Alea iacta est (Nam)[Saga]

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The deal had been struck, and no words could have described the feeling Kami had for the situation. His ultimate sense of failure was already at its maximum. He had failed to contain his own evil, and failed to collect any of his own dragonballs. He had failed to help save any of his students.
Toshio Katsuo, Nehan, and countless others dead to tyrants and chaos, and now Nam the only remaining loyal student had signed his life away to a fight he could not win. Kami couldn’t have been more proud of Nam. No matter what anyone else saw in the boy, Tenshu saw a man. A hero among men who would stop at nothing to protect a world that all but shunned him. Tenshu had no power in the situation. Geurin had eliminated the leveredge they had once held in their bond, and so he would have to be destroyed with brute force alone. Something that given a thousand years the old body of Tenshu would never have again. Yet he was not entirely useless. The sporadic Ritoru was a wild card that they could not afford. His emotional value to Nam was too high, and so the elder snuck his way behind the boy and grasped his tail to ensure that he could not get involved. Once Nam was safely inside the chamber Kami released the boy from his tension.

He hated having to do that to Ritoru, but the boy too was in no shape to fight anyone. His only techniques were taught to him by Zach and Nam, and even those still needed work. He couldn’t do anything more than fly, and shoot one common energy beam. If got involved he would only find himself dead. This fact only made things scarier when the boy took off running for the door. He couldn’t open it, not yet. It had only been a few seconds, meaning they would have only just barely started their combat within the chamber. If Ritoru opened the door too soon he was liable to summon the other invaders or worse yet be killed himself in the cross fire. Nam couldn’t afford the distractions.

His body instantly teleported to meet the boy at the front door. His walking stick would quickly be jammed in the door handle to prevent Ritoru from opening it (Without putting any effort into it) He would then reach his hand out to the boy placing it softly on his shoulder. The loving Kami felt empathy for everyone including this little boy. No doubt his conflictions were great, with his only friends all caught in serious life or death battles. His understanding of the situation must have been limited to what Nam had told him, or worse what Geurin had perverted his mind with. So with a soothing voice Tenshu would attempt to show the boy what love he could. Ritoru should have never been involved in this, his trembling body was a sign of that. He was hardly old enough to lose his baby teeth, and already he was being trained to knock the teeth out of grown men.

“Ritoru, you must trust in Nam. He wants what is best for all of us, and now we can no longer help him on this journey. He must travel this path alone, for alone he shall rise the victor.”

Hoping that his words helped the child in even the smallest way, Kami bent over to hug him. Because that’s what any child would need in this situation. A hug.

[Nam Reikonaga]

Nam had been shooting like rapid-fire, anxious to his vulnerable state in which he could not see where his opponent was. For all he knew, Geurin could have been staring at him in the face, mocking the half-saiyan; not only did the Solar Flare blind him, it caused him to panic where he would have normally done something a bit smarter –like activating his energy barrier. Instead, he was like a blind dog in a meat market, bombarding the perimeter his energy blasts.

“UGH!” he grunts.

The shooting fell to a halt and his eyes burst open when the half-saiyan felt Geurin’s fist cave into his stomach unobstructed. He reached deep and far, for which the resulting kiai wave propelled him astray and crashing into the ground. His back took the full brunt of the landing, rebounding off the achromatic floor and finally displacing a few meters from which he touched down. The Arm Buster dispersed and faded. Tears welled up in his eyes and he could see once again; except, now he couldn’t move.

The moment he attempted to move, he felt an abysmal, unfathomable, deep pain in his abdomen; like a cramp on steroids. Nam jerked as he tried to force his way up, but it was no use. Geurin was already starting to charge his attack, and Nam knew that his mistake on Vegeta was letting it happen. His eyes shrunk with rage and dyed themselves teal under the golden roar of his surging aura. His brown hair grew into golden locks as the Super Saiyan rose once again upon demand. The power manifested in him gave him the strength to stand before his time.

