Post by Ark Ghiest on Feb 18, 2013 22:58:30 GMT -5
DAY 2
Rolling his shoulders Ark was anxious for his opponent to step forward. The man, Adrian Marks had been called out to the platform twice and still no one seemed to be showing. Waiting as patiently as he could the human would look around the arena, trying to see if anyone was coming forward. After his win in the first round Ark had spent the rest of his day in his room, trying to again remove himself from the competition, preparing himself for the next round. Fighting for Ark was a test, a test of his strength, both inner and outer, as well as the strength of his will. As long as it was in a safe environment and in the spirit of competition he would enjoy himself.
Licking his lips he would again glance around a small frown coming to his features as a staff member steps over to the announcer, leaning in to whisper something in to his wear. After a short nod the announcer would turn on his microphone before speaking.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, Adrian Marks has had to withdraw from the tournament for personal reasons. Due to this Ark Ghiest will automatically advance onto the next round since a withdrawal counts as a forfeit.”
Shoulders slumping the one fighter on the platform couldn’t believe it. He was of course not disappointed that he was going on to the next round, but still it felt so much better to earn that advancement. It was out of his control though, so he would simply offer a slight bow before turning to hop off the stage. Well not what was he going to do for the whole day?
A thought would occur to him as he starts to head towards the living quarters, taking a turn for the crowd. He had a certain section in wind and a certain female in mind actually, one he had promised himself he would try and talk too. Stuffing his hands in his pants pockets as he walks towards the crowd he would look for the woman he had seen watching him the day before. She had been rather attractive and it wouldn’t hurt to try and start a conversation with her, perhaps she was a fighter herself.
Scanning the section she had been in the day before it wouldn’t take him long to spot her, and he wasn’t that surprised when she was again looking in his direction, a small little smirk on her face. Yesterday she had looked away when he had caught her watching him, but today she seemed slightly amused by his approach, or perhaps she was just amused that he had been shorted his match for the day. Slowly making his way up the stairs he would make it obvious that he was headed towards her, stopping at the end of her aisle though before waving her to come talk to him. To his pleasure she would rise from her seat and make her way over.
“Good morning. I have seen you… observing me, might I ask your name?” Ark would keep his hands away in his pockets, but did not hide his interest in the woman, although his eyes would make sure to remain on her face. He had seen her from afar and had already been able to see she was quite attractive, her wavy brown locks extending down to her waist, her green eyes quite striking.
Stepping out onto the stairs with him, out of the way of any others in her aisle she would extend her hand to him. “The name is Vayle Scythe, please to meet you Ark.” It would only make sense that she knew his name; it had been announced on two separate occasions already.
“Pleasure to meet you Vayle. What brings you to this tournament? No offense, but you don’t seem like a fighter.” The fighter couldn’t read her Ki signature in great detail, but he could tell it was far below his, roughly one fifth of his own power level.
Offering a small smile she would turn and point across the arena to a man stretching off to the side of the platform. He looked to be about the size of Ark and was dressed in a simple black Gi. “I came to watch my brother participate, yah know, family support and all.” Looking back to him she would move some stray hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “So it would seem your opponent had to withdraw, that is quite a disappointment isn’t it?”
When Vayle addresses him again his attention would leave the man in the Gi to focus on her once more, a small smile now coming to his face. “Yeah, I was looking forward to it actually, not the same to move on simply because you had no opponent to face. All well though I will just have to hope that tomorrow will turn out better for me.”
“I am sure it will, I doubt you will get lucky enough to get another bye round.” Her tone would give away that she was trying to mess with him a little, of course implying that he hadn’t earned his pass to the third round.
“So does that mean you would have bet against me today? It sounds like you might be underestimating me.” Ark’s arms would cross over his chest, taking a bit of a defiant pose although his smile really wouldn’t support the change in his posture.
“Perhaps, but either way you are going to lose eventually because at some point you will be against my brother. Just a heads up really, I would hate to see you too disappointed when he knocks you on your ass.”
