[Semifinals: Basna versus Ericnox]

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Basna’s axe kick curved down and slammed onto the winged man’s arm, cracking the floor and a few bones at the same time. He could feel it crushed under his leg and his ears allowed him to hear it as if he were standing right next to him. This was the second man he had injured internally in their fight and all he could do was smirked proudly from his power. The man was a warrior, he probably expected this outcome. And awaiting the incoming war, they were to expect little of this injury and anticipate even worse situations in the future. Ericnox could think of this as training or preparation for what’s to come.

The man stood up lamely and threatening to collapse or fall over. The battle was as good as over and the only question now was: how should he end it? Basna could have charged forward to end it with another whopping kick that’d push him out-of-bounds; even a light push would probably suffice. Or he could take a more cynical and narcissistic approach by purposely leading him away from the edge of the ring and assault him until he either feinted or surrendered –whichever came first…

The namekian was already charging a buzzing blast in the palms of his hands. This battle had to end with a bang and leave a fantastical taste in the audience’s mouth. But something made him stop. It was the way his opponent gazed at him and struggled just to stay afoot. He probably couldn’t even defend himself anymore and because of this the concentrated energy forming within the palms of his hand gradually faded into nothingness. Basna remained idle and allowed Ericnox to choose his fate. How this battle would end was up to him, but either way, the winner was inevitably yours truly.

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The blur of battle had hazed Eric's eyes, he wasn't used to this at all. He hadn't been hurt like this in a long while, and the last time was when he allowed the youthful child to beat him down after bringing harm to his father on accident. Shaking his head once, he turned on his heels, facing Basna.

His right arm was nearly useless at this point, but he knew he would recover in time. Those healing tanks would make sure of that. Shifting, his eyes focus on Basna, he hadn't ended things just yet, why? Maybe he wanted to end it with a bang, maybe he wanted to toy with Eric, who knows really?

He returned to a fighting stance, focusing on the Namekian and taking a slow breath. "Alright. Lets finish this. Pick your method and lets see what you can do."

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Basna remained idle, watching the man trying to stay afoot. He was surprised to see him get back into a fighting stance. “So that’s how it’ll be then…” he murmured. He was hoping he could have ended this battle after having collided beams and winning the power struggle or after some kind of epic event that led to his victory. But it was far too late for that. There was only one way to end this without seeming sardonic and it disgusted him from the mere fact that everyone was expecting it.

The crowd cheered and chanted. “Kick him out! Kick him out! Kick him out! Kick him out!” and he really didn’t find any other way to do it. So Basna did what any other person would do and obeyed the crowd. It wasn’t like he would suddenly give the match to Ericnox because of his valiant display of will, power and determination. No, Basna was going to win this. There was no secret or moral to learn from the battle. It is what it is and the namekian lunged forward with the final strike.

Upon closing in to his foe; Basna crouched under him at the last second, turned his back, propped his hands on the tiled floors and thrust up the heel of his leg into an upper-cut up the winged man’s chin. The collision and force would lift him off his feet and finally out of the ring for an out-of-bounds, probably causing him to faint in the process. The crowd cheered and jumped off their seats. Basna stood up straight with chest high, waiting for the announcer to claim him victor yet again so he could leave the arena and heal his bruises. His body slowly powered down to his normal size and he began to breathe raggedly.

(PL)

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The chanting of the crowd helped Eric to relax, he knew it was over for him, he couldn't beat this one, his power was simply too great in the long run, but it would help learn a lot from what he should expect in the long run. His eyes closed a bit as the Namekian rushed towards him, taking a slow breath as he did his best to preform some kind of counter...

But it was all for not. The uppercut caught him on the chin, it was a powerful blow, and if this was to be expected on the future, then so be it. He would look forward to one day challenging the Namekian Warrior to a rematch, and it would be amazing.

Crashing out of bounds, the feathers of his wings slowly lost their color. Eric's eyes remaining closed for a few moments before they opened, taking in a deep breath and looking at the warrior standing upon the area as he shifted to his normal size once more.

"Good match..." He said, being helped to his feet while he too waiting for the announcer to call the match, but the cheering of the crowd made him feel that even though he lost, he had still put on a good show.

(Good Match Basna! I hope you get a high PL from this ^.^)

[Rensou Hiruen]

3,400 PL for Basna.
3,150 PL for E-nox.