He had entered the Hyperbolic Time Chamber to fight a battle he had already lost once before. Nam already knew how things would turn out; in the end, they would reach their final stages of power, in which Nam’s speed would be lagging behind the oversized muscles until he was finally taken down by the namekian. He wouldn’t be surprised if the sneaky namekian even broke his rickety pledge and revealed a hidden senzu bean right at the very end, for which it would be Nam’s end. But Nam entered for a reason, and while he still had his speed, he planned on taking Geurin down before they got that far.

Ritoru’s life has extended if only two minutes, thanks to Nam’s decision. There was definitely a more ‘reasonable’ alternative, yet too heartless for Nam to bear. He would exact his mistakes of having lived instead of dying on Vegeta and take Geurin down. Nam wouldn’t lose himself to the dragon balls and lose the human half of his blood –no, not even a saiyan would have done it. The half-saiyan was set on winning now, he had to do it for the sake of the future –not only the humans, but the universe as a whole.

His aura flared violently and with forged determination his hands clenched tightly into a fist. It was time for the real battle to begin and the victor to rise. Nam had the faith of Tenshu and Ritoru, and for now, that must be enough. The saiyan’s power rose drastically, implying something was charging, but what? That would become his trump card as he lunged into the air at full speed to engage Geurin in combat. Unfortunately, he had those cursed rings around his arm, the perverse Bikkuri-Sho which belonged to Tenshu. Nam never figured how to deal with them; long range seemed like the best course of action, but then, he couldn’t keep himself away…

“HYAAAAAAAGH!” He yelled, fist high to strike Geurin’s smug face, except when he thought it was coming Nam zanzoked behind the namekian and thrust and upward kick to the center of his back with the heel of his foot. Propelling himself forward with bukujutsu, he was capable of doing motions which, otherwise, would have been impossible if he were on the ground. Shifting his center to the other leg while simultaneous moving forward, Nam struck with his knee at the same point of Geurin’s back and then pounded him with an overhead joint fisted thrust.

Charge 1 - Aura Blast

[Geurin]

In the time it took Nam to bring himself back to reasonable composure his Namekian opponent had already formed his attack, three rings on each hand pouring out the necessary Ki to engage with the Bikkuri, yet one more remained. The electricity within his rising Ki ignited and brought to him a distant relic of power. A sacrificial Ki that formed on the uppermost part of his fore arm. The red Bikkuri rings finally made themselves present on the battle, and Geurin could feel the overwhelming power within his hands. Nam's conundrum was worse than he realized as the Bikkuri acted as ranged and close quarters combat. The ability to quickly fire the rings, use them in a torturous Dendou Bikkuri, or even transfer the Bikkuri energy into his new corkscrew, all put him at an advantage to Nam's next attack. Although the instant rise to super saiyan was crafty, it was not unmanageable.

The first strike hit the small of his back. It was unavoidable as Geurin was far too focused on his charging of the fourth rings. Nam's aura was rising, but it was discombobulated and obtrusive to a solid energy signature, or in short Nam was using too much focus trying to fight the Namekian and charge at the same time. His rush forward in following the minister would be his mistake. Geurin's body contorted around, facing Nam just as the swift Knee came to dig into his back. Instead the knee would be greeted by Geurin's left arm not only blocking, but causing Nam to run into Geurin's own attack. This process would be repeated a second time as Nam brought his arm down from above for another strike. From their physically locked position Geurin had the upper hand, as physically touching his bikkuri would cause his opponent injury. The moment that Nam pulled away Geurin would pull his right arm back for a solid strike to Nam's upper chest, even closer to his neck. If the attack hit it would be damaging both due to the physical nature of the strike, and the Bikkuri that whirled around on his lower arm.

Nam could attempt to charge his Ki aura as much as he wanted, but Geurin knew better than to engage an enemy and charge at the same time. It was like trying to run while you are asleep, the two cannot simultaneously happen. At least not effectively. Regardless the Bikkuri was active now, and Geurin was more than willing to accept the consequences of that. Frankly he couldn't think of any attack better to engage his opponent with. Whatever attack Nam had planned, it had better be more capable than a Bikkuri strike, or Nam would be in serious danger.

