Post by raizon on Jan 23, 2012 21:28:55 GMT -5
[Some Things Just Never Change..]
The day had been a rather marvelous work of art-- save, fate held it's hand in the on-going abouts. The gentle breezes which were occasionally presented swayed over every existence within the confines of the rather large structural of death. Maybe there had been another reality or parallel existence which had merged with this one, which had brought those within together? By some unknown and rather ambiguous means, everyone located within the sanction was tied together. The stands had been rather large and vast in area-- it made up nearly two-thirds of the region, easily. Each face had been smiling, laughing, mockingly pressing the two combatanants onwards with words of valor and vigor. Words that could have easily changed the way this planet operated but unfortunately, hadn't. Within the middle of the large place, there had been, what appeared to be, a large 'stage' for the actors at hand, it's ivory porcelain properties ranging into that of a rather large 'square'. Natural life and grass had been sustained on the outside of this elevated 'ring', which had oddly enough, looked perfectly maintained and without mar. This wasn't by shortcomings of combat, but by rule-- those who had landed upon said grass were immediately disqualified from their particular match. On opposite ends of the large tile, there had been two existences, physically appearing to be all but short of breath. Short of life. Short of reason.
One of them held more of an aristocratic-ambiance to himself, though not initially apparent given his current state. Ebon flocks upon his head were now lowered [rather due to lack of lust, or because it had been apart of a struggle was unbeknownst] as there had been salty beads of liquid falling down his fair face, those piercing brown occuli glancing towards the other who had been stopping him from his ultimate objective; freedom. Under the sun's beams of lights, the struggle between the two of them was visible to the spectators, given Raizon's battle suit had been roughly destroyed, leaving only tattered strands of what used to remain, while his body had sustained the same kind of wounds-- given, he had still remained intact. Standing in his battle position, which had consisted of nothing more than both of his legs spread shoulder-width apart, his upper torso had been pivoted to the right, with his own left arm arched downwards, though implementing a slight arch where his elbow and arm would inter-connect. His right arm brought upwards to his eye-level, it was arched at the elbow as well, with his body having been lingering now in a crouched position, elevated only a foot or so from the ground. It was as menacing as intimidating.
"You're doing well, Laiz! You keep it up at this rate, and you just might win!"
A remark made for fun, but something about the cryptic message could have easily led a few who were observant enough to notice, to believing that Dozah had been the stronger of the two-- making him the second strongest of the trio. His opponent and rival had been so aware of this fact, the three of them hadn't argued on this fact and they surely hadn't minded. A Saiya-Jin's pride was all they had sometimes and deep down, each of them had known that they were all powerful in their own right. In some aspects, possibly better than the next. His opponent was standing in a rather feral position which consisted of nothing more than his own legs being spread apart at shoulders width, however, he held both of his arms up in front of him and over his chest, cascading over one another. His own brown follicles were 'drained' as well, lacking it's lusterous gleam. His own features had been rather 'diminished'; it wasn't that he was lacking physically, it had been that he simply had the 'willpower' to carry onwards, which was what made him even faintly attractive to some. Unattractive to most.
"Now, you know as well as I do that now's not the time for talk! So let's say we make this next exchange the last exchange, huh?"
The look of the arena itself was what really captivated both the crowd and the rather boisterous announcer who hadn't physically presented himself since the beginning of their bout, which was possibly the smartest decision. There had been rather small and abrupt dentures within the pearlescent ground underneath both warriors, something both of them had been rather proud of from the start of this match, though the longer it proceeded, the more either one of them wanted the victory for themselves. They wanted to win. This match had began as one to further their goals independently, but elevated to both of them wanting to win for themselves. To prove themselves worthy in not only their own eyes, but to the eyes of those around them. Closing his eyes for a moment, Dozah only concentrated upon that well of 'energy' within him, most of it spent on prior attempts but this one was going to be the deciding one. This one was going to either win his freedom or forever keep his role as a mere 'fighter'. Inhaling deeply, a literal moment passed before around his form, there had been a rather miniscule plume of winds as they shifted around his form. Only moments later had the wind been given an ivory taint to it, as he opened his eyes and allowed his emotions to settle which resulted in an immediate spike in both energy and aura around himself. It had been white and jagged, but apparent nonetheless. He pressed down on the gorund underneath him, taking off in what looked to be a dash towards the other.. but then again, he could have been simply manipulating the energy to fly. Whatever the case, his purpose had relied on his next few attacks.
