A bitter reunion (Tsuken, Nam, Kazama, Geurin)

[Nam Reikonaga]

(Can’t remember whether Nam had ever seen the Bikkuri.. ><” I’ll go with a no.)

Geurin’s ankles had made perfect contact and both super powers were so great that even then they fought for their place in this giant rock as a colossal wave emanated from the center of collision; sparks of energy cackle around their limbs, the ground embowel and groveled beneath the saiyan’s feet. Nam scoffed, weary eyes glaring at the inevitable conclusion of the piercing thrust of his blade. Not a scratch on the green goblin, the fabric of his cloth completely rejected the blade. But he didn’t expect it to be this easy anyway.

The namekian twisted and swooped a leg downwards to his head which would then meet with a golden barrier of energy which repels his thrust; an instinctual action, like the blink of an eye when someone waves frantically in front of them. Before Nam could thrust for a second try at his limbs, the namekian pressed down on the hilt of his energy coated sword, bringing his movements to a halt –and it turn, boosting the man into the hair with a hand extended forward and flat palms facing the saiyan.

Nam met this with indifferent and cold eyes. His immobility soon explained by the vanishing image of his being as the light green blast of energy roared engulfing it whole. Airborne, now about fifteen feet in the air, Nam steadily and leisurely embraced the short moments of piece. From here he could see quite a few things as slowly drifted back to the ground in what felt like slow-motion. He observed from afar the green rings around the man’s right arm. He had never seen such an odd technique before, but whatever it was sent shivers down his spine. Everything about it, from the way it looked on Geurin’s arm to the nasty energy emanating from it gave Nam vibe that said ‘stay away’.

Nam flipped his sword, changing his backward grasp to a traditional grip and arched it overhead. It was finally time to continue their squabble. The blade of his sword began to glow brightly with increasing energy, which seemed to be leaking off the edges. His aura flares frantically and his teal eyes were locked on the green man.

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PL please + saga bonus

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As if the fetid, little desert planet didn't have enough troubles, there came a thundering roar from the heavens to accompany the already bombing discourse of the ongoing battle. High above, in the outer most reaches of Vegeta's atmosphere, the great bulk of an immense starship was careening towards the planet, tumbling out of control. Maneuvering jets fired wildly to correct the vessel's spin, but a ship so massive does not easily change directions, or in this case, stop changing directions. Even the mounting friction of the planet's atmosphere of the Nightflyer's pitiful excuses for aerodynamic surfaces did little to aid the ship in regaining a proper orientation. The vessel simply wasn't designed for such maneuvers and it's ability to fly in an atmosphere was cursory at best. Most of the time it was intended for cargo to be loaded in orbit so that the aging freighter wouldn't have to be subjected to the stresses of atmospheric entry and flight. Today though it was undergoing all manner of stresses it had never been designed to tolerate; first the failed jump into hyperspace, then the enormous strain of trying to sustain an artificial pocket of reality caused by the failed jump, followed by the incomprehensible stresses of being spat out of hyperspace in a rapid spin that threatened to rip the ship in half, and now finally the ridiculous strain of falling into a planetary atmosphere while still in a tumble.

Klaxons and alarms of all manner and form were blaring about the ship as it's surfaces started to become alternately engulfed in a fire ball and then rapidly extinguished while the ship rotated. By now the computer had managed to get the great freighter rotating in only one axis, a flat spin as it descended nadir first towards the planet, the underside of the bulky freighter now alight with the plasmatic fires of atmospheric entry. In the hidden control room forward of the grand lounge, Royd was still glued to his seat, his feeble body unable to withstand the G forces being exerted upon it by the ship's rotation and now the growing pull of the planet's gravity below. The computer's whispery, mechanical voice was a veritable tornado through the intercom speakers as it's panic ranged back and forth between Royd's physical distress and the fact that the ship was crashing bottom first towards the planet.

At last though Royd managed to open his eyes, and look out at the display monitors. Horrified that the computer wasn't thinking to take the obvious course of action, the distressed man tried to choke out a verbal command. The strain on his chest though was too great to even breath properly so he had to resort to telepathic communication with the computer. 'Stop trying to pull up, you are wasting thruster fuel. We're in a starboard spin, fire thrusters to rotate to port... Hurry... Fire the starboard side engines as well... Once you've cancelled the spin nose us down, we're in a stall... We've got to pick up more speed so we can arc up and out of the atmosphere...' Royd instructed, although even his telepathic voice was strained and weak.