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Because he was running at such a sluggish pace it wasn't difficult to stop when the elder namekian appeared in front of him. Keeping his head down as the tears escape he wanted to hit something. He wanted to scream, but then again he really just wanted Nam. The green man had things to say about it, things that he expected Ritoru would want to here. About Nam being a hero, and knowing what was best for them, and fighting for what was right. But all Ritoru knew was that he was alone, and now he was with the green man who had given him the icky water. As kami's hand came out to reach for a hug Ritoru would do the only thing he found it within his heart to do.

SLAM

Either he would hit the wall of the chamber, or his fist would glide as intended into the rib cage of the elder Namekian. His hair would begin to float lightly as his power level rose up to nearly fifty thousand and the boy began to heave, his body convulsing in a hyperventalation and without another word the small half saiyan used the techniques that Zach had taught him, and would do a round house kick backwards, leaping into the air in front of them, and causing another loud

SLAM

Either hitting the Namek in the head, or again landing against the time chamber beside them. Unable to think properly the boy would pull on the handle, unaware that the immovable staff was blocking his path. Pull as he might there was no breaking that staff while it was lodged so well in the door, perhaps if he were to pull it out he would have better luck, but the boy was not thinking straight and simply began yelling.

"Open the door! Open the door!"

He screamed, now in full tantrum mode. Ritoru had never thrown an unwarranted temper tantrum before, and arguably today would not be his first. All of the stress and pressure that had been placed on his shoulders, it was only right that the toddler do what toddlers do best.

[Nam Reikonaga]

Nam grinned with mirth to feel the soles of his feet connect to the namekian’s back. With every attack he brought about, he built up more backbone and faith in himself to actually win the fight. His movements were swift like the wind as usual, but apparently they weren’t enough; coming the second blow, Geurin managed to recover from the blow to his spinal cord. Nam was surprised, for even he would have to wait a few before being able to properly move –then again, Geurin was namekian and they barely needed water and food, who’s to say their nervous system wasn’t as fragile as humans –or perhaps it had to do with their thick and tough skin.

Geurin intercepted Nam’s jab with his forearm. His knee collided with the rippling power of the Bikkuri-Sho and burnt his leg with an electrifying spark. “Argh!” he cried in anger, gritting his teeth to avoid biting his tongue off. The one mistake brought his charging technique to a nose dive as the already discombobulated energy fluctuated far out of balance and nullified. Nam didn’t seem to be thinking straight. The meaning behind their fight, the fact that this might be their last, the uncertainty of possibly being locked away in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, and the risk of losing everything which was on the line; it all brought the man on a counterbalance, and that could be his ultimate downfall.

Right now, Nam was fighting the most important fight in the universe, the fate of everyone depended on his performance, and so he could not afford anymore aberrations. This brought him to the realization that they were truly in a battle of life and death, even if one would not die by the end of their fight; and so Nam would sacrifice his well-being, his future, and possibly a limb, if it meant he could gain an upper hand and defeat Geurin –cause even if the namekian spared his life as promised, Nam had made no such vows to the man.

The half-saiyan would not allow himself to become intimidated and endured the pain in its entirety so he could keep on truckin’ with his joint fists. Unfortunately, the green goblin brought out his other arm in defense. “AGH!” Nam grunts in agony, unsure whether he always wielded duel Bikkuri in each arm. Regardless, he would not pull back. Nam knew that pulling back would get them nowhere; they would continue the same dance over and over until one of them faltered, and so far things weren’t looking good for the saiyan –it never did. Instead, the persistent half-saiyan forged ahead against the namekian, driving him head over heels through the air while keeping both of his arms occupied.

His knee continued to press against the left arm, the thin fabric soon ripping apart by the force and later his skin. His joint fists split into a crafty grip; Nam’s left arm grabbed onto Geurin’s defending arm, probably not the smartest move, but Nam knew it wouldn’t come cheap. His hands would have instantly rippled if it weren’t for the disintegrating thick gloves which loosely shielded it from the Bikkuri rings. Saiyan clothing were made to tolerate energy, but the pain was already so livid his misty eyes began to water even more, and yet those tears evaporated between the heat of their auras so fast it didn’t even get a centimeter away from his eyelids. Slowly, he began pulling Geurin’s ki infested arm down and away, leaving the namekian wide open. His right arm would simultaneously cock back behind him, reforming into an Arm Buster fit for a Super Saiyan.