The confident statement would surprise him, her calm and delicate appearance seeming out of place with the confidence in her tone. “Well we shall see, but if you talk to him you best not let him get ahead of himself, I won’t go down without a fight.” Behind him Ark could hear the announcer coming back over the loud speakers, calling the next pair of fighters to the match. Normally there was a bit more time between matches, but since his had ended with a forfeit there was no reason to hold off the next one.
When his full attention returns to Vayle she would be looking out towards the platform as well. “Well I would like to talk more Ark, but I promised my bother I would watch his match so please to excuse me.” With that she would start to make her way back down her aisle, asking those she passes to excuse her as she moves past.
“Well if he makes it to the next round I am sure I will see you around. Even if he doesn’t I hope we can chat again before you take your leave of the arena.” Not wanting to hold her up any longer he would give her a non-chalant wave and start to head back down to the arena floor. So far in the tournament he had made it a point not to watch the other matches and he planned on keeping it that way even though it meant he couldn’t talk with the woman any longer. With any luck she would be around tomorrow and he might be able to get some more time with her. Humming some he would head back to his room, his father no doubt already having made his way back there.
Day 3
Finally, his name was being called out over the loud speakers in the third day of the tournament. His second round match had been a disappointment, while the rest of his day had been pretty boring… despite the conversation he had with Vayle. Still he had come to this tournament to participate and the bye in the last round had just been plain boring.
Rolling his shoulders Ark would make his way up the short accent to the platform as he had done twice before, moving to stand in the white square once again. Hopping some he would be looking for his opponent, not having seen anyone make their way towards the other side of the platform. The name that had been called was “ Ishida Toriyu”, another name Ark did not know. Hoping this would not be another withdrawal he would continue to stretch and hop in his square, trying to get himself nice and warmed up for the coming match.
“Ishida Toriyu please make your way to the red side of the platform, your match is scheduled to begin.” A slight pause would follow before the announcement continued. “We will give the fighter two minutes to make his presence known or he will be disqualified.”
Letting out a soft sigh the human couldn’t help but fear his opponent would not show, his match again resulting in a bye for him. Waiting in his starting square Ark would watch the clock, counting down the two minutes that had been allotted to the missing fighter. Thankfully right around the minute and a half mark a man would come jogging out of one of the entryways, the apparent fighter dressed in a white Gi. Jogging his way right up to the red starting square he would turn to bow to the announcer and then to Ark.
“I apologize, I simply lost track of time, but I am now ready to start the match.”
Ark would give him a slight nod, just glad that he had actually made it out to the platform in time. Again the announcer would come over the loud speaker to announce the start of the match.
“Once the fight begins it will continue until a fighter yields or is thrown from the platform. There are no limits on what techniques you might use except that Bukujutsu is not allowed. If you both agree and understand pay your respects to each other and the match will commence”
Bowing to his opponent as he always did in scenarios like this Ark would be pleased to see Ishida bow as well. One might think that all that entered these sorts of tournaments would have mutual respect for those they fight against, but that was sadly not the case. It always pleased Ark to be fighting against someone that shared the same respect for the art of combat as he. When both had finished their bows and settled into what looked like stance the buzzer would sound to signify the start of the match.
Almost always a defensive fight Ark would move from his square cautiously, starting to move towards the center of the platform. Ishida on the other hand had settle into a stance in which one arm was tucked away behind his back, the other pressed out in front of him his palm facing Ark. Once the fighter from the white square had started to make his way out the hand Ishida had tucked behind him would snap out and to the side, coming forward in a arc to launch the small energy blast he had formed in his hand. The attack itself would arc out some before turning towards the man closer to the center of the ring.
No stranger to such attacks, although not a fan himself, Ark would be ready for it. As the blast comes in towards his location he would hold off, letting it get as close as he thought safe before launching himself with his legs so that he could dive into a roll and hop right back to his feet towards the middle of the ring. Coming to his feet the human could realize the first attack had simply been a distraction.