At a mere moment's notice, the crowd began to ravage once more at the sight of more battle, their excitement driving both fighters into a state of 'mad calmness'. A clear mind was what decided a match, but it took a calm mind during the most vital of situations to determine not only the victor, but who would take it all home. As Raizon had closed the distance between the two in what felt like hours, he immediately brought himself to a halt on his right leg, bringing his own left foot upwards and arching it, aiming for a knee to Laiz's gut. Laiz wasn't so gullible to believe such, bringing his own right foot upwards and mimicking the other's motions, resulting in a gridlock of appendages-- a small gust of wind was brought up from such. Bringing his right arm around in an attempt to slam it clear into Laiz's jaw, Laiz had caught the punch within his own left hand and attempted to do the same-- an act of mimes. Seconds passed as they had been now within a true lock; neither could move as fluidly as they would have liked. This was what they had wanted however. The next moves would be the decision maker. Bringing both of their cranium's back, that accumulated power from both was released in a rather unorthodox method. Bringing their heads in at the same time, a powerful head-butt was executed between both, resulting in both of their forms being flung backwards a rather large distance in the same direction they started from.
Skidding, both of them had landed at what looked to be the edges of the ring itself, the audience with a mixture of displeasure and excite clamoring for the decision.
"Now look at this! Both fighters appear to be at the edge of the ring! I think this could result in--" Shallow words spoken by the announcer who now, at this point, was standing in the ring himself after both of them struck one another.
[..Despite Change Being For The Better.]
They had both ended up in their situation due to fate-- it was her hand who reached and grabbed both of them by their collars and placed them against one another. However, both of them had wanted to reach the top together. Unfortunately, tournaments only meant that there would be one person reaching the pennacle. Alone. Through the adversity, tears, laughter, and even fights between the two of them, it was for this moment. It was for this one defining moment.
"The winner appears to be.. Laiz!" His words had been true. Through some act of fate, when both of them had collided and been slung across the stage, Dozah had rolled too far, resulting in his single pinky finger touching the beautiful grassy space around them. However, it appeared that destiny held a more attuned knack for stepping in. The crowd, now in an uproar, began to spout random on-goings of this-that-and-the-other.. but one thing stood out. The announcer hadn't walked over and checked on Laiz who, upon said inspection, was in the same situation. Only, his whole hand had been on the grass. This was, infact, Dozah's victory.
"Well, I'll be! Pardon me, Dozah is the winner! While his pinky APPEARS to be touching the grass, Laiz's WHOLE HAND is on the grass meaning he HAD to have taken the GREATER HIT! That's quite the surprise, folks!"
Hearing this announcement, Dozah on chuckled slightly to himself before allowing his riveting body to gain some sense of stability as he stood slightly, glancing over to Laiz who had been doing the same. "I.. guess.. this means.." His words held a sense of insecurity, almost as if he hadn't wanted to continue onwards. Laiz, raising his right hand of jurisdiction, he only waved it in front of his friend. "No.. we both win! Congratulations, man!" Walking over, he had flung that arm around Raizon's slightly staggering form and helped carry his friend from the ring to the waiting room. "Yeah.. you're right.." During this however, one could only help but think-- if Laiz held enough strength to help his friend who was staggering, maybe he had placed his own hand on the grass for Raizon to win? Whatever the case, this was a win for both as they had proved not only their worth, but their resiliency. Dozah couldn't help but feel relieved.
