Explanation [Geurin]

[Geurin]

As his opponent landed Geurin noted two things. The first and most importantly was that Kazama's guard was down. This sort of arrogance was fine around Geurin, but when fighting someone outside of this dome he could not be so frivolous with his own endurance. Surely he was good, but there were others out there whom were equally as terrifying in strength, namely Nam, or Boliko himself. Kazama handing out free shots was unacceptable and Geurin would teach him the error in his judgement.

The second thing he noticed was the tone in his voice, a much darker tone seemed to sneak to the surface. Still not entirely sure how Majin absorption worked Geurin could only guess at the side effects, but Geurin knew what it was like to have others rattling around within your mind, as he knew how it felt to be trapped within someone else's thoughts. Neither was particularly pleasant. This sort of confusion would also hinder his fighting ability, so pushing him to the breaking point would be necessary in order to truly test his resolve.

His aura ignited around him, whipping around his feet in a green flare and then like a bright light flashing around his chest up towards his head. His hands upturned as two small balls of Ki began to form within his palms. The light Ki began to turn a crooked black as it solidified and became the infamous crusher ball. Each hand held one of the bludgeons, or rather levitated them slightly above the skin.

"A mistake you will surely not repeat"

He replied, his eiry smile plastered smoothly across his face nearly stretching from ear to ear. Pulling back, as if pitching a baseball Geurin would thrust the ball forward towards Kazama's head and then would quickly spin on the tip of his toe's, throwing the other at the Majin's mid section. Like many before him had learned, the crusher balls were not simply a single attack, but rather a constant barrage of dangerous blunt strikes. If Kazama dodged either throw, the ball would simply fly to the next platform, bounce off of it like a tennis ball, and come flying back to strike Kazama in the same place it was originally from, only this time from behind. If he was hit the same problem would arise, the ball would hit him and then fall to the ground, only to bounce back up once again to attack him.

Izanagi had nearly died fighting these, and Zach had been tortured by them as well. It was time to see how the Majin handled not only a fighter superior to himself, but also a variety of strange and torturous attacks.

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"A mistake you will surely not repeat"

The Prime Minister of Earth gracefully twirled on his toe before launching one ball of ki at the Majin followed quickly by another. Something was strange about these balls of ki though. They did not move through air like every other one known to the Majin. Kazama stepped back, his feet sinking into the sand because of the gravity. With a split second reaction Kazama smacked one of the blasts into the ground expecting it to erupt on impact instead it shot straight back up at the Majin’s head. He was barely able to move out of the way in time as the ball of ki soared skyward. It was this distraction that caused him to forget about the second attack.

As Kazama lowered his eyes back down at Geurin the second ball of ki smashed into his face. Shockwaves rippled throughout his skull before the ball of ki ricocheted off his face in almost a ninety degree angled. The Majin twirled on his feet from the force as half of his face seemed to be collapsed in like soft dough.

Kazama felt his anger seethe from every pore as his one good eye watched the ball of ki soar off into the distance. It smashed against a tree and shot back towards him again. His face popped out to the original state adorned with a look of pure anger on his face. Kazama let magical energy swirl around his hand and waited for the volley ball like energy to return. Then at the last second Kazama’s hand shot straight out puncturing the energy ball causing a small explosion that engulfed his hand. When the dust cleared it now became visible that Kazama’s hand had been encased in magical energy turning it into a deformed claw. His eyes drifted down to the claw and then he silently stated,

“Claw of the Undead.”

The Majin turned his head back to Geurin who no doubt could move around perfectly fine in the increased gravity while his protégé had to struggle. It was fine with Kazama. After all how was he going to become stronger in order to beat Sohko into a bloody lifeless pulp without his training? A high pitched whistling slowly began to increase in volume as Kazama kept his eyes on Geurin. Kazama took a step backwards and then when the Crusher ball passed in front of him. With a great deal of force Kazama smashed his magical claw hand, now a closed fist, into the side of it.

“YOU CAN HAVE THIS BACK!” Kazama roared.