Nam didn’t want to simply injure Geurin, he wanted to disconfigure his face so it was no longer recognizable. The namekian’s mistake was revealing he was no longer linked to Tenshu back in the Lookout, and so grief would no longer hinder his actions. Nam could fight without holding back, and he intended to; for that cause, he summoned his Arm Buster once again in a golden bright hue, with which he would clobber the namekian in the face. Geurin couldn’t simply move his head out of the way; the girth of his arm was now far too much big.

After the blow had sent Geurin propelling downwards, Nam would instantly commence a one-handed charge of the Kamehameha wave. He would bring back his left arm, the blue mesmerizing ki would buzz to life in mere seconds, hovering over the palm of his injured hand. The remnants of his glove teasingly fluttering in the pressure of his ki. “HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Nam called out, thrusting his arm forward as the energy wave burst into a full out blast that would pelt down on Geurin like a raging waterfall.

[Geurin]

Nam continued his assault, knowing well the damage it would be greater to himself than his namekian adversary. Perhaps it was not that he knew not of the pain, but rather that he knew it and chose to do nothing about it. Nam's perseverance was admirable, but his strategy at the current time was to fight a battle of endurance, and if that was his aim, purposefully hindering himself was a poor start. His hand made contact with Geurin's wrist, and the rings immediately took to his defense, swirling away at the arm that invaded them. Nam's alternative goal was to move Geurin's arm and swing at his face, although the hero would have a harder time doing that then he may have expected. Geurin's muscles flexed as the stress on them grew, the pink outer layer of his strength bulging with veins of both Ki and blood as the two super powers clashed. Nam trying desperately to pull the demon's arm down, and Geurin giving him a power to rival his own in the process. From this angle however Geurin could not have been fully victorious, he just needed to plan his escape correctly. Nam could hardly hide the mass of energy concealed in his opposing fist, so when Nam did finally successfully bring the Namek's arm down, Geurin's opposing arm rose to block the attack, the Bikkuri instantly sparking as Nam's golden aura in crested hand swung in.

It was impossible to fully defend against. Nam's attack was designed specifically for using as much energy to create the largest physical attack possible. One of the rings from his left Bikkuri disappeared in the defense of his position, and with that Geurin went down, the physical damage of the attack had not been much, but his impact with the ground was another cruel reminder of their earlier combat. He would have little time to consider strategy as the Saiyan pulled his free arm back and with an immediate spark of adrenaline launched half of what was his most famous attack. The one handed Kamehameha wave fired down on Geurin who finally saw an opportunity to use his new Bikkuri skills in a surprising manner. The ability to slice through Ki was not natural of it, but in his most recent training he had developed an attack that worked perfectly against weaker beams.

Pointing his left arm up as if aiming a cannon the Namekian locked in on the blue beam of energy as it flew down onto his position with the fury only a super saiyan could harness, and from his arm all rings began to connect to each other into a spiral of green Ki. When Geurin fired the energy it shot forward in the same manner, striking into the wave and almost instantly eating away at it.

"Corkscrew!"

The spiralling energy would maliciously deterioration the opposing energy, slicing through eat and gaining momentum as it grew. The corkscrew was designed specifically with beams of energy in mind, striking them in the middle and then cutting through them. Perhaps a well charged wave would have been more of a challenge, but even then the attack was designed to launch a counter defense to these commonly seen beams. It would take a single ring to conquer the one handed wave, the other two would be what impacted Nam if he did not have an alternative in place. It would strike directly on his now bared hand, and push forward towards his chest that was behind it. Nam could always put his own second fist in the way but that would likely end the attack as well.

