Basna's search for power

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Basna leisurely landed. He adapted a wide smirk on his face which just couldn’t be swayed. His initial beliefs of this namekian were totally off. “Thanks,” he said, ignoring his previous statement and focusing on the “you’re good” part. “I’ve got to admit,” he started. Basna strolled forward as his spoke. Tap, tap, tap…

His antennae flicked briefly with delight. “I had you all wrong. You’re an incredible fighter…” he praised. The tapping of his feet increased tempo as he gradually hastened his power walk and soon broke into a jog and then a blinding dash. “Show me more!” he echoed through the fortress. He was using his ‘Rapid Movement’ again; translucent images trailed behind him, marking his previous individual postures as he ran and zigzagged across the room.

Basna outstretched an arm forward, striking low. He expected Nalin to jump out of the way and in that moment, the young namekian would stretch his other arm as the other retracted and grab onto anything he can manage. Pulling Nalin back down, he’d slam him to the ground and grind him across, bringing his body towards the readied fist awaiting to pound away.

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The Elder tried to keep track of Basna's movements, as did Nahlin. Only Nahlin couldn't keep up as quickly. Basna lashed out a swing, and Nahlin jumped easy enough. He readied a ki ball in one hand, charging up a move he had learned from Carnel. But before he could ready it, his other arm was snatched and pulled forward. Next thing Nahlin knew, he was on his back being punched in the face and midsection repeatedly.

But he had held onto the ki ball. it swirled faster and faster until it was fully charged. Nahlin had taken a few good punches. But with the ki charged, he waited for Basna to draw back for another one. Nahlin then slung his arm up under Basna. "HVLR!" he shouted, firing the blast. This was not a full charged version, however, as Nahlin didn't wish to do any major life threatening damage to Basna. At least he hoped it wouldn't.

HVLR Energy Blast

(High Velocity, Long Range energy wave. Charged at midsection with one hand, then released like a one handed Kamehameha only with a brief and fast wave rather than continuous. Can be difficult to avoid due to intense speed. Requires practice to increase accuracy. Burns the hand due to spinning speed. Big recoil. Has a large amount of impact power that can tear through objects and even people. Does not explode, but creates dust from impact.)

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Basna was pounding away at his opponent, switching between the face and midsection consecutively with every blow. Nalin’s body jerked in rhythm towards the opposite line of each attack. Basna continued to smirk; he was full of adrenaline and just felt like exploding and dancing all over the room. He wanted to use up all his energy somehow, shake it all off vigorously. The intensity of his strikes gradually became harder and more brutal as he attempted to do that very thing and get that uncontrollable feeling off of him.

He lifted a brow, hesitating for that last blow to the face; Basna felt a sudden surge of power. Nalin’s palm was faintly glowing as his lips started motion to pronounce the name of his attack.

"HVLR!" he shouted. But by the time Nalin pronounced the ‘V’, Basna had already instinctively formed a screen of energy at the palm of his hands which expanded wide enough to shield him from the attack. His right hand formed as if he were gripping imaginary tennis balls. The transparent barrier formed within seconds to aid him against the lightning fast attack; it was short, but powerful. Basna felt himself cringe as the blast shot him up into the air and crash grinded against his shield.

Basna arced across the room and into one of the tall thick pillars. He instantly reconstituted himself and caught his falling body with the help of ‘Bukujutsu’, the art of flying by controlling the energy around him. “Nice try, but I wouldn’t pronounce my attacks if I were you.” He lectured. “HVLR is a tiresome thing to say, and in the moment you say it, your opponent is already preparing for it.”

The cocky namekian calmly descended to the ground. His energy then started to peak, his body was stiff and tensed. “Allow me to demonstrate one of my own techniques…” he said, straining his voice as he did. His naturally white aura danced around his green body and complimented his gi. His antennae flickered with the powerful wind currents surrounding and rising from his feet. When the air was heated, they become lighter and rise while colder, denser air descends in its place; thus creating wind and the display of power being demonstrated.