The Majin was not stupid and knew that the Namekian would have a counter ready for him. So as soon as the ball had been launched forward with new added momentum Kazama dispelled his claw and channeled his energy into an attack that he rarely ever used. He focused on the middle of Geurin’s chest. Just after Geurin dealt with the Crusher ball a black Ankh made of pure energy would form over where his heart should have been. Then with a quick snap of his fingers the Ankh would explode knocking the Namekian backwards. It wouldn’t seriously harm him but he also did not want to be treated like one the Prime Minister’s sons. He wanted the respect of a proper opponent in this fight and nothing less. And the ability to let off some of the chaotic energy that continued to build in his mind.

[Geurin]

The moment the Crasher made its forceful impact with the gelatinous cheek of his majin counterpart, Geurin began his counter measure. his hands began to spark as the paralyzing kinetic energy began to flow freely around his fingertips. An abrupt explosion caught Geurin's attention as his first crasher went down. It was not common to see someone so quickly able to counter the attack. His own children had been decimated by it, and even Zach had yet to develope a quick counter. Kazama even went so far as to throw the back back at Geurin. This was not the first time someone had attempted a rebound, and of course even if it hit Geurin it would simply bounce back to hit Kazama again. But the blackness within his chest worried Geurin considerably.

Catching the Crasher with both hands -And pushing himself back several feet in the process- The Namekian released his charged Kinesis into the crasher ball, and threw it directly into the black energy explanding to attack. Upon contact the Crasher exploded in a fury of electrical currents that would protect the prime minister from harm. However both balls were out of play now. The level of skill it took to so easily set aside Geurin's attack was not something to be shy of, Geurin would have to put forth a little more effort if he was going to impress the Majin. With his original plan to freeze the Majin now ruined -His crasher ball had carried away the charged energy for the attack- Geurin prepared a new counter measure.

"What truly drives you Kazama? What inspires you to grow"

He wanted to continue to learn about Kazama the same way he had been during their talk in the stands, but with the two of them fighting their Q&A would be cut to short remarks. Once the words had escaped his lips two arms shot out from within his creased pit. Slime and blood pouring from them as Geurin grunted from the immediate pain it caused. It would be worth the torn skin. Pulling the two new hands closer together he began to crack his knuckles, Four hands would come in...

...handy...

Geurin would not approach however, he had launched the first attack, now it was Kazama's turn to impress him with something cunning and clever. A simple energy attack could be dodged, or countered with equal power. Kaz needed something Geurin wasn't expecting.

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"What truly drives you Kazama? What inspires you to grow"

The words hung in the ears of the Majin. It may have only been a moment but to him it might as well have been a year. It was a simple question but far from a simple answer. Kazama had been created to destroy and did so magnificently under the control of Zad, the Mezoan leader. Any and every enemy fell to his unmatched power at the time. Hundreds of thousands died at his hands and that was before he was betrayed by the very man that had created. Zad had grown fearful of Kazama and had ordered him to be killed. That was a fatal decision for the monster that he used to destroy all of his enemies was now focused on him. Kazama made it his mission to destroy everything Zad built which meant the entire extermination of his race. On that path of destruction and vengeance he hurt the people that he actually had relationships with including Poso, his former teacher, and Shinrai, the woman that he loved more than life itself. Both were killed by him and it was a weight that he carried to this day. The one thing that truly drove Kazama to grow was a promise that Shinrai made him make before dying.

‘Live up to what I believe you can be.’

Even in the thick of battle it was clear that Kazama’s mind slipped from what was going on. It was a bad habit that he had picked up over the years as he tried to deal with everything he had done over his two hundred year lifespan. Perhaps Geurin would notice, maybe he wouldn’t, and it didn’t matter to Kazama. No, what mattered was showing off what he could actually do.