The computer calmed somewhat and did as it was instructed, firing the ship's maneuvering jets and the right side engines to kill the great vessel's spin and then started to nose down into a screaming dive. What sensor masts and antennae that hadn't already been burned away by the heated, out of control entry into the atmosphere now started to retract into their protective combings so as to prevent the ship from being completely blinded after it reached orbit once more. The job of pulling back up was difficult though, even with the ship's fusion reactor still outputting one hundred a five percent of it's design rated maximum, the ship was built for fuel efficiency, it wasn't a hot rod. The six wing mounted engines, three on each side now all burned with a menacing red as the ship picked up speed in it's downward plunge. Tail and nose jets fired to start to angle the massive bulk into a nose up position and slowly the immense hull started to angle it's self skyward. It however was still dropping, it's forward velocity and lift from the pitifully stubby wings as well as the lift from the anti-gravitational systems, not yet enough to equal the downward momentum. A thick, stormy cloud layer loomed bellow as the great ship tried to slow it's downward plunge, and moments later the Nightflyer disappeared into the upper reaches of that unnatural storm.

The thunderous roar grow louder the lower the vessel got to the ground and then all as once the great, hulking mass of flaming starship burst through the bottom of the cloud layer, sailing over the land at an impossibly low altitude for it's great size. One might almost think it had already crashed and was sliding across the dusty plains given the imperceptibly small amount of space between the underside of the hull and the ground and the truly gigantic dust storm it's passing was creating. In reality the space was much larger then one would think, on the order of one to two hundred feet. The gap however was dwarfed by the Nightflyer's sheer size.

Royd was nearing unconsciousness from the great strain put upon him by the planet's torturous gravity, his heart threatening to explode in his chest. Still he managed to keep his eyes open as the vessel leveled off and then started to finally climb, rocketing right over the battle field below and bringing with it the afore mentioned dust storm. Royd though knew not of what was transpiring below, nor did he even know where he was, only that his ship had popped out of hyperspace in the worst possible way and was now only just barely under control.

[Geurin]

A bead of sweat began its descent down the Namekian's face, only to burn up and evaporate under the intense pressure of ki that boiled over the demons skin. It was truly nauseating the amount of energy pouring out of the evil creature. His dreams coming to life as his obsession with the young man in front of him met its climax. Nam didn't know it, but all along he had been Geurin's little crush. No, Geurin was not invading Zach's territory, but rather taking the man's power and abilities to a whole new level. Geurin was in love with the idea of Nam, rather than Nam himself. Geurin's horrid personality, and immense ego demanded that there be a man capable of filling the role of hero, and Nam was just that.
Another thing that few knew about Geurin, was his love for poetry. Tenshu knew it all to well, as whenever his mind began to drift, Geurin would play him a melody of darkness that would reign Tenshu back. Now the shoe was on the other foot, and as it came to him, he would write it down.

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(The Tournament of Champions)
The name I see before be is of a man I know. He hates me, truly hates me. Beyond recognition this man has bound himself as my enemy only on the basis that he is good, and I am evil. If ever before a time of such perfect symmetry was presented I would know not of it.

I will observe him, and learn of him. I vowed that day to destroy my enemies, and yet I find myself drawn to us. I am not attracted to the man, attraction left my heart long before the time of my conception. I am attracted to the chemistry, and to the mighty story left untold. Bring me the serenity that I could not bring myself. Bring me true chaos, and bring me a true story.
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(Year four, Nam off world)

His scent lingers, but his body is no where to be seen. My eyes sense not his presence and yet... He cannot be dead. Our ballad is incomplete, and our time together lacks the luster to bring about the proper ending to our script. No, the boy is alive even if I cannot see him, feel him, sense him. His power will keep him alive, and his burning fight for justice will bring him back to me. It is then that we will conclude our dance in the most perfect of fashions. He will instigate the final move, and we will play it once more.

