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Post by Nam Reikonaga on Nov 21, 2011 15:28:10 GMT -5
Nam rested himself on the branch, watching his opponent from above. His leg ached from making contact with Zach’s bracers again; he was getting tired of that. What was odd, his leg actually hurt more than his possible internal hemorrhage. He wasn’t sure what, but something must have been damaged from that jab in the guts, blood stains on the ground near his previous location said otherwise. And it didn’t surprise Nam either; he was careless and his opponent obviously must’ve gotten excited after getting so close to his packs. It was like when you shoot a basketball and you KNOW it’s going to go in. But it’s not just the fact that you know; it’s that swishing sound from the net and the feeling all together. It was definitely a wonderful sensation.
Breathing heavily, Nam took advantage of the chance his opponent had given him; it seemed he was resentful about his last hit. Nam took the short moment of piece to catch his breath and concentrate his chi around point blank in his midsection. He didn’t know where, but he knew something was messed up in there. What should I do next… he asked himself. He couldn’t explain why, but he was getting excited. Maybe it had to do with the saiyan blood in his veins. He was ready to keep going and began to feel chills down the spine of his sweaty and muscular back.
I’m going to break that armor with my two hands if it’s the last thing I do… Nam said to himself, reassuring his next move. He tensed up and began to focus his energy. His body soon engulfed by his red aura, which flared wildly. He concentrated the majority onto his hands and legs, to increase power and impact ability. With this, he dashed with a roar, breaking the branch he was resting on and attempted a power packed punch to the center of Zach’s chest. Nam expected Zach might try to block with crossed arms, and for the first time, he was actually looking forward to it; for he was hoping Zach’s bracer’s would crack open and break. Once that happened, he would engage in a series of kicks and jabs.
Scenario two, Zach would dodge to either side and Nam would use zanzoken to leave an after image of himself and appear behind his adversary with a round house kick flaring to the right ear.
Scenario three, Zach would fail to block with his arms crossed –or for some reason decided not to- and Nam would then smash into his translucent chest plate, hoping it pops open and leaves his adversary open to consecutive attacks.
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Post by Zach on Nov 21, 2011 21:08:33 GMT -5
Descending slowly towards the ground, Zach kept a watchful eye on his opponent and observed as the boy above him tried to recover from the penetrating punch he’d been dealt. As Zach watched, he neared the ground and was getting ready to transfer energy into his armor to refresh it. However Nam appeared to have other plans and before Zach could land, the brunette virtually exploded with energy and came rocketing down at him. Zach was needless to say, surprised by such a massive offensive just moments after having his guts to thoroughly violated by the blonde’s fist.
Acting quickly, Zach raised his arms higher to protect his head, ostensibly limiting his view as Nam cut the distance between them in an instant. His opponent’s fist smashed directly into the ethereal armor chest piece, causing it to expend it’s energy in a dazzling multicolored display of light and then vanish taking with it his bracers and leg protection as well. Zach was stunned, not so much by the fact that Nam’s fist was now pushed firmly against his chest, but at how the other boy had picked just the right moment to attack. The remaining force of the impact to his chest, pushed Zach the rest of the way to the ground where he came down on his feet, his arms still up way to high, guarding his head.
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Post by Nam Reikonaga on Nov 21, 2011 21:58:32 GMT -5
Nam felt as his clenched fist successfully rammed into Zach’s chest plate and then stopped as he watched his opponent’s armor disperse in a display of colors and landed onto the ground. His hands were trembling, and he couldn’t decide what part of him hurt the most; his knees, the ruptured body part somewhere within him –which he was trying to regulate with his energy all this time, and the impact from his hands onto Zach’s armor. But it he was too shocked, or surprised to think about pain. His attention was fully laid on the fact that Zach’s armor, the piece of armor that threatened Nam all this time had finally cracked and disappeared. I-I did it… he thought.