Soon, Basna’s body began to split into two identical beings. The namekian moaned as he struggled to separate into two more and finally four individuals were standing before Nalin –all of them, the same person. “This… is my… Multi-Form Technique…” one of them said, huffing and puffing for air as sweat dripped down his face.

“The host is divided into four bodies, and as you’ll soon find out –we’re very much real.” Another said as they straightened up with their chest high and proud like the assertive and dominant leader of a Wolf Pack. Without a second to spare, the four Basna’s split; the laterals went to either side while the two in the center double teamed forward. An extended arm came whipping from the right, while Basna came down from the left with a flying kick; of course, their movements and angles were designed beforehand so they wouldn’t run into each other if Nalin were to evade.

The other two clones were swirling around as they charged, taking turns leading the way as they rotated around each other. Basna had learned these techniques theoretically the moment he absorbed his father, Snare, and became Basna. But he had to reteach himself to put it into practice. He definitely cut the mustard; every individual clone had their own version of a common mind, but they worked completely in synch. He used to get into bickering fights with his very own copies, which then turned into an all-out fist fight. To be frank, until now, they were Basna’s only real challenge, but now there was Nalin and he felt reinvigorated and full of life. At last, he could test his moves on someone who could actually defend against it.

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Nahlin couldn't belive Basna split himself into two entities! At least, thats what he thought at first. But then those two split again? What was this? The move overwhelmed him. They attacked, two coming at him.

He dodged the two attacks at the same time, as they were ment to strike almost in sync. But somthing was different about the Basna's now. Nahlin had doged them a little easyer then just the single one. Rather then attack one of the frontal attackers, he lept at one of the others that had stayed back.

Nahlin took a swing at the one he chose to attack. It was ment to be blocked, but wouldn't feel good if it hit. Should the split Basna block, he was planning to use that moment to throw his arm over behind his neck, grab hold of one of his blocking arms, and pull the arm out while pushing his head downward. Next thing coming would be the ground for the split Basna, as Nahlin would fly him down and slam him into it.

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Nalin, skillfully managed to evade the double onslaught by the two lateral Basna. He then made a sharp turn for one of them. Basna panicked, unable to react in time and suffered a blow to the face. The young namekian moaned in pain. Nalin then put his hands behind his neck and slammed the clone down at the marble floor. Sadistic! He thought. But fell for the trap.

As expected, Nalin completely ignored the two frontal attackers as the lateral’s kept him occupied. By the time Nalin finished slamming that Basna to the ground, another was already dropping down at him with a whopping energy ball at the palm of his hands. The namekian under Nalin’s palm looked up at him, “Got ya!” he said with a smug grin on his bloodied face, promptly scurrying out of the way. As Basna descended, he thrust his arm forward at Nalin’s face and the blue sphere would burst into a wide range attack that’s force Nalin flying back the other way.

In that moment, another Basna got into place just in time with his ‘rapid movement’ technique and would send a flying kick to the abdomen, sending Nalin crashing to the ground. Meanwhile, one of the other clones was silently charging up an attack in a near corner. His index and middle fingers were pressed against his forehead. Sparks of energy flickered. His eyes focused and body tense, straining and moaning as he forced the technique to charge as fast as he could. The Basna Nalin had slammed to the ground stood protecting that same namekian as he prepared the attack.

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Nahlin was amazed with himself right now. That was untill the one on the ground made him realize he'd goten himself into a trap. He scenced a power coming behind him, and fast.

Nahlin swore, and grabbed at the one on the ground. "No you don't!" he yelled. He planned to use him as a shield, but the vlast hit too soon. He was sent flying back, then with another coming with a kick.

He threw up a block (possibly using the other Basna if he got him) and took the blow. It knocked him back, distracting him from what the other two had been charging up.

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The flying kick successfully arced down Nalin’s guts and propelled him down, but as the Energy Burst started to fade, a speeding block was revealed which had been covered by the large energy attack. Basna couldn’t move in time and was stricken dead on in the face, arcing back to a pillar.