He had challenged the Bikkuri and now the question was how would the saiyan react to the response he was given. Geurin's left arm steamed with the release of the attack. He had not been under its effects for very long, so his left arm was left undamaged. Continued exposure would not reveal the same for his right arm which still boasted all four powerful rings. Using his right arm to prop himself up, and then using his own Buukujutsu with his legs to float backwards and to a standing position the Namek lamented his condition, feeling the tenderness in his back which had now taken many physical strikes including two hard falls to the ground. Nam was not the only one taking damage in this combat, but it would take more than a sore back to bring down this demon.

[Nam Reikonaga]

As expected, Nam struggled to bring Geurin’s arm out of the way, his Bikkuri cutting through his gloved hand every second he kept holding onto it. His aura bursting simultaneously with his power as he increasingly called upon it to gradually overpower the namekian. The masochistic brutality behind Nam’s tactics defined his determination to bring an end to Geurin, or perhaps it only demonstrated how desperate he truly was. In all of his previous battles, he some way or another felt it was okay to just die –but he realized now that death wasn’t a luxury he could afford.

Too many people have their faith, too many people depend on his success. If Nam died now he would have done nothing but ruin the saiyan’s plan. ‘If only he had gone to Namek as told’, Boliko would say. ‘If only he had left Geurin to me’, General Rensou. Their voices echoed in his mind and such words further fueled his desire to win. Nam couldn’t let this become another one of those many fight where the enemy wins and he survives. He needed to take Geurin down here and now, and silence those hurtful words being spoken just as their battle drew its course between the lost records of time. –and if that was just impossible in his current state, then he would ascend past his limits, riding atop the same cloud as Rensou Hiruen, or even further surpassing him in the process. Whatever it took, Nam believed he could do it, just as he had every time he needed it. Every time he was pushed to his limits he somehow managed to break through, and for once in his life, he believed he could do it; just as Kami believed.

Nam thrust his ki infested fist at the namekian with all his present might. Surprisingly Geurin had used his other limb, but at least he had destroyed one of those forsaken Bikkuri rings. He didn’t stand around watching him fall though, the moment his attack hit he was already backing up his left arm despite the shrill pain and launched his next attack right away. Certainly this day would be full of surprises as one bombshell revealed itself after the other. Geurin had developed his Bikkuri-Sho for long range, and that just made their battle twice as difficult since Nam couldn’t fight close range without getting burnt and, apparently, his energy attacks couldn’t get through to him either.

Nam instantly deciphered the properties of Geurin’s technique, probably because he called out its name. ‘Corkscrew’, he thought in disdain, it lived up to its name. Just like a drill it pierced through the center of his Kamehameha wave and then pushed it aside from the inside out. It was a contentious technique which had little to no effort it overwhelming his energy wave. It rushing through with relative ease and Nam was once again forced to disarm his Arm Buster and add that second hand to the fray. The energy wave roared with life, growing about double its girth and twice its power, although this only delayed the advancing screw driver.

Finally, it was time to reveal a technique Geurin had yet not seen and would hopefully give him an edge in the current power struggle. The Aura Blast; it wasn’t an overly powerful technique like the other energy waves but it allowed him to attack Geurin from two different angles; something he probably wasn’t expecting. The aura blast was as fast as lightning. Its effects could singe the enemy, but what Nam was looking for was its ability to push back his foe. If the technique successfully made contact with Geurin then it would probably cause him to lose balance and change the course of the Corkscrew.

With new battle plan in mind, it was set to the test; Nam’s golden aura would flare wildly like before and to Geurin’s surprise it would soon root out of his body and arch around the battling energy waves, ultimately striking him out of focus and redirecting his attack.

[Geurin]

The Corkscrew had done all that it needed too in destroying the signature technique of his opponent. A wave of relief shot over the Namek as his own self doubts immediately vanished. In his last training he had been pushed to the very limit not physically but mentally. He swore that his own son had been there, not Izanagi or the less impressive Yami, but rather his first son. Gurin. Gurin had been there and had told him to use the chamber, he had told him to use the corkscrew. Yet Gurin wanted him dead and at one point had sided with the brunette so as the Namekian thought it over he decided that his own sub consious had developed these idea's and his paranoia had created the idea that they came from the late Namekian.