The four arms of the Prime Minister now stood as obstacles that the Majin had to get around. Suddenly his mind was back in the battle that he had picked. His eyes saw the arms moving by his side and knew that a simple energy blast was not going to do anything to the Prime Minister. His mind began to reel off many different battle strategies but none piqued the Majin’s particular interest. It was during that he realized that if Geurin’s son, Izanagi, had a form of telepathy, which he blatantly used over people. Perhaps it was a trait that he had obtained from his father. Kazama only had limited telepathic power but he could use them relatively well.

The red and black Majin closed his eyes and focused. Geurin wanted a show of what he was capable of. It would be in this moment that he could begin the show. His eyes snapped open letting out a telepathic burst which to normal people would be crippling, to someone who had telepathic powers would be one hell of a headache. Quickly following that Kazama raised both of his hands to his forehead and cried,

“SOLAR FLARE!”

A small burst of energy erupted from the Majin’s forehead in the form of a blinding light. It would blind anyone in the surrounding area. Kazama could only hope that the sudden attack on all of Geurin’s senses was enough to distract him for a moment. Within that moment Kazama charged forward at a high speeds while energy began to build around his body. This was going to have to be time carefully because he had never performed this attack moving before and wondered if it would hurt himself. Kazama would stop at the feet of the Prime Minister. To ensure that he didn’t escape Kazama could have tried to wrap his arm around the Namekian but figured that it would actually take too much time.

“A promise I made to someone many years ago,” Kazama replied to Geurin’s original question.

Whether he heard it or not did not concern him for it was the next moment when the energy that had built up around Kazama’s body suddenly released in all directions. Geurin would have to move a good deal of distance away at a decent speed to fully evade the attack which burst out from Kazama’s body in all directions. It would consume the island they stood on and all the area around it.

The ball was in Geurin’s court as to how he would respond.

[Geurin]

To add formidable insult to the situation, Geurin actually didn't notice the perversion into his mind. Kazama's attack was hardly capable of scratching the surface of Geurin's nasty mental powers. Perhaps on someone like Zach, or even Rensou it could be felt. But Geurin was mentally a fortified man. What did effect him however was the flash of light that yet again blinded him. Of course this attack had already happened once to Geurin in his fight against nam. It had been so effective that the Namekian had decided that it was time to learn the move itself, and had. Yet it appeared that the Majin had the strategy as well, and it would make Geurin a terrible victim. His eyes instantly were blinded, and a seering pain followed them. His teeth bared as he kept himself from actually vocalizing his pain, however the mass of energy that was now coming his way made for an interesting situation. He hadn't the focus to IT out of the way, so his for arms crossed over each other and took the blast, pushing himself back several feet before finally stopping. Steam rolled off of his arms as his aura lit up, it had to in order to fend off the blast. Kazama was not a weak creature, his power could not be flicked off with a light slap.

He had however heard all he needed to from the majin. As the vision returned Geurin said what was likely unexpected.

"Good, thats all I needed to hear"

His body suddenly dropped from the sky, almost free falling back towards the sandy shores of the island they were fighting off of. Just before his landing the water faded away giving way to the arena. Geurin had just ended their spar.

"I needed to be sure you had it in you, and clearly...you do"

He would wait for the Majin to land before continuing his train of thought. What he was really thinking of was how light the arena felt to him. Even under the impressive gravity everything seemed lighter. He had trained in much tougher environments, and it was troubling that this was the best Kazama could muster. He of course knew that the creature was at his best in this, thats why the gravity had been turned on. Yet he was still concerned with the level the saiyans were capable of. They already came from a planet at over ten times the earths gravity. Who knows how much more they could handle.

(Got permission from Ren for two more posts, so lets wrap this up and grade it.)

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It didn’t take much to impress Geurin apparently and it was a bit of a letdown for the Majin as he had been hoping to enjoy the fight they were going to have. The Prime Minister had wanted to get a grasp on what truly was his power and he found it difficult to believe the Namekian had in fact down so. But apparently all it took was a basic burst attack to impress him. He had to wonder what the human Zach had truly accomplished in his try out then in order to be held in such high esteem by the leader of Earth. Kazama had barely pushed himself and done so.