Finally, what seemed like the end of the fight was about to unfold. Normally, it’d take much longer for a move like this to be completely charged, but this being a spar Basna didn’t want to cause any serious damage to his new brawling partner. He needed Nalin to stay alive so they could continue training and help him hone his skills. He was probably the only namekian on the planet who could keep up and now that he found him, he planned to keep him. Plus, Elder Carnel probably wouldn’t grant Basna the power he seeked if he just barged in and killed his best student.

The two clones nodded at each other. The one Nalin had hit moved out of the way as the other slowly extended his fingers at the fallen namekian, who by now, was probably struggling to get back on his feet –only to meet with one of Basna’s strongest techniques.

“Special Beam Cannon!” his voice echoed through the halls and reverberated off the walls. Two thin beams rushed out his fingers, one of them straight as the other coiled around it. The technique was lightning fast. To be able to dodge such a move required speed beyond that of light. Normally, if it had been fully charged, the beam would have drilled through the victim’s body. But Basna cut it short for that same reason. His Special Beam Cannon would explode on impact, it’d cause some damage –certainly it was the point. But the damage wouldn’t be life threatening in the least.

The entire room was illuminated by the intense light emitted from the beam as it whirred across the room.

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Nahlin realised at the last moment that Basna was charging a Special Beam Cannon. But there was nowhere to go at this point. He could only brace himself for the impact.

It hit hard, sending him flying back. Carnel was worried for a moment, but seen that the blast had not blown a hole in Nahlin like it usually would.

Nahlin lay defeted on the ground, unable to get up. Carnel looked at the poor Namek, then back to Basna with no words.

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The four replicas gathered and smirked. Feeling proud of the results of his training, he decided the years weren’t wasted after-all. He may not have grown much in power, but definitely in tactics. His new techniques as the Master of the Namekian Warrior Caste were exceptional and he executed them superbly. They added a different taste to his fighting style, one he grew very fond of. Nalin, although he lost, had gained Basna’s respect through their exchange of fists. The four fused back into a single vessel and Basna walked up to the fallen namekian was his right hand extended.

“Good fight, Nahlin.” He said, finally pronouncing the man’s name correctly. The namekian was surely too beaten up to keep fighting, but Basna trust he could still manage to get up and walk. He smiled. His brows furrowed slightly, giving him a gaze of rivalry and sportsmanship.

After helping Nahlin back to his feet, Basna turned to the Elder with that same cocky expression. “I believe I’ve proven myself worthy?” he retorted.

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Nahlin was beaten. But to his surprise, Basna came to help him out. He nodded at Basna. "Ugh... yes, very good fight. I will have to challenge you again sometime. He would smile, but he was in a bit of pain. The healing students took him from Basna and began working their magic.

As for Carnel, he had a neutral look on his face. He stood, and walked over to Basna. "Your a good fighter. And a proud individual. But... these things mean little to me." He stood for a moment, letting Basna take that in. "You are also quick to under estimate your opponent and started out quite disrespectfully." Another blow.

Carnel did crack a smile though. "But... You did manage to do the one thing I was looking for. You showed sportsmanship to your fallen opponent, and went out of your way to help them. That, Basna, is exactly what I'm looking for. Though your braizent and cocky... you are still pure of heart.

Carnel walked away, taking a cross legged position at the base of the few steps in front of the throne. Other students rushed to their positions, also assuming the same position. This included the now healed Nahlin. Carnel closed his eyes.
"You still have one last test. Please, sit down and we shall see if you are truly worthy of this power."

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Basna’s nostrils flared the moment Elder Carnel spoke his first sentence. What!? He thought. Why did he make him fight Nahlin if he wasn’t going to give him the power? It was absurd and frustrating and his blood boiled as the Guru continued to look down on him. He wants to see disrespectful?

”Oh, I’ll show him disrespectful…!” he squint his eyes and growled within the safety of his thoughts. But before he could utter but a word, the Elder smiled and his insults took a sharp turn the other way. Regardless, he still wasn’t getting the new power promised to him –but at least the Guru hadn’t exactly said ‘no’.

For this reason and this reason alone, Basna decided to play along and strolled across the room with nothing but a moan. He reluctantly sat cross legged at the center, in front of the Guru, visibly showing his disapproval as he pouts and sighs. He remains quiet and observes the Elder, waiting for his next ‘test’. His antennae flickers with disdain as he begins to lose patience.