No this had to be the work of Geurin, there was not a mind crafty enough to defeat the demon at his own tactical game. Geurin had developed the fourth ring after all. He had summoned the ancient art of the Kikkou style, which he had yet to utilize in this fight, and he had mastered the black fire, which that too remained untapped. Geurin had a thick repitoir of powerful tricks with damaging consequences, not the least of which was his next technique. His left arm was now free to handle other attacks, and with the corkscrew now piling into Nam, Geurin knew what he would do next. He would overwhelm the boy with another energy attack, one that was equal to his one handed Kamehameha wave. A green light appeared in the palm of his hand as he prepared it. The Demonic wave was in some ironic way the waves equal, it held similar properties, density, and Ki amount, yet held a different color, and an aura that was far more sinister. Thrusting his hand forward the beam was nearly fired when suddenly a wind like none Geurin had ever felt picked his feet off of the air he was standing on, and in a most literal fashion flipped him upside down.

Perhaps it was Geurin's own power conflicting with the energy, but his body began a cylcone of flips to the right, and as the Namek struggled to gain his balance he came to realize that his demonic wave had been unable to fire, and had reverted back into his body in the form of a struggling Ki. As his body helplessly flailed about Geurin's anger rose. His demonic wave had a legitimate chance of ending Nam, especially if it drove the corkscrew through his heart. Yet instead he found himself twirling through the air as if a common tornado has swept him away. Perhaps Nam's attack had not had the desired effect, or maybe it had. His cloak was singed and though he was not actually injured, his body was distracted from task.

Finally exerting a large quantity of Ki a shockwave of energy filled the room, likely not enough to do more than blow Nam's hair with the fluttering breeze, but it did level Geurin out, his nostrils flaring, and eyes squinted in determined fury. It was as if Nam was just mocking him, the attack had not hurt, all it had done was send Geurin spiralling like a fool, and the boy would regret that. His eyes opening widely for only a moment as two large arms shot out from his armpits, the sound of ripping skin and spitting blood filled the room and Nam looked into the face of Geurin, now boasting four arms, the top right of which still held four vicious Bikkuri rings.

"I am done warming up!"

He yelled, his ears decisively pointier, and his teeth prestinely sharper. It was as it should be, when Geurin accessed any level of higher power he found himself looking slightly more intimidating. Though nothing like the feral condition he had been in back on Vegeta, Geurin had trained himself out of that barbarian level conduct, which was all the more reason that this would be his final fight with Nam. The advantage of his inexperience at higher power was gone, he was now a creative and effective fighter, the super dome ensured that.

Meanwhile Nam had made one error in judgement. He had swept Geurin off his feet, but had not changed the trajectory of his Corkscrew, that attack was still heading the same way it had been, it had been unmoved by his aura attack. Much like a bullet lost from the chamber of a gun, the gun's position after firing was of little importance. Nam would have to deal with the corkscrew before engaging Geurin again. The question on Geurin's mind was whether Nam would reveal his final release of energy, or if they would continue to play out at the levels they were at. Geurin half hoped he would transform ending things quickly one way or another. Yet another part of him desperately wanted this fight to last for an eternity, it felt like their engagement already had. Geurin had studied it all, Nam's past, his present, and even predicted his future nearly entirely with accuracy. The only thing he had not predicted was their combat here with the saiyans on Earth, and even that seemed to be playing out.

Frankly

Nam was the only person who was linked well enough with Geurin to defeat him. No one else would receive that glory short of Geurin killing himself in madness, but that day would not be today. Nam would not interfere with Geurin's plans. As promised he would defeat the man in two minutes time, and then return to the fight on Earth, which was now heating up in several places, begging for others to come and join the fray. The question remained as to who would leave the chamber.

[Nam Reikonaga]

Nam watched with satisfaction as Geurin was propelled away. The Aura Blast worked better than he had anticipated, though he was still in a predicament. Much to Nam’s misfortune, the Corkscrew attack was still in motion and advancing through his energy wave like a knife through butter. In the end, whether he had managed to move Geurin or not made no difference for he still had to deal with the spiraling wave that threatened to pass through him; and unfortunately there was but one way to do so.

