[Dark Collision: Rensou against Dao](Complete)

[Rensou Hiruen]

The barren and desolate landscape known more appropriately as the Scorched Plains was the perfect arena for confrontation on the entire planet of Vegeta. No life existed here, the ground was a concreted mass of melted sand that shimmered in spots under the light of the twin suns, akin to blackened glass. The landscape was mostly flat, with the occasional rise and dip upon a surface that still smoked to an extent.

Dao nor Rensou would find a place to escape sight and catch their breaths, no trickery was possible in this place because a Saiyan or Demon could see for miles all around him. Here, there would be no guess as to where the foe was in relation to oneself. There would be no where to run or hide for either man.

The demon would follow him, that was certain, unless he were a being to issue a challenge without action to back it. Rensou had hoped that was not the case. Dao had challenged the ability of the man in stating that his powers were not enough, and whether he had meant to offend with that word and his silly bickering about points of power.

At the level of strength the two men were at, Dao would only hold a slight advantage in physical and ki ability. The question remained if he could use that slight advantage to the utmost to defeat Rensou Hiruen. That Saiyan was a technical masterpiece of fighting flesh, a warrior amongst warriors. In his lifetime, the last Hiruen had been the victor of so many fights he could not begin to calculate just how many men he had defeated, and upon one hand there was a single finger to express how many times he had tasted defeat at the hands of another.

As Dao would land, Rensou would drop the heavy weights upon his wrists and ankles from his body to render his movements uninhibited, and his aura of green and blue intermingling to become one violent fire of aqua would erupt around him.

"Begin this, Demon," Rensou would ask of him, for he wanted not the newcomer to a world he might not survive to not find his Saiyan hosts inhospitable!

[midnightdao]

Dao Midnight followed rensou's energy signature to the spot of battle. It was a wide field without trees or dead ground. He smirked as he landed a few feet from the saiyan. He then took a stance on the ground, an attack stance looking at the saiyan gladiator.

"Now i will show you the powers of my race...you will not die for the orders of the king state no death, but your used to killing as am i and the reason i left the demonic realm was because the last demon king i served cast me out, for attacking him out of rage. He had my friend killed, so i lashed out and he banished me. He probably dead now but that was then, this is now."

He then used zanzoken to make 5 after images of himself and they circled rensou, they then closed in around rensou and he began his attack, striking for the gut with a kick, along with his legs in an attempt to lower mobility on the saiyan.

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[Rensou Hiruen]

The demon Rensou would soon be locked in struggle against had decided to rush him with the utmost of speed to close the distance and engage him in melee combat. The former gladiator champion had been in such situations many times in his illustrious career, and this one was no different. After the first use of the Zanzoken, Rensou's fighting mind had realized that Dao's attack would probably carry great strength. This would be no pawing jab, the attack that was undoubtedly on the way would be one meant to cause harm rather than test capability.

After the second Zanzoken, the rhythm of the Demon's movement was aware to Rensou. A third and fourth clarified the short bursts of speed in an effort to confuse, but the repetition only served to educate a collected fighting mind of at which point and where Dao would arrive before him to deliver his assault. Upon the fifth use of the technique, the battle would commence, and after the fifth, Dao would appear before Rensou at a range too distant to strike out with his fist.

All of that had been assessed not through a thought process, but of sheer mental reflex attained after a lifetime of combat.

The attack belayed the range of a kicking strike, but for his head or his body Rensou was unsure. That was of no matter. Stepping forward to meet Dao at the end of the last use of his Zanzoken, the demon fired his leg as Rensou continued his approach. In the end, whether the attack was aimed at his head or body meant nothing. The leverage of the strike had been severely diminished as the Saiyan literally chose to take the attack to deliver his own.

Rensou felt the impact of Dao's thigh against his ribs, and his face smiled brightly, determinedly only a third of a meter from the opponent. Despite the attack landing, it had done little to no damage whatsoever, only the slightest momentary recognition that Rensou had been struck.

There was no room in such close quarters to deliver a punch, for much like the kick Rensou had blocked with his body through superior strategy such a strike had not enough time to accelerate. Rensou had already known to use his elbow as a striking point, to the point that he had no idea he would perform such an attack.

The short elbow was aimed for Dao's forehead across his brow, an attack that moved horizontally from above Dao's right eye to his left. The sharp striking point would serve as both blunt impact and slicing sharpness, for the bone beneath the skin would lacerate the skin above the eyes of the demon and pour blood into his eyesight if the attack were to land. At such a distance and with but one leg beneath him, evading the speed and precision would be difficult. And with Dao's body postured as it were, his arms would be very taxed to block it as well.

“Perhaps you should think before you rush headlong, demon,” Rensou would advise, whether he had split the skin of the man or not. The message was simple, telegraphing your intentions would be repaid with defeat.