Ishida now stood with his legs spread out, barely out of his own starting square and his other hand still stretched out in front of him. The hand that had tossed the first attack now held the wrist of his outstretched arm, bracing himself for what was next. The name of the attack was Bakurikimaha and Ark was not ready for it like he had been for the first attack.
Bringing his arms up in front of him, his barrier wrapping around his body as he would prepare for the blast, knowing he would not be able to dodge this one. A grunt would come from the man as the blast slams into his arms, knocking him right off his feet and launching him several yards to land hard on his back. Thankfully he would land in the ring still, several yards away from the edge, but even with his barrier he had felt that one.
Pressing his hands to the ground above his head and lifting his legs Ark would kick up, flipping right up back to his feet. He would quickly realize that even though he had been knocked onto his back Ishida had not stalled his next attack. Ark had not seen the full attack, but would only see the result of it. Two more blasts had left the man hands, both launching up above Ark and merging together. Raising an eyebrow he wasn’t sure what Ishida had planned, but that uncertainty wouldn’t last long as the now larger blast rips apart. A number of bolts would start to rain down towards the platform, all of them focused on the area around Ark.
Realizing he was caught in the middle of it didn’t really matter which direction he would try to escape. Rushing forward, his eyes skyward, Ark would at least try and close the distance between himself and his opponent. Moving as fast as his legs could carry him he would do his best to duck in-between the blasts he could, keeping his barrier up against those that slam into him. The blasts had actually gotten weaker compared to the original blast, but still the ones that hit him would make him stagger and stumble.
Getting his feet back under him Ark would head straight for his opponent. Ishida was again ready sending in two small blasts like his original one, but Ark would not try to dodge them this time. Instead the human would bring his hands up. Each one would move to intercept one of the blasts, using his Force Palm technique, the Ki blasting from his hands deflecting the small blasts off to the side. The two small blasts would head straight for the crowd, only to be absorbed by the defensive field set up around the platform.
With the distance between the two fighters shrinking Ishida would switch back to his Bakurikimaha stance, again trying to send out a blast that would send Ark tumbling away from him. Ready for it this time Ark would drop into a crouch as Ishida grabs a hold of his wrist, the human having learned from the first time what that meant. Taking to the air with flight wasn’t allowed, but jumping was, Ark legs heaving as he launches himself up in the air seconds before the blast would slam into him as it had before. Ishida of course would start to lift his hand up to compensate for Arks new position, but he would not be fast enough. Having gotten rather close already the jump would bring Ark up and over the last blast to land right in front of Ishida.
His first motion would be to slap his forearm against Ishida’s; smacking both of them off to the man’s left. Ark would then grab the man’s head, dropping backwards as he does. Tucking his legs he would plant them against his opponent’s stomach as he pulls him forward and down before kicking up with his legs. The whole action would send Ishida up and over into the air, while Ark would continue into a backwards roll to bring himself right back to his feet. Executing a quick spin, Ishida not having landed yet he would be open for Ark’s next attack. Slamming his hand into his opponent’s chest Ark would use his Force Palm technique to amplify the blow, knocking Ishida away so that he hits the ground rolling, a small groan coming from the man after the rough landing.
The rules for the tournament stated that a fighter had to yield or be knocked from the platform for the match to end. Neither of those events had occurred yet so Ark would do his best to not give his opponent a chance to recover. As Ishida was starting to get back to his feet Ark would come for him. Ishida’s hands would come as the close combat starts; able to deflect the first couple of blows, but it would soon become apparent the fighter preferred range. Ark on the other hand was all about close combat, his arms working in a blur to keep his opponent off balance, an occasional kick coming into the mix.
Pressing his advantage Ark would continue his assault, knowing he was starting to get ahead of his opponent. Not wanting to knock Ishida away from him just yet he would not use his Force Palm technique even when he landed solid blow on the man, simply trying to slowly back the man up towards the edge of the platform…it was working.