Nam changed his awestruck gaze from his fist to his adversary, who also seemed to have been surprised. Nam was beginning to think the translucent energy armor would never give in, and finally it had. Nam smirked and couldn’t help but add, “It’s open season!” as he slanted his eyes on Zach’s beautiful, splendid pair of sweaty, juicy, and muscular packets. Nam wasn’t planning to let his opponent recover and lower his defenses, he loved those arms exactly where they were; shielding Zach’s precious face. Yes, the face is the most important and fragile body part; stay there and protect them as Nam practically drools and races toward the open breadbasket. You could just add a fork and knife to his hands, and maybe even a bib.
Nam was intended to jab his opponents midsection as much as he could and try and take the fight out of his opponent.
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Post by Zach on Nov 22, 2011 9:30:24 GMT -5
With his arms up above his head guarding his upturned face, Zach was still leaning backwards, a position that not only stretched out his midsection before his opponent, but like Nam had earlier, showed off the teen’s groomed underarms. Zach though left a small amount of his blonde hair, just enough to be considered a man and not just a boy. That however was the least of his concerns as Nam commented on his terribly vulnerable position and then took full advantage.
Punch after punch thudded into Zach’s stretched abdomen, sinking easily into his torso. Nam’s punches penetrated strait through his muscular defenses as Zach had been too awestruck to tighten up and now his guts were being mercilessly violated by the other boy’s brutal strength.
“Uuuuh!.... Oooooph!... Uuuuugh!... Uuuuhhh!...” the blonde teen gasped as his opponent brutalized his stomach and bother spit and air escaped through his mouth. He stumbled backwards, arms going out wide as he crashed into a tree and then gripped it for support. The brunette boy’s assault was destroying him utterly and was spreading a sickening sensation of tangible defeat through his guts, along with an ever growing urge to throw up. Zach knew now his only chance was to break away and use his ascended form to overpower Nam before the other boy could take the gut pounding to a knockout.
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Post by Nam Reikonaga on Nov 22, 2011 12:00:27 GMT -5
As Nam dug through his opponents guts, his conscience kept telling him that it had been enough already. But Nam countered it by telling himself that not even Zach would’ve given up such a juicy opportunity, if given the chance. This was a competition after all, a world –no Universal Tournament. With the incentive, he kept punching Zach’s stomach on to a tree. Since Zach had left himself completely open with his hands wide and gripping the tree behind him; Nam took the liberty of varying his punches and began to move from the midsection to the thoracic cavity, and back again. It was like a massager, but much more fierce. He wanted to add in a few kicks, but he was afraid the little time it would’ve taken him to switch from jabs to knees would have cost him his little advantage, and so he remained with his punches.
Finally he decided to change the routine and attempted a nice jab in the solar plexus. Nam expected his adversary would lean forward with the punch and leave his face out, vulnerable to Nam’s favorite roundhouse kick, which would send him flying to the right. Nam would then rush himself beneath his opponent; who’d be gliding inches away from the ground. Space which Nam filled as he supported his body with his hands, which pushed against the ground and sprung his feet upward onto Zach’s hips, in the back and propel him high into the sky; finally finishing the combo with as he quickly dashed above his airborne opponent and slam his joint fists onto his stomach, causing Zach to crash land back down on the moist ground.
He could have added an energy wave, but Nam’s conscience began to get the best of him and made him wait idly in the air, waiting for the dust to clear off and show his opponent on the ground. “You okay?” he said worried, and at the same time, trying not to laugh. It was a weird mixture of feelings. Nam was happy he was winning, but he never liked to hurt others TOO much. Then again, Nam felt he might have been insulting Zach’s resistance by worrying and tried to cover up the anxiety in his face with a playful grin. A grin that said; No hard feelings, right?
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Post by Zach on Nov 22, 2011 12:50:54 GMT -5
Zach continued to gasp and gag as Nam relentlessly destroyed his stomach, blasting punch after punch into the softened flesh. The boy’s strength was just leaking out of him with every impact to his guts. Then the punches roamed higher, punishing the blonde’s thick pectorals. He almost managed to tare himself away from the tree while the focus was on his more heavily muscled chest, but before he could get more then an inch away, the punches descended back to his midsection and nailed him back up against the tree.