[midnightdao]

Dao Midnight saw rensou's body move but was too busy using zanzoken to notice it fully, he reacted though and headbutted the elbow. Apon doing this he stepped back, grabbing his head. "Dang, your bones, you must drink pleanty of milk..." He said sacastically, his head ringing somewhat. He then screamed. "This is what i expected, a good fighter, it's been awhile since i felt such pain." He then readied himself, a few feet away from staggering from the blow for the next attack..

"I have yet to know your name...mine is Dao Midnight." He replied awaiting the next assault.

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[Rensou Hiruen]

The jar of bone against bone sent rippling shudders of pain up Rensou's arm, the shoulder remained within the socket but Rensou was unsure if a break had been dealt or not. Settling his body after Dao had broken away, stumbling with pain, his skull clenched in his palms, allowed Rensou a moment of recovery. He tested the joint with a lift of his arm. It was still functional, and he bit back the pain. Blood rolled down into his glove where the skin had superficially split, but the limb was very much able.

Damage assessed, Rensou became a man of action as the demon introduced himself, calling forth energies within himself to his command and creating a pair of twin orbs at his sides. The Tsurunoha thus activated, he lunged towards the opponent, who was obviously on the defensive. With the twin baubles of condensed ki spinning around him the distance was closed.

"Rensou. . ." the Saiyan cried as he propelled the first orb along with the second towards the sides of the demon's already throbbing skull in wide, looping arcs. If they were to strike, the damage would be akin to a jab of Rensou's fists. That is, if only one of the two made contact; in the case of two connections the crushing force would be terribly destructive.

"Hiruen!" he finished his introduction in mid-attack, propelling a right straight down the center towards the face of Dao with such speed it would impact at the same instant as the three orbs.

The ability to mentally control the two attacking orbs in additional to attempt to strike with his conventional limbs was the true talent of the warrior, and it had been the defeat of many. Rensou was rushing forward with reckless abandon now, the effort to finish his foe evident.

The wolf smells blood!

[midnightdao]

As Dao Midnight's readied himself for the next attack. His scouter beeped, alearting him that two moderate energies were forming on both sides of the makaioshin. He then used the technique 'Zanzoken' to move so fast, the balls went through the after image he then reappeared infront of Rensou: The saiyan gladiator with a strong uppercut to the chin but as he got in there was rensou with a straight punch. He caught it with his left hand, the fist cupped into the palm and preformed a high kick from his right leg to the now open chin of rensou while still holding his fist, he thought that this might give the saiyan more pain to deal with He would then throw him into the sky, hoping to try some air combat.

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[Rensou Hiruen]

A sixth usage of the Zanzoken in the span of seconds, certainly the demon was tired from the use of it. More importantly than that, he had attempted to dampen the blow of Rensou's elbow but had manage to completely obliterate his senses as the action proved futile and Dao had driven his brow into the point. Six uses of a taxing technique and a blow with the force of Rensou's power and his own combined, certainly the demon was fighting with desperation now. Either that was the case, or he was the most durable warrior Rensou had ever faced.

The twin spheres whistled past the other in a complete and utter miss, and his hand was blocked and grasped by all of the demon's might as he had begun to ready another kick with the twist of his hips. Luckily he had thrown the blow with his right leg, and Rensou's left arm was completely free. It rose and blocked the hard shin of the opponent with little effort. It was at that point that Rensou attempted to take control of the situation again.

The blocking forearm rolled up and over the stationary leg before it ever had the chance to retract, catching it at the joint. That arm locked, pulling the leg closer to Rensou's body. Dao may have had it in mind that he was tossing Rensou skyward, but the Saiyan had shown his intent, he wished this fight to remain where it was for the moment. With only one leg to put into his attempted toss, that proved to be a fruitless effort. Rensou remained planted, the demon's leg firmly in his grasp, and his own hand within the demon's own.

This left both fighters with an interesting situation, locked as they were. Both of Rensou's arms were occupied, one clutching Dao's leg and the other held in the Demon's grasp. That left Dao with one arm to punch or elbow as he chose, and Rensou with two legs to toss the demon free of himself at any moment. The Saiyan, for now, was happy to hold onto his foe.

Why, exactly? Simple reasoning. The Tsurunoha had no dissipated when it had missed, the energy balls were eternal for as long as Rensou could maintain them. They had been swirling back around for the entire length of the brief melee exchange and were now poised directly behind Dao's back, where his lungs would be. Rensou would refrain from attempting to snap his ribs and with the impacting force of the orbs, puncture lung with the shards of bone sure to result from such a strike. However, they would impact with enough conjoined force to severely damage the demon.