Ishida was starting to breathe a little heavier, a sign that he was getting worn down as Ark works him towards the edge of the platform. On a couple of occasions he would try to put his palm towards Ark in an attempt to blast him in the chest, but Ark was quick enough to slap the hands aside, not letting any of them connect. Feeling he had this match won, but not wanting to get ahead of himself like he had in the first round Ark would continue to concentrate until Ishida was a couple of yards from the edge. Reaching in he would slap both of the man’s arms out to the side only to then execute another quick lunge which would slam both of his palms into Ishida’s chest. Channeling Ki through both of his hands the blow would pack a powerful punch, lifting Ishida right off of his feet and sending him flying. Again he would grunt when he lands on his back, but this time it would be on the floor around the platform.
“The winner and advancing to the Semi-finals, Ark Ghiest”
Standing on the edge of the platform now Ark would bow to Ishida, his opponent giving him a bow in return once he had risen to his feet. With a small smile on his face he would look to the crowd, first locating his father. Owin sat with his arms across his chest and would give his son a small nod before rising to his feet, no doubt heading from the stands to meet Ark on the floor. The next person he would search out would be Vayle, hoping again she might be watching him in the ring and when he found her she was indeed looking at him. Smirking Ark would give her a playful salute which would only have her rolling her eyes in response. With a small snort he would drop down from the fighting platform and make his way to meet up with his father.
“Not bad son, seems you were a little more focused then the first fight. Must have been that bye round, eh?”
Ark’s would shrug some. “Maybe, or perhaps I was just on top of my game today. Either way I cannot deny it worked out well for me. Still I am glad I was able to close in on him. I am sure it wouldn’t have gone as well if I hadn’t been able to get close to him”
“True. Feeling up to a nice meal?” Owin would start to walk even before Ark answers, knowing his son wouldn’t pass up on a warm meal. Of course he wouldn’t, but he would turn once more to find Vayle in the crowd, offering a small wink before heading off. Ark didn’t have to look to know that she was rolling her eyes at him once again.
(I know Namek Saga is locked right now, so PL whenever I can get it.)
Rolling his shoulders Ark was anxious for his opponent to step forward. The man, Adrian Marks had been called out to the platform twice and still no one seemed to be showing. Waiting as patiently as he could the human would look around the arena, trying to see if anyone was coming forward. After his win in the first round Ark had spent the rest of his day in his room, trying to again remove himself from the competition, preparing himself for the next round. Fighting for Ark was a test, a test of his strength, both inner and outer, as well as the strength of his will. As long as it was in a safe environment and in the spirit of competition he would enjoy himself.
Licking his lips he would again glance around a small frown coming to his features as a staff member steps over to the announcer, leaning in to whisper something in to his wear. After a short nod the announcer would turn on his microphone before speaking.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, Adrian Marks has had to withdraw from the tournament for personal reasons. Due to this Ark Ghiest will automatically advance onto the next round since a withdrawal counts as a forfeit.”
Shoulders slumping the one fighter on the platform couldn’t believe it. He was of course not disappointed that he was going on to the next round, but still it felt so much better to earn that advancement. It was out of his control though, so he would simply offer a slight bow before turning to hop off the stage. Well not what was he going to do for the whole day?
A thought would occur to him as he starts to head towards the living quarters, taking a turn for the crowd. He had a certain section in wind and a certain female in mind actually, one he had promised himself he would try and talk too. Stuffing his hands in his pants pockets as he walks towards the crowd he would look for the woman he had seen watching him the day before. She had been rather attractive and it wouldn’t hurt to try and start a conversation with her, perhaps she was a fighter herself.
Scanning the section she had been in the day before it wouldn’t take him long to spot her, and he wasn’t that surprised when she was again looking in his direction, a small little smirk on her face. Yesterday she had looked away when he had caught her watching him, but today she seemed slightly amused by his approach, or perhaps she was just amused that he had been shorted his match for the day. Slowly making his way up the stairs he would make it obvious that he was headed towards her, stopping at the end of her aisle though before waving her to come talk to him. To his pleasure she would rise from her seat and make her way over.