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(Following the kidnapping of Ritoru)

I could feel it, I could sense the completion of his maturity. The man is at his breaking point, and I too grow weary of our toil. Killing him will be more sweet than the greatest revenge, more tantalizing than the most pure of love, and more invigorating than the most brutal of murders. He is ready to face me, and prepared to kill me, and that is the commitment I have sought. My plans are coming together, and Nam will aid me in completing my metamorphosis. He will bring me to perfection.
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Nam was so entranced with the fight he failed to recognize the technique that Kami~Tenshu had used to fight him during their training in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. It was understandable, the attack was changed. It was perverted with dark horrible ki, the likes of which only the truest unadulterated evil could produce. As Nam raised his arms above his head in preparation of his attack, the urge broke lose from Geurin, every muscle in his body screaming for the boy's blood. In a voice that almost seemed too demonic to be real Geurin screeched.

"Complete us NAM, Complete US"

The Bikkuri swirled over his arm turning it a dark black color. The Bikkuri was most literally eating away at Geurin's left arm, the limb growing dark with decay. This would only intensify the rings fury as Geurin blasted off to meet Nam head on. His mouth drooling in delight, foam curling around the sides of his lips, and blood pouring down his chin from where his own teeth had punctured his jaw. Geurin was not the calculating mastermind he had been moments ago, but was over taken by his own monstrous power. And with the Bikkuri, his own power level was brought to over three million.

He was so entranced that he would bare no notice of the ship flying into the atmosphere, or even pay attention to what the old feeble Tenshu was doing. His obsession with Nam was at its head, and he was going to complete their story no matter the cost.

Thrusting his Bikkuri upward to meet the down slicing motion Nam was producing, the first ring let loose, like a cannon firing point blank into the power vacuum Nam was providing. The initial impact would suck the oxygen from the two of them, creating a true suction of power before finally releasing the attack's fullest intent. Nam would be hard pressed to end Geurin's attack without harming himself in the process. But that was the beauty of their dance. The golden haired god versus the green devil.

COMPLETE US

[Nam Reikonaga]

Golden light in Nam’s blade glowed ever so bright and more as he was free falling down towards his enemy. The saiyan cringed upon witnessing Geurin’s deformed appearance, he didn’t seem like the man he used to be –losing Tenshu took away whatever rationality he had left. Foam and blood curling down his pierced lips, inflicted by his own twisted teeth. If the devil existed, this was probably the closest thing to exist among the mortal realm.

His power skyrocketed and sent shivers down his spine. Nam squint his eyes but wouldn’t dare look away and observed that dark and ominous energy intensifying in his hands. He kept thinking it seemed familiar, it felt like something he had seen before, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. The technique was lost on him and what it could do was anyone’s guess.

“Lunar…” he uttered. The energy on the blade of his sword was so concentrated it seemed to leak out of the edges. He could feel Zach mocking him for naming his technique during its execution, but Nam understood why he did it. Naming it made it stronger. His breath increased his concentration and his words backed-up and empowered his emotions, giving them material form and manifesting into the attack for a much stronger impact; a second hand reached to aid the first and gripped the pommel of his sword tightly and stead, all the while he glared into the beast’s eyes.

“STRIKE!” he exclaimed thrusting both arms downward to meet with the black energy attack launched by Geurin. The golden energy emitting from his blade grew life and transcended the limits of physical forms, exiting the blade and moving forward in a giant crescent. The impact was a marvelous one as the two energy attacks seemed to merge together in a cluster of golden black, fighting for domination until they cancelled each other out; an explosion that literally took Nam’s breath away.

The saiyan landed nearby with sword arched forward in defense mode. That collision was mindboggling and frightening. The giant smoke clouded his vision but he tried to feel out Geurin’s location with his senses. Where would he come from? Left? Right? From above?

[Geurin]

(I took the liberty of assuming you were defending with your sword to make this sound better.)
It would take only seconds before Geurin would come barreling out of the smoke, the sound of his own growling giving away his intent and position. Lunging out of the smokey debris at Nam his right arm was raised, his claws aiming for the saiyan's heart, only to be countered by Nam's sword. Like nails to a chalk board the Saiyan's sword screeched along the nails of the powered Namek, and quickly following his right hand came his left, which the saiyan would also block -or suffer the consequences of that strike-

It would be a physical confrontation, the evil Namekian plowing into Nam, and the saiyan trying to protect himself, but Geurin would be relentless, his mind focused solely on the completion of their story, and the fact that Nam was not speaking only brought more frustration to the king of darkness. His voice grew to a growling howl as he spoke again.