Of course, the demon was free to drive his free hand into Rensou's face, and the spheres were much too far away to block such an assault. However, a punch from a man with one leg and the other still held high in Rensou's armpit, the demon was far too contorted to deliver an adequate strike to break the hold of the Saiyan. Even with his minute power advantage, he was standing upon a useless foot. And that single foot and the way the other was latched on to would render his punches laughable.

Rensou presented his ultimatum, “Forfeit, demon, or I will drive my friends behind you with such force they will rob you of the air you breathe. Forfeit, admit defeat, and we'll tell the king we were evenly matched,” and with that the last Hiruen had shown but the tiniest inkling of mercy, for Dao would forever know that he was defeated. Surely Dao's scouter would tell him of the positioned energies behind him, crackling with energies and poised to strike. The first strike Dao launched would be answered with the slamming force of the spheres. If he even so much began to struggle after Rensou's offering, they would strike. It was doubtful Dao could overpower the two anchored legs of Rensou Hiruen, even more difficult for him to break his leg free with such a lock. Any attempt at the Bukujutsu would be answered by Rensou forcing his Bukujutsu down. Dao had one option, at least in the mind of Rensou Hiruen, he could take his gracious offering or he would be forced to fight without a single gulp of air as his lungs were momentarily collapsed.

Or did he? Only the next few moments would tell, but for now Rensou Hiruen paused.

[midnightdao]

Dao was somehow in an impossible to break lock and now his lungs were in pain. Good grief! I'm fought a gladiator. if i transform to beat him it'll make me look weak in his eyes. why should i have to transform to beat him, he's evenly matched with me...i'm fucked if i continue this fight with so much damage...i must train a new technique soon. Hopefully so history won't repeat itself.

He then spoke then coughed up blood. "alright rensou, you win. within the boundaries the king set for me in this fight, we are evenly matched i must strive to be a better, well that's not important, lets see the king amd by the way, i didn't one run for my weapon, i just did my thing, but it was a trap grabbing your fist so when you let go, i'll let go and we'll go see the king.

He then smirked, "You took away my weapons of attack, thats good. Everyone needs to get beat down once..." He smirked as he only saw one of his techniques...and he only saw one of his, maybe next time he'll do something else, who knows...

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[Rensou Hiruen]

The Saiyan relinquished his hold, his lungs finally at rest after the extended exertion it required simply to hold the leg of the demon that far overpowered him! The fight had been more than a test of himself against Rensou, Dao Midnight had made it a matter of pride for the Saiyan. Although it was probably not his intent, his word choice had driven the Saiyan to deliver his all, and if Dao had selected his words more carefully he would have probably reigned in victory.

Saiyan honor is a powerful motivator, and throughout the ages had continued to prove a necessary thing for the survival of the race. At times it led to self destruction, but it was moreso a benefit than anything. The scarred, tanned Saiyan released his hold and stepped back away from Dao Midnight, his spheres still activated but their power diminishing. If the Demon found it within himself to reengage Rensou at this very moment, he would have found the Saiyan incapable of fighting back. He was certainly spent.

"We both win, Demon Knight," the Saiyan grinned, extending his hand to Dao, and if he accepted it, Rensou would shake it proudly and attempt to pull the man in close to clap his back with enthusiasm. It had taken everything Rensou Hiruen had to eke out the defeat, but what if this had been a fight to the death? It was definitely possible that if the battle had continued, he would have been the loser, and likely would have.

"You're a strong foe and a worthy comrade, and I look forward to our future battles, both against each other in sport and against the enemies of the Saiyan empire!" Rensou said with honesty and awe in his voice. He had never met a man whom attacked so recklessly as Dao Midnight, and if that recklessness could be honed with Rensou's own precise fighting style, he would become a nightmare for any opponent.

"Let us go see the king, as far as I am concerned, this match is a draw. Had it continued, you would have won! I'm tired, and in need of a good meal!" the last Hiruen chuckled, kicking off from the blackened sands of the Scorched plains in the direction of Saru city. He would slow his pace until Dao flew by his side, for he was beginning to consider the man a worthwhile comrade.

[midnightdao]

Dao Midnight nodded in agreement. "We would have broken each other and have been useless to the king if we continued...and being bed ridden isn't my fortei if you get what i'm saying." He then lifted off, flying by rensou speaking, holy fuck, that was intense, we could have got seriously rensou, and i decded to fight you on your terms. Without using overwhelming force as i usually do, a change of pace which didn't cheat either of us from using skill but man i'm starving, there should be something to eat at saru city. He said now flying beside rensou.

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[Zach]

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Power Level increase of 3100 is awarded to Rensou and 550 to Dao. Enjoy guys, and Dao, keep working on grammar and description. As you improve your RP’ing, the yield of the topics will improve as well.