“Good morning. I have seen you… observing me, might I ask your name?” Ark would keep his hands away in his pockets, but did not hide his interest in the woman, although his eyes would make sure to remain on her face. He had seen her from afar and had already been able to see she was quite attractive, her wavy brown locks extending down to her waist, her green eyes quite striking.
Stepping out onto the stairs with him, out of the way of any others in her aisle she would extend her hand to him. “The name is Vayle Scythe, please to meet you Ark.” It would only make sense that she knew his name; it had been announced on two separate occasions already.
“Pleasure to meet you Vayle. What brings you to this tournament? No offense, but you don’t seem like a fighter.” The fighter couldn’t read her Ki signature in great detail, but he could tell it was far below his, roughly one fifth of his own power level.
Offering a small smile she would turn and point across the arena to a man stretching off to the side of the platform. He looked to be about the size of Ark and was dressed in a simple black Gi. “I came to watch my brother participate, yah know, family support and all.” Looking back to him she would move some stray hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “So it would seem your opponent had to withdraw, that is quite a disappointment isn’t it?”
When Vayle addresses him again his attention would leave the man in the Gi to focus on her once more, a small smile now coming to his face. “Yeah, I was looking forward to it actually, not the same to move on simply because you had no opponent to face. All well though I will just have to hope that tomorrow will turn out better for me.”
“I am sure it will, I doubt you will get lucky enough to get another bye round.” Her tone would give away that she was trying to mess with him a little, of course implying that he hadn’t earned his pass to the third round.
“So does that mean you would have bet against me today? It sounds like you might be underestimating me.” Ark’s arms would cross over his chest, taking a bit of a defiant pose although his smile really wouldn’t support the change in his posture.
“Perhaps, but either way you are going to lose eventually because at some point you will be against my brother. Just a heads up really, I would hate to see you too disappointed when he knocks you on your ass.”
The confident statement would surprise him, her calm and delicate appearance seeming out of place with the confidence in her tone. “Well we shall see, but if you talk to him you best not let him get ahead of himself, I won’t go down without a fight.” Behind him Ark could hear the announcer coming back over the loud speakers, calling the next pair of fighters to the match. Normally there was a bit more time between matches, but since his had ended with a forfeit there was no reason to hold off the next one.
When his full attention returns to Vayle she would be looking out towards the platform as well. “Well I would like to talk more Ark, but I promised my bother I would watch his match so please to excuse me.” With that she would start to make her way back down her aisle, asking those she passes to excuse her as she moves past.
“Well if he makes it to the next round I am sure I will see you around. Even if he doesn’t I hope we can chat again before you take your leave of the arena.” Not wanting to hold her up any longer he would give her a non-chalant wave and start to head back down to the arena floor. So far in the tournament he had made it a point not to watch the other matches and he planned on keeping it that way even though it meant he couldn’t talk with the woman any longer. With any luck she would be around tomorrow and he might be able to get some more time with her. Humming some he would head back to his room, his father no doubt already having made his way back there.
Day 3
Finally, his name was being called out over the loud speakers in the third day of the tournament. His second round match had been a disappointment, while the rest of his day had been pretty boring… despite the conversation he had with Vayle. Still he had come to this tournament to participate and the bye in the last round had just been plain boring.
Rolling his shoulders Ark would make his way up the short accent to the platform as he had done twice before, moving to stand in the white square once again. Hopping some he would be looking for his opponent, not having seen anyone make their way towards the other side of the platform. The name that had been called was “ Ishida Toriyu”, another name Ark did not know. Hoping this would not be another withdrawal he would continue to stretch and hop in his square, trying to get himself nice and warmed up for the coming match.
“Ishida Toriyu please make your way to the red side of the platform, your match is scheduled to begin.” A slight pause would follow before the announcement continued. “We will give the fighter two minutes to make his presence known or he will be disqualified.”