"Be the HERO NAM! COMPLETE US"

His heart had twisted further than even Geurin could control. Tenshu had been right those many years ago when he said that power corrupts the mind, for even as corrupt as Geurin had been, his power only served as an example of the fury he possessed.

"COMPLETE US!"

He screeched as his right hand made contact with the sword -or Nam- and released another Bikkuri blast on impact, not even bothering to aim at the point blank range, the goal in mind had changed from Nam's defeat, to Nam's glorious destruction.

[Nam Reikonaga]

Nam gasped as the creature he used to know as Geurin rushed out of the smoke with incredible speed. His ears were so sharp they looked like they alone could penetrate his body the way Touketsuki did with Zach. Dark and red demonic eyes stared into the saiyans soul as he uttered those confusing words he had ignored again…

"Be the HERO NAM!” he called out. His voice was hard to describe, it didn’t seem like his own and nothing on him was natural. “COMPLETE US"

Nam cringed, countering the first strike with his sword which had already been placed in the way. It was then that he saw the long nails which screeched against his blade. They sparked and clashed like true swords and Nam parried it to the side, freeing his sword in time to block the second strike. Nam met the thrust with his own and pushed it across, using the momentum to gain control of its direction and moving it away from his body. The length of his arms, the muscle and intense power packed behind that thrust was so overwhelming that even with his flawless parry the namekian’s nails managed to rip through the fabric shielding his midsection. The skin missed by a hair, but he could almost already feel them purging through his vowels.

“COMPLETE US!”

The psycho namekian repeated, his voice soon drowned by a colossal space ship which had past right over their heads and taken the debris with it. Ferocious winds were cast upon the two warriors and Nam’s hair flaunted vigorously. He squint his eyes. The first thing he thought about was back-up and the thought of the saiyans finally returning to their own planet made a slight smile dare to creep up to his face, but that intent was promptly washed away by the unfaltering demon he was facing.

Nam was unprepared for that last thrust; so, instead of a parry, he arched his blade forward to block the oncoming attack. It was then that it all exploded in his face and he was sent propelling out of the newly formed dust cloud, leaving a trail of fading debris in his wake as he backlashed and skidded across the scorching and desolate land of the red planet. Nam’s clothes were burned partly off, leaving his right chest bare, but the insignia of Kami’s Guardian Special Forces survived emblazoned on his left proudly.

The saiyan struggled back to his feet and glanced to the right with worry. He had been separated from his sword and it lay embedded on the ground where he could not reach it. His gaze shifted wearily towards the direction of his antagonist. It was in this short moment that he actually started to think about the words Geurin said. “Who’s ‘us’?” he murmured. What was there to complete? He was playing riddles now, trying to figure out what the berserker was trying to say. Clearly, Geurin had lost all cognitive abilities and become a mindless monster.

He exhaled slowly, trying to relax his muscles; for a tense body would not be able to keep nimble and fast in such conditions.

[Geurin]

Nam's opportunity for defense would be short lived as the monster pushed forward, following closely behind Nam's flailing body. Even among his pondering and his physical return to the defensive, Nam would be met by the quick and immediately push of Geurin's claw that flew at his chest once more. Lacking creativity, but certainly no zeal, the warrior Namek struck out again with his left, and then his right. It was certainly not martial arts, but more like an animal clawing at its victim, and without his sword Nam would need a new manner of defense. Even worse was the attack forming in the demon's throat. Due to the scatter of his thoughts, Geurin could not concentrate himself for another Demon wave like he had accomplished earlier, and with him still talking it made the Ki even more sporadic. Nam would notice the foam coming from the rabid Namekian turning lime green, and light peering from the back of his throat as he mumbled his demands.