The feeling of defeat was washing through his entire body and Zach was starting to get wobbly in the legs. Then to his horror, Nam hammered a punch into his solar plexus. The urge to vomit started to spike as Zach lost his grip on the tree and started to double over. An instant later Nam’s leg cracked across his face, opening up his lip and sending him airborne. The next thing he knew, another impact sent him higher. The blonde teen arced up into the air, his guts doing summersaults inside of him. Then Nam struck again, hammering his vulnerable stomach with a double fisted blow.
That was it, Zach’s innards could stand no more, the boy crashed to the ground on his back. The abdominal abuse had pushed guts to far and now they were signaling their surrender. Zach’s body shuddered as he rolled up onto his hands and knees and proceeded to vomit up everything he’d eat that day. Sweat poured off of his body as he emptied his stomach and then leaned up, sitting back on his knees while his arms tightly wrapped around his midsection.
‘I can’t believe this, this is so embarrassing. He actually got me to throw up.’ Zach thought, bashing his own pride. He was stronger then this, he trained specifically to take hits, and this boy had thoroughly wrecked him.
“No…” he stated, not in response to Nam’s question but it could very well have been interpreted that way. “It won’t end like this. I won’t lose, not this time!” he yelled and started to tense up every muscle in his body. If Nam was monitoring Zach’s energy he would feel it sputtering for a few moments and then skyrocket as his crimson aura exploded around him. Zach had ascended into his transformed state, drawing on the hidden reserves of energy all human’s possessed.
“I hope you enjoyed the show. Play time is over now.” the teen added a he climbed up to his feet and released his midsection. Blood was still trickling down his chin and dripping onto his chest, but otherwise Zach looked like he was a bran new man, the dirt from the impact with the ground having been burned off by his aura.
“Let’s dance.” he concluded and crouched, then blasted off strait towards Nam. In truth he was still hurting, but the transformed state gave him enough of a margin that he could hide it. Looking as strong and confident as he could, Zach rocketed towards Nam and intended to flatten him with a titanic right cross to the boy’s face.
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Post by Nam Reikonaga on Nov 22, 2011 13:41:58 GMT -5
Nam’s grin washed down and his face of worry surfaced as his opponent vomited on the floor. Maybe Nam did go a bit far, which asserted his decision to refrain from using an energy beam. But the worry for Zach didn’t last long as it soon turned into worry for himself. Nam watched as his opponent got up from the ground and his energy skyrocketed from the imaginary charts in Nam’s head. Whao! He was holding back a lot of power! he thought to himself.
Nam was stunned. He could only watch as Zach ricochet off the ground in his amazing new speed, which Nam could barely follow. Within seconds, his opponent was all over his face; literally, for he planted that knuckle sandwich firmly on Nam’s facet and sent him flying to the left. Nam barely managed to clench his jaw tight as he felt his adversary’s fist impact and his body began moving towards the direction his head wanted to go. He tried to stop himself, but the momentum was too great and he couldn’t equilibrate his body.
This was but another one of those moments where Nam wished he hadn’t cut off his tail. The memories of that moment flashed again through his mind. He could feel that piece of flesh mocking him from the dumps of human trash, as three mosquitos would fly around the dead and dull fur, which probably fell off by now. If Nam hadn’t cut off his tail, he could have thought of some kind of technique to simulate the moon. But it was too late for that now, wasn’t it. Along with these resentful thoughts, he countered them with a bit of moral reasoning. Nam can’t control his Giant Ape form; it was the reason why he cut it off in the first place. If he won using such methods, would he have really won? And what would’ve become of this inter-galactic tournament? Transform into a mindless monster, probably kill his opponent and destroy the entire arena; just so he can wake up alone in space later and die from suffocation.