“Is that truly it? After all the taunting and goading that is all I get?” Kazama asked in frustration. The emotion was clearly displayed on his face it would probably be visible to that of a blind person. Kazama could feel the aspect of Masu clawing at the inside of his mind egging him on to continue the fight to make the Prime Minister. The Majin shook his head lightly and began to sink to the ground beneath him. The sand slowly parting ways under each foot. His eyes fell on the sand and could not help but wonder. Was every effort he was putting in be like worth it or was the coming battle going to end up being like that of the parting sand under his feet. Were the Saiyans all just going to show up and force the small force of Earth apart and into submission? Was he going to be denied his vengeance upon the drunkard who had left him to die all those years ago on the ice ball?

“Am I ready?” Kazama asked in a brief moment of low self esteem. He had never given much thought to the idea of failure as he never imagined Sohko ever being able to achieve more of a power level than he was at during his time with the Majin. However after his absorption of Masu Kazama seemed to pass every expectation of power he had had for himself and probably what Sohko had expected as well. But Kazama had heard how Geurin spoke of King Boliko and of General Rensou. Was it possible that Sohko was capable of such a power as well one that would surpass him for the first time in all of their existence. “Is Sohko truly capable of the power that I have heard Boliko and Rensou are capable of? When he shows up is that drunkard going to be so much more powerful than me that I will not be able to properly defend this planet from their destruction?” It was a strange site to see the Majin doubt his own strength but something was nagging at him. Maybe it was the chaotic nature just trying to undermine his own consciousness. In this moment all Kazama needed was a guiding hand to tell him that he was capable of doing amazing deeds. That was always what Shinrai had done with him. It seemed to work wonders.

Kazama’s eyes turned towards Geurin looking for some kind of approval. Childish, yes. Unexpected, yes. Necessary, definitely. Without Kazama feared that he would not have the mental fortitude to carry on the fight he knew he was capable of.

[Geurin]

Geurin heard the Majin's pleas, and it was really an interesting site. Geurin had never planned to beat the living hell out of the Majin, his intentions had always been to pull out the inner strength of the being, and then stop right in the prime. It was that hunger for battle, and that thirst for blood that made Geurin know that Kazama was truly the fighter he required. He needed to remind Kazama of what he truly was. Which is why it was so unexpected that the cocky Majin was suddenly doubting himself. Geurin knew exactly what to say in the situation, he was after all a master of manipulation. What he should have said was that Kazama was already unparalleled to them, and that Geurin was the strongest in all the universe. He should have assured him that Sohko's death would be as slow and painful as the majin wished it to be. Yet what he said was the truth, and it was less encouraging.

"I haven't the faintest idea whether or not these beasts will be stronger than us"

Perhaps not what Kazama had wanted to hear, but putting false hope in his warriors eyes was not Geurin's game. He wanted Kazama contemplating his fight just as he was currently doing. Thinking about how important it was, and just how intense their fight would be. The fact was that the Majin was already capable of many things, but fighting Rensou or Boliko was not one of them. So if Sohko had reached their level as he feared, then it was likely that Geurin would be sending Kazama to his death. That however would not be his final words.

"Would knowing you are destined to lose steer you from the path of victory? Or would it only drive you harder to the destination? Uncertainty, and fear, it is what drives us all. For you most importantly...revenge. So no matter who the enemy is, you will succeed if only you show them the hunger that you have right now. Chest heaving, pores sweating for more. I left you like this as a constant reminder of how badly you wanted this combat. You must want it even more if you even have the slightest chance to survive. So for your sake I hope you are ready, I hope you Feel ready"

Turning to the gate of his dome, and slowly swaggering away, the Namek reached into his pocket, and from over his shoulder threw the Key to his mansion. He wouldn't need it anymore and as they had agreed Kazama would want to spend his final days in the life of luxery. After this fight he would not be the same majin that had battled Geurin this day. He would likely be more noble with the traits of Sohko...or perhaps far more chaotic without them.

(PL)

[ammy]

Kazama: 9110
Geurin: 5690