"COGRELMT UOAAAH"

His words were the same as before, but muttered by both ferocity and Ki energy, as systematically from out of his throat the green Demonic wave began its decent. But rather than a single beam of energy, the Namek seemingly coughed it out, shooting smaller blasts in random directions. A few were shot in the close vicinity of Nam, however for the most part the attack was unguided and aim was of little priority. With Geurin attacking with both physical power, and Ki the only thing playing to the saiyan's advantage was that Geurin could not control the power that was literally exploding out of him. Three million was a lot to take in, not just for Nam, but for the creature he was facing.

Still paying no mind to the ship closing in on them, Geurin's focus could only have been on their story. To him, he was fighting with decorum and grace, unknown to the fact that he was truly a rabid monster.

[Nam Reikonaga]

Dilated eyes slanted above. He wouldn't dare draw a single breath as the large beast approached him. Nam had a better and undesirable front seat look at Geurin’s new face. Another devastating and dangerous claw was thrust at his chest, but Nam performed –just barely, the simple and fundamental side-step to the right and then ducked under the second. Strands of hair glided down to the ground and he looked up.

It was then that he observed the lime green foam rushing out of his mouth and the glowing and growing energy which was forming within his throat. Nam knew what was coming next and he would wait for the right moment to make his move. Geurin wasn’t just fierce but incredibly fast and agile. With every thrust of those arms Nam could feel the wind passing by. He ducked under that last one, and gasped when he finally managed to draw blood from one of his cheeks. The contact was so sparse though that the very fact that he was injured made the saiyan even more nervous.

That’s when Nam decided it was time. The blood dripped down his face. Nam watched intently as the muscles in Geurin’s punctured lips began to move, the blood gushing out of his self-inflicted wounds were more than enough of a sign if not for the huge energy emitting from his throat. Before that drop of blood reached the ground, Nam had already zanzokened out of range before that whopping energy wave was released dead on his face.

Floating above, about twenty feet in the air, the result of Geurin’s attack fell short. Nam stood surprised and silent. Tiny beams of energy, dangerous beams, sprouted uncontrollably from his mouth as the namekian yelled out words which Nam could not understand. The beams went randomly at every direction, but it was the quantity which posed a threat to Nam; individually, they would never hit, but it would be hard if they cornered him.

“He has no control…” he realized. The beams of energy flew right past him, completely missing the mark.

Nam instantly saw an opportunity. Instead of risking injury and approaching the namekian, he kept his distance and outstretched both arms with palms facing forward at Geurin. Twin blue orbs of energy buzzed to life and cackled as they gradually grew in size and power. This time, Nam wasn’t going to use his Kamehameha Wave –instead, Kamehameha-like attack which consisted of twin energy waves, Double Tsuihikidan.

His golden aura flared frantically and his eyes were slanted on Geurin. Any small beams that got too close were nullified by a transparent eyebeam he had learned long ago. The twin eye beams were virtually undetectable. The only warning was the sudden spike of energy and the flashing red eyes which soon retained the teal color of a super saiyan.

[Geurin]

As the beam concluded itself another disappointing fenominon occured. The blasts intensity, and its failure to execute properly brought Geurin a sense of confusion. He would not immediately jump after Nam as he had previously done, but instead found himself veering around the circles trying to get a grasp on reality. It would come back to him slowly, his focus shining back into the realm they were in. Just as this dawning enlightenment was effecting the Namekian, he was struck.

No, he was not simply nipped, or scratched, but struck with the entire intensity of Nam's attack. His confusion had brought him to disoriented to dodge, or even recognize an attack was presently coming. The moment he was struck all sense of reasonable thoughts were purged from his mind, and the final Bikkuri ring on his arm began a counter measure that was to late to prevent the attack from hitting.

Rather than being flung like a rag doll, the Bikkuri allowed him to instantaniously explode the Ki concentration where it was at creating what would be the second largest eruption of energy that day, the first having blown up the entirety of Saru city.

Debris flew everywhere in response to the shocking Ki and provided an excellent veil for the silence that followed. Eerie, true dark silence followed by an even more terrifying sight. Geurin broke from the cloud of nausious smoke and energy, his close torn over the shoulder and left leg, and spotted bruises and open wounds covered his body. Each bleeding slightly from the impact. His right arm still black, and now seemingly limp at his side the Namek would lunge forward yet again as if the attack had no effect on him.

