been the case for your Sheer Power.