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Carnel thought about Basna. He had much to learn about respect before he could be granted such power. So... Carnel knew what to do.

"Basna... I wish for you to go. You have impressed me, but you still have to purify your soul further. Please, return to me when you believe you have learned how to do this. And a tip... Treat others good." Carnel smiled. He knew Basna would not be impressed. But Respect was something he had to learn and deem important.

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Basna’s breath stopped. He snarled and his veins began to pop. “WHAT!?” he exclaimed, getting back on his feet and glaring down at the Elder. The students moved aside, frightened by the sudden uproar. “You made me fight your students; you said you needed to be convinced whether I was worthy. I beat him, I DESERVE IT!” he shouted. His white aura surged around his body in a faint smoke. A measure of his rage as it continued to gradually grow and intensify until the soft coiling smoke turned into a flare of fury and wind blew out from his body.

“You told me you were going to give me another test, not send me out for some half-wit riddle!” he protested. His fists clenched tightly. He continuously suppressed the urge to blow the roof off and crumble everything breakable along his path. His antennae were now flicking uncontrollably. His brows furrowed and his nose wrinkled in disdain. His puckered face reddened like a vegetable and boiled.

Over five years. Over five years had he been planning this day; he thought that all he needed to prove himself to the Guru was obtain the title of Master of the Namekian Warrior Caste. For years he struggled for the title and to transcend beyond everyone’s expectations. Nobody believed a hard-headed man like him would have gotten where he was. But he trained, he trained hard. He fought with saiyans, used their gravitational gizmos and enhancing gadgets, joined them on a journey to earth to pursuit Touketsuki Yakedo, all this thinking about the safety of his people. Basna wanted to put namekians back on the map.

They were being ignored. Even humans were being discussed more, at least they had their technology and some of them proved to be very adept fighters. But what of Namek? Nothing but a blot in the universe that everyone looks to only when they need something; he remembered very well why Touketsuki came, he wanted the dragon balls. –And then Boliko Koregutsu, King of Saiyans, came requesting for the power Basna now seeked and claims as his rightful tribute.

The ground beneath Basna began to crack under the pressure of his rising power… He moaned and groaned with distaste, trying to hold back his emotions.

Why? Why have the foreign, the outsiders, why did they enjoy from the namekian gifts while they gave nothing in return? It’s not their fault those saiyans had no talent other than making each other bleed! Yet, they exploit the namekians and they let themselves get taken advantage of with the false belief that they are being protected –while they couldn’t give a damn about them. If they could provide what namekians would, they wouldn’t even look their way. Scum! He thought.

Basna began to think, and there seemed to be just one difference between then and now. “I bet Param would’ve given me the power. I bet he would’ve seen my worth…” His energy began to cease. He wasn’t going to start a fist fight with his own people. If there was no peace among namekians, then there was no peace anywhere. They were all born from the same entity, brothers.

“I bet he would’ve understood what’s best for this planet…”

Basna turned his back on the Elder and started walking away silently. The students gawked and cleared the path as the young hot-head showed himself out. His arms still trembled with excess adrenaline. He was so delusional. He felt like the power he seeked was resting on his hands; all he needed to do was lip the gourd to his lips and take a sip, but the moment he did, the power would suddenly vanish. The gourd was emptied dry. They took it away from him. And they would regret it…

“I’ll be back…” he murmured.

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Carnel was surprised at the rage from Basna. It wasn't very often that Namek seen someone like this. Carnel almost believed he would have to step up and put Basna in his place.

But it didn't come to that. And that was a good sign. Nahlin spoke up. "Elder Guru... Should something be done? I believe he threatened you."

Carnel thought for a moment. He closed his eyes. "He is angry. But I don't believe he plans on harming anyone. Please, relax Nahlin."

But Carnel wasn't sure. Basna may calm down, figure out what Carnel wanted him to find within himself... Or he would turn. He could do something he would regret...

Carnel could only hope to see the warrior again soon.

((Last post, PL please! Unless Basna has more.))

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(Nah, I want Zeni and criticism please xP)