The day had been a rather marvelous work of art-- save, fate held it's hand in the on-going abouts. The gentle breezes which were occasionally presented swayed over every existence within the confines of the rather large structural of death. Maybe there had been another reality or parallel existence which had merged with this one, which had brought those within together? By some unknown and rather ambiguous means, everyone located within the sanction was tied together. The stands had been rather large and vast in area-- it made up nearly two-thirds of the region, easily. Each face had been smiling, laughing, mockingly pressing the two combatanants onwards with words of valor and vigor. Words that could have easily changed the way this planet operated but unfortunately, hadn't. Within the middle of the large place, there had been, what appeared to be, a large 'stage' for the actors at hand, it's ivory porcelain properties ranging into that of a rather large 'square'. Natural life and grass had been sustained on the outside of this elevated 'ring', which had oddly enough, looked perfectly maintained and without mar. This wasn't by shortcomings of combat, but by rule-- those who had landed upon said grass were immediately disqualified from their particular match. On opposite ends of the large tile, there had been two existences, physically appearing to be all but short of breath. Short of life. Short of reason.
One of them held more of an aristocratic-ambiance to himself, though not initially apparent given his current state. Ebon flocks upon his head were now lowered [rather due to lack of lust, or because it had been apart of a struggle was unbeknownst] as there had been salty beads of liquid falling down his fair face, those piercing brown occuli glancing towards the other who had been stopping him from his ultimate objective; freedom. Under the sun's beams of lights, the struggle between the two of them was visible to the spectators, given Raizon's battle suit had been roughly destroyed, leaving only tattered strands of what used to remain, while his body had sustained the same kind of wounds-- given, he had still remained intact. Standing in his battle position, which had consisted of nothing more than both of his legs spread shoulder-width apart, his upper torso had been pivoted to the right, with his own left arm arched downwards, though implementing a slight arch where his elbow and arm would inter-connect. His right arm brought upwards to his eye-level, it was arched at the elbow as well, with his body having been lingering now in a crouched position, elevated only a foot or so from the ground. It was as menacing as intimidating.
"You're doing well, Laiz! You keep it up at this rate, and you just might win!"
A remark made for fun, but something about the cryptic message could have easily led a few who were observant enough to notice, to believing that Dozah had been the stronger of the two-- making him the second strongest of the trio. His opponent and rival had been so aware of this fact, the three of them hadn't argued on this fact and they surely hadn't minded. A Saiya-Jin's pride was all they had sometimes and deep down, each of them had known that they were all powerful in their own right. In some aspects, possibly better than the next. His opponent was standing in a rather feral position which consisted of nothing more than his own legs being spread apart at shoulders width, however, he held both of his arms up in front of him and over his chest, cascading over one another. His own brown follicles were 'drained' as well, lacking it's lusterous gleam. His own features had been rather 'diminished'; it wasn't that he was lacking physically, it had been that he simply had the 'willpower' to carry onwards, which was what made him even faintly attractive to some. Unattractive to most.
"Now, you know as well as I do that now's not the time for talk! So let's say we make this next exchange the last exchange, huh?"
The look of the arena itself was what really captivated both the crowd and the rather boisterous announcer who hadn't physically presented himself since the beginning of their bout, which was possibly the smartest decision. There had been rather small and abrupt dentures within the pearlescent ground underneath both warriors, something both of them had been rather proud of from the start of this match, though the longer it proceeded, the more either one of them wanted the victory for themselves. They wanted to win. This match had began as one to further their goals independently, but elevated to both of them wanting to win for themselves. To prove themselves worthy in not only their own eyes, but to the eyes of those around them. Closing his eyes for a moment, Dozah only concentrated upon that well of 'energy' within him, most of it spent on prior attempts but this one was going to be the deciding one. This one was going to either win his freedom or forever keep his role as a mere 'fighter'. Inhaling deeply, a literal moment passed before around his form, there had been a rather miniscule plume of winds as they shifted around his form. Only moments later had the wind been given an ivory taint to it, as he opened his eyes and allowed his emotions to settle which resulted in an immediate spike in both energy and aura around himself. It had been white and jagged, but apparent nonetheless. He pressed down on the gorund underneath him, taking off in what looked to be a dash towards the other.. but then again, he could have been simply manipulating the energy to fly. Whatever the case, his purpose had relied on his next few attacks.