Nam’s mind seemed to think of many things in one single moment. Sometimes, he wished his body could move as fast as his brain thinks. That would probably be the fastest thing he had. Since Nam was so vulnerable right now, he decided to use his energy to do the only thing he CAN do at the moment. And that was to engulf his body in a red energy barrier, to protect himself from attacks. It seemed like Zach’s unexpected transformation would result in a major game changer. Just a few seconds ago, Nam was winning. Look at how much a simple transformation could affect in a battle. Zach didn’t even look all the different to Nam. But his spiritual energy was definitely something to brag about. The difference between their power right now could probably be compared to the difference between Nam’s previous power level and his mother’s murderer; or perhaps, to his battle against that pink majin type being.
What was his name again? A yes… Meishi… Nam remembered seeing that horrid creatures face in the hallway as they waited for announcements. Which they were then suddenly transported to this arena, and that’s where all of this began.
It seemed Nam had been forgetting about another crucial element to his situation. Zach had mostly attacked with his physical body. Nam didn’t even know Zach could fly until a few moments ago, the only thing Zach DID do far was use his translucent armor. Meanwhile Nam had been constantly using his chi to perform moves like zanzoken, flying, and he even tried an energy wave. And now that Nam finally broke through the armor, his adversary brings out this little surprise. Who would’ve thought his opponent was hiding such power all of this time.
In conclusion, Nam had been running from Zach’s bone cracking bracers; constantly using his energy to do just that. While Zach had been patiently reserving his energy for this moment; that is, still assuming Zach’s armor was self-sustainable. This meant his little barrier couldn’t be as thick as he wanted, and his opponent would probably smash through it like glass. But at least it would help in something.
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Post by Zach on Nov 23, 2011 11:54:35 GMT -5
Cracking his fist across Nam’s face, Zach was pleased to see the boy end up getting sent flying by the punch. He knew he couldn’t stop to enjoy the feeling of taking control back, he had to finish the fight fast before he burned through his energy and ended up defenseless again. Pursuing Nam’s tumbling form, Zach closed with him and a moment after the boy put up his shield the blonde arrived and started to slam a wild flurry of heavy punches into the protective barrier, intending to simply bash the shield to pieces to get at the shirtless young man inside.
Nam had given his innards a working over so now it was time to return the favor, at least that’s what Zach was thinking as he thrashed away at the shield. If it broke without incident, the blonde teen intended to bolt forward and ram his left fist into Nam’s solar plexus. If that went as planned, Zach would continue his assault by grabbing a hold of the boy’s left arm with his right hand to hold him still, and lambaste his guts with uppercut after uppercut, again all to the solar plexus. He didn’t want to torture his opponent, but knew the punches would be brutally painful as well as horrifically draining and nauseating. It was those to latter effects he was looking for, weaken Nam and return the favor of emptying him of his lunch.
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Post by Nam Reikonaga on Nov 23, 2011 22:27:00 GMT -5
Nam ceased from trying to gain control as his opponent dashed towards him and instead focused of recovering from the hit. He knew it was only a matter of time before Zach’s punches would break through, and so Nam was trying to prepare for it. At last, the deed had been done and Nam’s adversary shattered the energy barrier and Nam tightened his abs as much as his current condition allowed and let out a sharp exhale, in the form of a grunt, as Zach rammed his fist onto his solar plexus. Vulnerable and helpless to do anything in the moment, Nam let his opponent grab onto his left hand as he began a series of hits in the aforementioned.
Every hit Nam would repeat the process of tightening his abdominal cavity and exhale the air in his lungs sharply; timing with the continual hits. It seemed like every time it became harder and harder to do this, for Nam had begun to feel numb and perhaps soon he would no longer have the ability to tighten his pecks. It was painful, and all he could do was float in the air and take the hits, because his opponent had now surpassed him in both strength and speed. It was already hard trying to inhale quickly, so he could have air to exhale in time with the jabs.