Surely a more sensible Geurin would have developed a strategy, and would never have been struck so violently in the first place, however this Geurin came with his own set of perks. The lack of pain felt by such a brutal assault was exactly what he needed to burst out for another round of physical attacks, this time however he hoped to catch the saiyan off guard, his left arm not only striking out, but extending as he moved so that the impact would happen sooner than Nam would usually predict.

If in fact the claw hit, Geurin would in a most literal way gut Nam with his sharpened claws, however if he missed, or was blocked, he would be open for an attack, as he swung his limp arm in pattern with his previous strikes. A negative attribute no doubt to his lack of feeling pain. The Bikkuri was powerful but came at a cost, Geurin would need to let his arm regain feeling before he could actually use it again.

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The pain was unbearable. Kami winced as he attempted to reform his leg, but it was no use, such a technique required more Ki than he had readily available. If he had not saved the other fighters perhaps he would have been able to save his leg, but it appeared now that he would need to wait in order to reform the missing limb. But time was not his friend. The power being produced by Geurin was unstoppable, even as Nam ascended -which brought more hope to Tenshu than he had possessed in his endeavors with Geurin- He knew that the demon still possessed more power, even as they fought Geurin held more than 30% more energy than Nam, and his powerlevel continued to rise.

Tenshu couldn't bare to think of their chances, however there was yet hope, a familiar ship began to enter the atmosphere, it was Royd Eris the captain of the Nightflyer. Such an amazing vessel was not easily forgotten, and if he was here, then it was still possible to get everyone off planet. Nam was providing the distraction, now if only Tenshu could get Royd's attention. Perhaps the captain could in fact help transport the survivors in a heroic escape from danger.

This was it, Tenshu knew what his role was now. Lifting his fingers up to the wrinkled forehead that was now cringing and pale from blood loss, the Kami was capable of one final transmission. His body shimmered for a moment, like a car failing to start it stuttered. However eventually his mass relocated, leaving only a bloody reminder, and an amputated leg for all to see.

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The re institution was messy. Kami's direct inability to target while under such immense pressure caused him to appear against the wall of the Nightflyer, slamming into it with a hard thud, followed by a crippling shout.

"Argh"

He groaned as the tender revealed muscle landed callously against the hard floor of the ship. No doubt Royds walls were now coated in the Namek's purple blood, and as Tenshu gathered his thoughts he began to realize just how bad off his injury was.

"Royd, Quickly, we need to save those who can make it to the ship, if you go several miles from here we can plan an escape without endangering you or the ship!"

Thats what Kami would have said if he had simply been able to get the words out, but his vision blurred, and his tongue twisted over every syllable. His mind began to wander as he spoke, the pain slowly fading.

"Roy...qu...wa...ned...."

Out

His mind could take no further strain, without even being able to telepathically speak to the psychic, his message would go unheard, and royd would be left clueless as to how, or why Tenshu was on his ship in the state he was in, or what Tenshu had in mind for their escape plan.

That, and if Royd was not capable of providing any sort of medical attention, Tenshu would certainly die.

[Nam Reikonaga]

“HAAAAAA!”

Nam yelled out, the Double Tsuihikidan burst forward in an all-out wave of concentrated blue and mesmerizing energy which buzzed and roared across the sky. Airborne debris in the way was burned to ashes and the little individual beams scattered from Geurin’s mouth were engulfed and nullified by the twin beams. The saiyan’s visage was lighted up by the blue and powerful glowing light which washed over his whole being, giving him a golden blue aspect.

He smiled with anticipation, pride and relief that they had both landed squarely at the raging namekian. It was a sure and direct hit. Everything exploded upon impact and nearly shook the land with its ferocity. Wind was caste wildly and Nam was forced to land on solid ground where he would peer through the cloud of smoke with an arm over his head to cover his eyes from the sunlight and rushing sandstorm that clouded his vision.

Regardless, Nam’s hope for victory was a fallacy. That ominous and chilling power could still be felt running down his spine, but he wanted to ignore it and pretend everything was okay. He wanted to make himself believe it was over. The silhouette of that hulking monster stood persisted through and he could start feeling his desire to fight fading. The eerie silence was broken with a gasp and a rushing claw that broke through the risen debris.