At a mere moment's notice, the crowd began to ravage once more at the sight of more battle, their excitement driving both fighters into a state of 'mad calmness'. A clear mind was what decided a match, but it took a calm mind during the most vital of situations to determine not only the victor, but who would take it all home. As Raizon had closed the distance between the two in what felt like hours, he immediately brought himself to a halt on his right leg, bringing his own left foot upwards and arching it, aiming for a knee to Laiz's gut. Laiz wasn't so gullible to believe such, bringing his own right foot upwards and mimicking the other's motions, resulting in a gridlock of appendages-- a small gust of wind was brought up from such. Bringing his right arm around in an attempt to slam it clear into Laiz's jaw, Laiz had caught the punch within his own left hand and attempted to do the same-- an act of mimes. Seconds passed as they had been now within a true lock; neither could move as fluidly as they would have liked. This was what they had wanted however. The next moves would be the decision maker. Bringing both of their cranium's back, that accumulated power from both was released in a rather unorthodox method. Bringing their heads in at the same time, a powerful head-butt was executed between both, resulting in both of their forms being flung backwards a rather large distance in the same direction they started from.
Skidding, both of them had landed at what looked to be the edges of the ring itself, the audience with a mixture of displeasure and excite clamoring for the decision.
"Now look at this! Both fighters appear to be at the edge of the ring! I think this could result in--" Shallow words spoken by the announcer who now, at this point, was standing in the ring himself after both of them struck one another.
[..Despite Change Being For The Better.]
They had both ended up in their situation due to fate-- it was her hand who reached and grabbed both of them by their collars and placed them against one another. However, both of them had wanted to reach the top together. Unfortunately, tournaments only meant that there would be one person reaching the pennacle. Alone. Through the adversity, tears, laughter, and even fights between the two of them, it was for this moment. It was for this one defining moment.
"The winner appears to be.. Laiz!" His words had been true. Through some act of fate, when both of them had collided and been slung across the stage, Dozah had rolled too far, resulting in his single pinky finger touching the beautiful grassy space around them. However, it appeared that destiny held a more attuned knack for stepping in. The crowd, now in an uproar, began to spout random on-goings of this-that-and-the-other.. but one thing stood out. The announcer hadn't walked over and checked on Laiz who, upon said inspection, was in the same situation. Only, his whole hand had been on the grass. This was, infact, Dozah's victory.
"Well, I'll be! Pardon me, Dozah is the winner! While his pinky APPEARS to be touching the grass, Laiz's WHOLE HAND is on the grass meaning he HAD to have taken the GREATER HIT! That's quite the surprise, folks!"
Hearing this announcement, Dozah on chuckled slightly to himself before allowing his riveting body to gain some sense of stability as he stood slightly, glancing over to Laiz who had been doing the same. "I.. guess.. this means.." His words held a sense of insecurity, almost as if he hadn't wanted to continue onwards. Laiz, raising his right hand of jurisdiction, he only waved it in front of his friend. "No.. we both win! Congratulations, man!" Walking over, he had flung that arm around Raizon's slightly staggering form and helped carry his friend from the ring to the waiting room. "Yeah.. you're right.." During this however, one could only help but think-- if Laiz held enough strength to help his friend who was staggering, maybe he had placed his own hand on the grass for Raizon to win? Whatever the case, this was a win for both as they had proved not only their worth, but their resiliency. Dozah couldn't help but feel relieved.