In this moment, it seemed to Nam that the battle had ended for him. Zach was now thanking him for the nice massage, and this situation screamed from the top of its lungs, now It’s my turn! The cluster of nerves that were being punctured without stop were screeching in pain, they were glad this was a tournament, and not a life and death situation. The only hope Nam had been getting down to the ground, and even then, the plan he had in mind was a long shot. Counting on the fact that he would not lose conscious, and that Zach would leave a decent interval between attacks to allow Nam to regain control of his body and initiate his final attempt to win this battle. Final, because he knew that if it didn’t work, only a miracle would save him.
Then there were those little details that Nam was probably forgetting, that would also determine whether he could pull it off. Nam felt his energy decreasing with every blow and his body turning numb, but the pain was still there, and he could puke on his opponents face if he wanted to. It occurred to Nam that it might’ve been a good strategy to gain some time to recover, as the vomit would surely disgust his opponent and make him recede. Regardless, it seemed dirty to him and decided to hold it in as long as he could and release in a fortune moment.
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Post by Zach on Nov 24, 2011 12:06:06 GMT -5
As Zach continued to administer a relentless beating upon Nam’s already savaged midsection, he could tell from the other boy’s facial expressions and other audible reactions that he was all but finished. Indeed, Zach could see the young brunette desperately trying to hold on to consciousness and probably his lunch as well. The blonde knew just how Nam felt, weak and humiliated at having his stomach, the center of his strength completely destroyed; It was something he’d endured himself more then once and didn’t want to drag it out any longer, he had to either get the boy to submit now or knock him out.
Leveling another two punches into Nam’s destroyed solar plexus, Zach then used his punching arm to reach around behind Nam’s head and one might have almost called it a tender embrace as he pulled the boy’s head in to rest on his chest. He knew there was a good possibility that as the beating continued Nam would likely vomit all over him, but it was to be expected. Besides, he’d observed a body of water nearby and would use it to clean them both up. As he held Nam against him, Zach diverted some of his enhanced energy back to his body armor technique and formed the protective fields, not for defense mind you, but to aid in brining Nam’s resistance to an end.
“It’s ok, just give in.” he whispered into the teens ear and raised his right knee, intending to plant it deep within the boy’s guts. “Just give in, I don’t want to hurt you any more.” he’d add along with a second a third, fourth and fifth knee provided Nam hadn’t either found a miraculous escape by then, thrown up, or passed out.
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Post by Nam Reikonaga on Nov 24, 2011 19:23:26 GMT -5
Nam felt something on his face, it felt bright and rough. He tried to focus his eyes and soon realized Zach had used his energy armor technique once more. This definitely discouraged him, with the tremendous increase of power level; his opponent now brings back the armor. Nam was practically dangling in the air as his adversary brought him into whispering distance and advised Nam to give in. Nam tried to respond, but right after the warning, Zach followed through with a knee jab in the guts.
Nam’s eyes widened and he could no longer hold in the vomit he was trying too hard to maintain, barfing all over Zach’s pectorals and his translucent armor. His vision blurred and he gasped and gagged for air. Zach again insisted in Nam’s forfeit and began to jab Nam in the guts twice and thrice again. Nam didn’t have the energy to counter; he just hanged there taking in the hits. I… will not give up… he thought to himself. He was planning on taking in all the hits, and watches this fight through to the moment his body just gives in and feints. Nam believed that as long as he was conscious, there would be a chance to save himself, no matter how slim the chance. Save himself in the sense of winning the fight, it’s not like they were going for each other’s life. No matter how you looked at it, this was simply a struggle between fighters to prove each other’s worth.
Nam couldn’t do anything but hang, so he closed his eyes and pretended to have feinted; hoping that Zach would take the bait and leave him on the ground. But even then, the chances that he would be able to open his eyes once again in the same day were slim, for he was quietly struggling for his conscious with pure will.
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Post by Zach on Nov 26, 2011 14:40:17 GMT -5
As Zach crashed knee after punishing knee into Nam’s stomach, he could feel the boy’s body go into spasm. Then it finally came up, Nam’s innards apparently had all they could take and Zach ended up getting Nam’s lunch right across his chest. His armor was completely frictionless though, which meant that the brunette’s would run off without a trace. The armor didn’t however cover his midsection and that was where Zach could feel the body temperature stomach contents, running down his torso.