Nam’s eyes widened, his memory clicked instantly back to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber when Tenshu trained him and Antary. It was then that he had learned of the namekians special abilities like this one among others. Nam jerked to the left and dropped on his bottom. He glanced at Geurin as the cloud of smoke slowly faded and revealed his twisted image. He was shocked, observing how the mindless being thrust his arm forward in a vain attempt to repeat the attack.

Tears welled up in his eyes. He didn’t know why, but a chilling and tingling feeling rushed over his body like a god had touched him or something. It was short, but thorough. He felt sad…

The saiyan climbed back to his feet and gazed at the namekian. He never understood his convictions, why a man would go so far for a goal like world domination. Why was that such an enticing dream? Did they want to feel important? Nam could understand ambition. His whole life had been about getting stronger since the day his mother was taken from him; but look at where it had gotten him. He wanted to ask, that same question he would always ask anyone he ever faced. Why?, what were their motives, their reason. Why did he get up every day –for what purpose? But that question had already been answered once before and even if there was a true hidden motive, Geurin was currently unable to provide an answer under his condition.

Nam no longer wished to kill Geurin. He felt pity for him, and even if he did –Tenshu would die because of it. It was something he had forgotten about under all the tension and drama. But he could feel the end was near and he needed a decision. If he let Geurin live, then he would just continue to torment the world and nothing would end –or he could finish it once and for all and sacrifice his beloved mentor and friend. The question was… could he live with either outcome?

[Geurin]

Nam's pity was truly misplaced. He had made a dire mistake in taking pity on the creature for his outward appearance, and lust for power. Perhaps it was sad, but without the fullest intention to kill, Nam would be at a severe disadvantage, one that the feral Namekian was about to expose.

The Namekian was so thoroughly prepared to end the saiyan that his own physical harm was no longer bringing any quarter to his attacks, and as the nerves slowly began to return to his blackened arm, the creature would waste no time in attacking in a more final manner. He would attack Nam with something that would not be so easily ignored, an attack that he had successfully used twice already that day, and having the constitution for one last Akuji-Kaki the black fire would fly from out of the bastards mouth as he continued his slicing motions. Being so close to Geurin would make things difficult on the brunette, and although Nam knew not what to expect from the black fire, the victims of Geurin knew all to well what was about to happen.

"BAAAUUUUURRRRRNNN"

With his nerve endings came a different sensation, the clarity he had been receiving before the blast began to return to him. He was still out of control, but that control was beginning to come back piece by piece. The Kaki was the first sure sign of that, as a crazed Geurin would have been unable to focus on such a well crafted technique.

[Nam Reikonaga]

Without further delay the crazed namekian pressed on, determined to slice Nam and gut him with those sharp claw-like nails. Nam dodged them, taking a step back with every thrust, stuck with his mental struggles and trying to find an answer. No matter how powerful Geurin was, he wouldn’t be able to defeat Nam in this condition. His state of unconscious mind made the saiyan neglect the idea of attacking him –and that burned up arm was rendered useless.

Geurin’s tactics were tearing his body apart and he didn’t seem to feel any of the pain. Nam could slice off his legs and the beast would just crawl and attack as if nothing had occurred. His strikes were slowly becoming more accurate, especially with his blackened arm; Tenshu had demonstrated once before that his arm was no longer useful in said state and had to rip it off so a new limb could grow, so Nam would have never guessed Geurin’s arm was recovering.

It was then that the saiyan was brought back down to earth and he fell from the clouds before his confidence got too high. The beast opened his mouth and shot a black flame which Nam believed to have evaded when he jumped back with his high-speed movement technique and landed several feet away, but his legs began to burn and he witnessed the heated flames eating away at the fabric of his trousers.

Nam began to panic and kicked off the boot which rooted the attack and then ripped off the burning part of his pants before it went too high, but the black and odd flames had already attached themselves to the skin of his leg and connected to his arm the moment he reached for his trousers. “Agh!” he screamed, flailing his arm in the air with the vain attempt putting the fire out. He even began to slap it with his other arm –like any other person would- only to have the flames branch towards his other. Three of his limbs were now on fire.