The half-saiyan receded from his energy wave, watching it fade away under the might of the drill and prepared himself to grab a hold of it. Both hands reached for the tip and grabbed it with all the pressure his power could manage. The Corkscrew would spiral, slowly slipping through his grip and making its way towards the half-saiyan’s heart. The tension alone was capable of peeling the fabric from Nam’s chest as if welcoming the end of the Screw which got closer and closer. Nam’s grapple was regressed to the protruding sides of the beam, which was both favorable and not. Each hand held onto the sides of the helix, pulling against its natural motion and forcing it to stop it from spinning.

“AAAAGH!” He yelled, feeling the incandescent tip of Geurin’s now independent attack, slowly piercing through the skin of his chest. It would leave him a scar to remember the namekian by, if he ever got out of this alive. His aura sparked around him fiercely, his veins began protruding from his skin and so his strength ostensibly increased to the highest peak his current transformation was capable of. His already echoing voice augmented even more within the colorless Chamber and reverberated around them although there wasn’t any objects from which the sound particles could bounce off of, but those were the properties of the odd room capable of hosting their battle.

“It is the select few that win their freedom.”

No human on earth –except perhaps one, was capable of fighting the battle which Nam fought this very moment. One of those many battles that decide the future of their lives. If Nam had not understood before, he did now; only the few who have risen to this level of power could ever hope to stand against this narcissistic namekian. That old tactic of numbers over power was out-ruled long ago, the moment people gained the ability to manipulate the energy surrounding them and harness it for their own personal gain. No amount of riots or rebels would make any difference in comparison to the power emitted within that single infernal and infinite room, except that of those who have learned to surpass their limits as mortals and become –if only a little, closer to gods…

Nam pushed the Corkscrew away and gradually slid it to his left. The tip would grind along his chest, leaving a painful gash in its place. Regardless, he was able to save his life and allow himself to fight for just a little longer. Geurin’s energy wave was finally, whether through brute strength or sheer determination, forced out of trajectory. The drill would continue onward towards the ground without any restraints and attempt to pelt through, but even that wasn’t enough to penetrate this mysterious place. Sparks flickered to the grinding motion between the two until one’s energy finally depleted and vanished without a trace.

Nam pressed on his chest with his burnt hands and cringed. Blood dripped from the center of his chest and out to the left, the extremity of his gash. The skin-tight blue jumpsuit had mostly disintegrated on the torso area, the remaining on his back hanging behind him. His chest expanded and retracted in accordance to his breath, but the mere act of breathing sent a sharp pain through upper body. His hands quivered, black and burnt from all the malicious energy attacks he had full-heartedly decided to hold despite the repercussions; by now his other glove was no more and both hands were completely bare and injured. The fabric around his left knee was also ripped and torn, just as the leg itself was drooling of fresh gore.

Compared to Nam, Geurin was perfectly fine –as usual. He always seemed to be the one who suffered the most through his battles. It was no wonder he could never win. Still he glared at the four armed namekian wishing he could only just break that damned nose and watch his blood spill for once and a while. The worst thing is, Geurin still had a full arm infested with his Bikkuri-Sho, and he predicted it wouldn’t be long before that arm suffered from drawbacks and became completely useless. Nam’s best card right now, was time.

“I thought you’d never say that,” he said, actually frightened within his core, but he couldn’t show that to Geurin; he couldn’t allow his enemy to know that he was panicking. Nam kept thinking to himself that Geurin was bluffing, he couldn’t possibly have a technique more terrifying than the one he had just unleashed. The only other one Nam knew about was that black flame which burned like a million termites, but Nam already knew how to relinquish it. For now, the super saiyan kept his distance, watching wearily at Geurin’s every move.