Letting out a soft sigh the human couldn’t help but fear his opponent would not show, his match again resulting in a bye for him. Waiting in his starting square Ark would watch the clock, counting down the two minutes that had been allotted to the missing fighter. Thankfully right around the minute and a half mark a man would come jogging out of one of the entryways, the apparent fighter dressed in a white Gi. Jogging his way right up to the red starting square he would turn to bow to the announcer and then to Ark.
“I apologize, I simply lost track of time, but I am now ready to start the match.”
Ark would give him a slight nod, just glad that he had actually made it out to the platform in time. Again the announcer would come over the loud speaker to announce the start of the match.
“Once the fight begins it will continue until a fighter yields or is thrown from the platform. There are no limits on what techniques you might use except that Bukujutsu is not allowed. If you both agree and understand pay your respects to each other and the match will commence”
Bowing to his opponent as he always did in scenarios like this Ark would be pleased to see Ishida bow as well. One might think that all that entered these sorts of tournaments would have mutual respect for those they fight against, but that was sadly not the case. It always pleased Ark to be fighting against someone that shared the same respect for the art of combat as he. When both had finished their bows and settled into what looked like stance the buzzer would sound to signify the start of the match.
Almost always a defensive fight Ark would move from his square cautiously, starting to move towards the center of the platform. Ishida on the other hand had settle into a stance in which one arm was tucked away behind his back, the other pressed out in front of him his palm facing Ark. Once the fighter from the white square had started to make his way out the hand Ishida had tucked behind him would snap out and to the side, coming forward in a arc to launch the small energy blast he had formed in his hand. The attack itself would arc out some before turning towards the man closer to the center of the ring.
No stranger to such attacks, although not a fan himself, Ark would be ready for it. As the blast comes in towards his location he would hold off, letting it get as close as he thought safe before launching himself with his legs so that he could dive into a roll and hop right back to his feet towards the middle of the ring. Coming to his feet the human could realize the first attack had simply been a distraction.
Ishida now stood with his legs spread out, barely out of his own starting square and his other hand still stretched out in front of him. The hand that had tossed the first attack now held the wrist of his outstretched arm, bracing himself for what was next. The name of the attack was Bakurikimaha and Ark was not ready for it like he had been for the first attack.
Bringing his arms up in front of him, his barrier wrapping around his body as he would prepare for the blast, knowing he would not be able to dodge this one. A grunt would come from the man as the blast slams into his arms, knocking him right off his feet and launching him several yards to land hard on his back. Thankfully he would land in the ring still, several yards away from the edge, but even with his barrier he had felt that one.
Pressing his hands to the ground above his head and lifting his legs Ark would kick up, flipping right up back to his feet. He would quickly realize that even though he had been knocked onto his back Ishida had not stalled his next attack. Ark had not seen the full attack, but would only see the result of it. Two more blasts had left the man hands, both launching up above Ark and merging together. Raising an eyebrow he wasn’t sure what Ishida had planned, but that uncertainty wouldn’t last long as the now larger blast rips apart. A number of bolts would start to rain down towards the platform, all of them focused on the area around Ark.
Realizing he was caught in the middle of it didn’t really matter which direction he would try to escape. Rushing forward, his eyes skyward, Ark would at least try and close the distance between himself and his opponent. Moving as fast as his legs could carry him he would do his best to duck in-between the blasts he could, keeping his barrier up against those that slam into him. The blasts had actually gotten weaker compared to the original blast, but still the ones that hit him would make him stagger and stumble.
Getting his feet back under him Ark would head straight for his opponent. Ishida was again ready sending in two small blasts like his original one, but Ark would not try to dodge them this time. Instead the human would bring his hands up. Each one would move to intercept one of the blasts, using his Force Palm technique, the Ki blasting from his hands deflecting the small blasts off to the side. The two small blasts would head straight for the crowd, only to be absorbed by the defensive field set up around the platform.