“Eegh… Ok, not the best idea to hold you head against me… But you’re done, I’ll kill you if I do anything more to you.” Zach stated to his gagging opponent. Moving his one hand from behind Nam’s head to support him under his arm, Zach lowered himself and the other boy to the ground. He could plainly see that Nam was out of it, if not actually unconscious, then pretty close to it, hopefully the boy would just give in, if not, Zach thought he might have to resort to head shots as Nam’s body had clearly already had enough.
Lowering Nam to the ground and standing back, Zach looked about and tried to get his bearings so he could find that body of water he’d spied earlier. One thing was for sure, he didn’t want to be wearing Nam’s lunch for any longer then he had to. Once he’d cleaned up, then he would worry about if he’d victory had been attained.
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Post by Nam Reikonaga on Nov 26, 2011 23:54:41 GMT -5
There was something wet, and it was tickling Nam’s ear. He opened eyes, which blurred to his surroundings. It took a while, but Nam finally realized he had been laid down on the ground. He tried to move his hands, but they didn’t respond, and his legs didn’t either. Nam struggled to keep his conscious as he felt himself turning on and off as if clicking the light switch simultaneously. It was only a matter of time before the light bulb would burn out. Finally lying on the ground, his body was beginning to process everything and he began to feel all the pain his numbness was shutting off. He couldn’t focus his energy on the spot in his stomach and so he spat out blood once more; his body trembling from the pain and exhaustion. I… can’t… lose… he thought to himself. He began to gag again and cough as he tried to inhale more air than he could hold; it was as if he had surfaced from a body of water, after being in for an extended period of time. The jerking movements of his gags caused extra pain. With the feeling of pain, soon came back the movement of his limbs and he began to attempt standing. Nam’s plan was to hide in the forest until he could recover enough to continue the fight. He believed that perhaps Zach didn’t have the ability to sense energy, and so using the forest to his advantage would’ve been very effective; especially on someone with so much more speed and power. Then again, he was wrong about his opponent’s inability to fly, and he sure didn’t expect any stinking transformation buff. But it seemed Nam had realized this too late for his arms shook violently as he struggled to stand, and so he collapsed to the ground once more. He was too weak and injured to do anything else, much less follow through with his plans. It seemed it was almost time to admit defeat, but even so Nam insisted on the belief that he could still change the course of battle as long as he was conscious. He relaxed on the ground and focused on his breathing, trying to catch his breath and overcome the pain than ran through his body like the plague. It felt a bit better –but only a little. Nam lifted his head just a little to see his opponents back. He wasn’t planning on hitting his adversary when his back is turned and unaware, so he decided to spell the words out loud once more. “K-kaa…” he staggered in his words, and he couldn’t seem to speak to loud. Nam was starting to wonder if Zach would hear him. But he continued anyway, “m-mee…” he gagged and coughed in-between syllables as he lifted his hand forward and the blue ball of energy began to form in the palm on his hand. “ha...m-me…” Nam kept forcing the words, trying to call his opponent’s attention, trying to speak as loud as he could so Zach would become aware that Nam was not finished just yet. Nam closed his eyes and let out a grunt. Every time he spoke, his whole body ached, his mouth trembled as if tried to pronounce the last of the attack, but it seemed his body has finally failed him and he couldn’t seem to launch his final attack; “h-aa…” everything turned dark and the energy Nam had concentrated into his palm had dispersed and vanished as his hands dropped to the ground. At last, this battle had reached its end, and Nam could no longer keep himself conscious. His weakened body gave way and the light bulb had finally burnt out. (I’m DONE xD Congrats Zach xP P.S. Sorry if the writing is a bit sloppy. I think it is xP But I am so tired right now and sleepy, I just couldn’t do better I’d like PL please.)
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Post by Gray Callahan on Nov 28, 2011 15:29:07 GMT -5
4500 PL rewarded to Zach, 5000 to Antary.
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