“What is this!?” he exclaimed. The black flames gradually began to grow hotter and hotter. Nam was growing anxious and began touching all over his body as an attempt to stop the flames, only spreading it further until the only things NOT on fire were his right leg and his face. The flames were hard to describe. They weren’t hot like a normal fire; they had this mysterious way and being even worse –but not exactly because of the heat. It was like millions of ants were constantly biting every corner of his body like termites. It was annoying, stressful and painful.

[Geurin]

(To answer your Cbox question. Geurin attacked nam like he had been, the difference was when he attacked, his arm extended as well, so his hand would impact faster than before. So his distance was the same as it had previously been, just with a faster strike)

The attack hit its mark, and the Akuji-Kaki began its devastating trek across the man's legs. The fire was slow, but consistent, the pain likely proving intense. It was the last one that Geurin would be able to conjure without a nights rest, and so far that day he was three for three. At this point Geurin would have normally told his victim how to remove the fire, and watched as they fought over whether or not they could truly attack themselves to rid the fire from their body. But being both mentally stigmatic and focused on Nam's destruction, the idea of mental and physical torture eluded him.

Still the thoughts were returning, even his last angry growl had been produced with some minor diction, and his right arm was coming back to power, while he still could not physically lift it for a punch or claw strike, his fingers had regained feeling, and it would only be a matter of time before the attacks negative effects wore off. Nam knew little about the Bikkuri, or the ways in which its energy fed off of an individual. Bikkuri was not simply a technique thrown about of the users Ki, but rather an incantation. The Bikkuri was a spell, a binding contract of energy and art passed down from Tenshu's family lineage. Geurin had perverted the style to the point of true darkness, but the incantation remained the same.

A user of the Bikkuri was signing the technique as a loan, agreeing to pay for the energy consumption both with their own Ki, and their physical embodiment, and so as the Bikkuri wrapped its way around the user, it would begin eating away at the flesh of the holder. The longer that was held, the worse the damage, and so what Nam had witnessed was the Bikkuri taking what it was owed. Unlike in Tenshu's case, where he had used the Bikkuri beyond the repair of the muscles and tissue, Geurin had utilized it long enough to be effective, but short enough to keep himself safe. The healing would still take a few more minutes, but Geurin did not need both hands for what he was going to do next. With his vision returning, and his body finally growing accustomed to the jolt in energy his mind finally took to the usual strategy that Geurin possessed.

This came with the pain.

As everything came rushing back to him the first thing that ran through his mind was Nam's predicament, and it was time truly to end their game of cat and mouse. Rather than leaping forward, the still primitive figure of Geurin bolted into the air, his left arm forming a small ball of solidifying Ki as he soared. The attack had been developed in his training session with Yami and Izanagi. It was the Crasher ball, a seemingly elastic Ki that would relentlessly target the victim until either the they were dead, or concentrated enough Ki to destroy it. Flying upwards further and further Geurin waited until he was high enough up to cause distance between the two of them. Then, once the positioning seemed right, he would throw the crusher ball, only to charge a second, followed by a third. Each one flying down to the ground, locked in on Nam's Ki. This attack had crushed his son's bones into a fine dust, but Nam was much stronger. If he was not careful one of the orbs would crush his skull in a foul and relentless swoop. The three were homing, so once dodged they would bounce off of the ground, or off of some sort of Debris, and continue their hunt of the Saiyan. With the three Crasher's and the Kaki still burning brightly, Geurin made an assumption that he felt was correct. He needed more time to focus, his teeth were killing him, as was the rest of his mouth. Nam's attack was finally starting to take its effect, and the pain was more menacing that Geurin would ever dare to admit.

Slipping his left hand into his waist band, the demon Namekian pulled out a small bean. Yes it was the Senzu bean. Geurin would have never allowed such an incredible attack to hit him had he been in the right state of mind, but with his head pounding from the mental crisis he had just pulled himself from, and his body pulsating with burning pain, he felt the need to pop the small bean in his mouth, swallowing it whole and feeling the effects take place. It would not be instant, but hopefully the distance he had provided, added to the distraction he had placed on Nam, would give him time to recuperate his health, and thoughts, before they began their next round.

Especially if Nam had a senzu bean as well, that would essentially start their fight over entirely. However if he didnt, then the saiyan would truly be in a bind.