With the distance between the two fighters shrinking Ishida would switch back to his Bakurikimaha stance, again trying to send out a blast that would send Ark tumbling away from him. Ready for it this time Ark would drop into a crouch as Ishida grabs a hold of his wrist, the human having learned from the first time what that meant. Taking to the air with flight wasn’t allowed, but jumping was, Ark legs heaving as he launches himself up in the air seconds before the blast would slam into him as it had before. Ishida of course would start to lift his hand up to compensate for Arks new position, but he would not be fast enough. Having gotten rather close already the jump would bring Ark up and over the last blast to land right in front of Ishida.
His first motion would be to slap his forearm against Ishida’s; smacking both of them off to the man’s left. Ark would then grab the man’s head, dropping backwards as he does. Tucking his legs he would plant them against his opponent’s stomach as he pulls him forward and down before kicking up with his legs. The whole action would send Ishida up and over into the air, while Ark would continue into a backwards roll to bring himself right back to his feet. Executing a quick spin, Ishida not having landed yet he would be open for Ark’s next attack. Slamming his hand into his opponent’s chest Ark would use his Force Palm technique to amplify the blow, knocking Ishida away so that he hits the ground rolling, a small groan coming from the man after the rough landing.
The rules for the tournament stated that a fighter had to yield or be knocked from the platform for the match to end. Neither of those events had occurred yet so Ark would do his best to not give his opponent a chance to recover. As Ishida was starting to get back to his feet Ark would come for him. Ishida’s hands would come as the close combat starts; able to deflect the first couple of blows, but it would soon become apparent the fighter preferred range. Ark on the other hand was all about close combat, his arms working in a blur to keep his opponent off balance, an occasional kick coming into the mix.
Pressing his advantage Ark would continue his assault, knowing he was starting to get ahead of his opponent. Not wanting to knock Ishida away from him just yet he would not use his Force Palm technique even when he landed solid blow on the man, simply trying to slowly back the man up towards the edge of the platform…it was working.
Ishida was starting to breathe a little heavier, a sign that he was getting worn down as Ark works him towards the edge of the platform. On a couple of occasions he would try to put his palm towards Ark in an attempt to blast him in the chest, but Ark was quick enough to slap the hands aside, not letting any of them connect. Feeling he had this match won, but not wanting to get ahead of himself like he had in the first round Ark would continue to concentrate until Ishida was a couple of yards from the edge. Reaching in he would slap both of the man’s arms out to the side only to then execute another quick lunge which would slam both of his palms into Ishida’s chest. Channeling Ki through both of his hands the blow would pack a powerful punch, lifting Ishida right off of his feet and sending him flying. Again he would grunt when he lands on his back, but this time it would be on the floor around the platform.
“The winner and advancing to the Semi-finals, Ark Ghiest”
Standing on the edge of the platform now Ark would bow to Ishida, his opponent giving him a bow in return once he had risen to his feet. With a small smile on his face he would look to the crowd, first locating his father. Owin sat with his arms across his chest and would give his son a small nod before rising to his feet, no doubt heading from the stands to meet Ark on the floor. The next person he would search out would be Vayle, hoping again she might be watching him in the ring and when he found her she was indeed looking at him. Smirking Ark would give her a playful salute which would only have her rolling her eyes in response. With a small snort he would drop down from the fighting platform and make his way to meet up with his father.
“Not bad son, seems you were a little more focused then the first fight. Must have been that bye round, eh?”
Ark’s would shrug some. “Maybe, or perhaps I was just on top of my game today. Either way I cannot deny it worked out well for me. Still I am glad I was able to close in on him. I am sure it wouldn’t have gone as well if I hadn’t been able to get close to him”
“True. Feeling up to a nice meal?” Owin would start to walk even before Ark answers, knowing his son wouldn’t pass up on a warm meal. Of course he wouldn’t, but he would turn once more to find Vayle in the crowd, offering a small wink before heading off. Ark didn’t have to look to know that she was rolling her eyes at him once again.
(I know Namek Saga is locked right now, so PL whenever I can get it.)