[Geurin]

Finally their battle was underway. Watching his corkscrew dig into Nam's chest was almost more than Geurin could watch. Not that he felt bad about his actions, but rather because they were just too perfect. Even after the attack had been fully removed from battle, Nam's arm's forcefully shoving the attack into the ground. The blood that trickled from his chest and soaked the front of his shirt was tantalizing to the demon. He wanted to touch it, to smell it. He could already smell Nam's fear, his anger, his frustration, his determination. For if he had not the appropriate mixture of those emotions, his corkscrew would have tore through his opponent. Nam however possessed all of the necessary attributes to not only be successful, but to come back swinging. His power seeming to max out as it had on Vegeta, though his muscles did not bulge. Perhaps Nam had perfected his form, or perhaps he had even more Ki stored in a place of deeper passion and grit.

"Lets end it Hero!"

With that the Namek rocketed towards his prey, his aura brushing against the fogy ground and propelling him quickly forward. No doubt he and Nam were both equal in power at this point, the Bikkuri ripping away at Geurin's arm, but hopefully also at his opponent as that would be the first thrust forward. The idea was to break whatever Defense Nam set up with a swift Bikkuri strike, followed by jabs with the other four arms. Quickly in rapid succession the harms would ram forward punching at the Brunette. The upper arms including the Bikkuri aiming for his head, and his bottom arms aiming for the stomach.

From behind him another sinister effect was taking place, since both fighters were outputting nearly three million in power level, Geurin was capable of creating a clone of himself. The being was of course not as powerful as Geurin or Nam, but it was only marginally weaker. Crawling out of Geurin's back as he made his thrusts forward, focusing primarily on the Bikkuri still encasing his right arm, the clone flew quickly out of Geurin's back and to the ground below, his own energy starting to charge. If Geurin could attack Nam from two directions he would be at a severe disadvantage, and until Nam actually poured out more energy he would have to show his true endurance in facing the Namek.

Hitting the ground on all fours the demon clone began to charge its aura, a dark green engulfing it and energy pouring into its reserves. Once it was ready he would be able to join Geurin in a physical confrontation. Until then the primary Geurin would hold Nam off. While the clone could not stand up to Nam on his own, Nam couldn't very well ignore the attacking Namekian in front of him to strike the clone.

~Charge 1~

( Gotta keep you on your toes)

[Nam Reikonaga]

“I’m no hero,” Nam corrected as the namekian charged forward. His speed was as awe inspiring as ever, and his strength was just as fearsome –even more with the extra limbs. The sound barrier seemed to break apart at Geurin’s velocity, even with all the protruding arms which hindered his speed. The half-saiyan pondered how he should go about the green goblin now that he had increased his reach and yet there was still one Bikkuri-Sho he needed to take care of. The technique was so unique and it was also so pure when he first saw Kami sporting it during their training sessions. Geurin, however, mastered it and took it further beyond its limitations.

Nam was sure there was a guy whom Tenshu had taught it to; but that guy, the one who was meant to be the ‘hero’ disappeared in battle and so Nam would fill his place. “I’m just a man who had fight this battle...” He continued, his aura flared in an instant and engaged the namekian with full speed throttle; the moment he and Geurin were both meters apart from contact, aided by his High-Speed Movement, the half-saiyan zanzokened out of the namekian’s sight and reappeared behind him with kick to the back which would propel him away. It was an evasive tactic, as Nam was hoping to avoid the Bikkuri-Sho for as long as it persisted. One arm almost took his life, he wouldn’t want to imagine a second –or even a third. Changing his entire body mass and center in time would be somewhat physically impossible, and so Geurin was fated to meet with his pending heel once again, this time making distance between each other.

What? Nam’s eyes widened. For a second, he thought he had seen a head projecting out of the goblin’s back –no, he was sure of it, and it was no surprise since he already knew such a thing was possible. Geurin had demonstrated that feat. Several times whether it was to harass his teammates on Kami’s Lookout or warn him not to go to Vegeta before the events too place and went out of hand. Nam would surprise Geurin in return and place his hands over his face, screaming out for the first time during their fight –yet the second collectively, the name of that irritating technique the moment his enemy turned to meet him eye to eye.

“SOLAR FLARE!” he cried out, veiling the area in a blinding bright light just as before, except this time it was Geurin’s turn. It was all encompassing and the only thing capable of repelling such a technique was nothing but a trivial gimmick such as sun-glasses –though neither he nor his enemy had even discovered such a thing.