[Protinus][95x][Boliko&Rensou]

[Gray Callahan]

Boliko Koregutsu shifts into action the moment his esteemed colleague stopped speaking. His musculature pushes forth with speed and precision unlike anything Boliko had ever achieved before, his mass accelerating with hyper-power from a single push of his energised legs. The increase in speed and strength was a hidden bonus, as despite the decrease in his form the legendary saiyan was stronger still, his punches more deadly even without the extra precision gained to him by his true mind.

Rensou would have little time to react as his superior would come straight at him, a wind blast heralding his arrival... and then sails straight past. His assault came from the fore, but his actual strike from the back as his left elbow would slam out and aim to deliver a payload to the back of his general's cranium, a tactic the warrior known as Raditz had utilised on Earth against the two legendary warriors of Son Goku and Piccolo-Daimao. Such was the speed, and again the ordered mind's focus on precision that lent Boliko Koregutsu the advantage, not the chaos that had managed to overpower Yakedo.

Unbeknownst to the two fighters in the room, Boliko Koregutsu was the first of his kind to ever master this version of the Super Saiyan transformation in such a way, to have conquered the inner beast. Time and time again had the densetsu super warriors died, often destroying themselves by their own lack of control and power output. The closest to Boliko was the warrior known as Broly, but their the parallels were cut short.

Broly had existed in a world of pain and, importantly, chaos, his mind supressed by his abusive father as he was trained and wielded as a weapon in an attempt to destroy the remnants of the Saiyan Army... the prince Vegeta. Broly had ascended to the Legendary form, same as Boliko, but he would have never been able to control it in the same way.

Why? Boliko did not exist in a world of chaos, primarily. He relied on order, structure and indomitably goodness and morality. His mind rejected the bestiality of his other self, the Oozaru self, the primal self, but Broly WAS simply the Oozaru. He had no other self, or if he did then the mind-control device his father constructed had it torn away. All he remembered was hate, and that had ultimately lead to his down-fall at the hands of the family of Son Goku... his nemesis from birth.

Boliko was the superior legend, the ultimate Super Saiyan warrior, the form conquered. And only because, in his heart of hearts, was compassion towards other beings in the universe.

Should Rensou be struck by his swift devestation, the bulky warrior would remain in his spot, facing away from his general, his stance almost relaxed as a slow, casual golden energy would move freely from his body.

[Rensou Hiruen]

Rensou Hiruen would be struck by the smoothly executed devastation, that was a certainty! Those teal pools had attempted to the utter peak of their extent to follow the swift movements of the controlled, confident power before him, but Koregutsu was but a blur. After all, his own excessive measurement was naught but two thirds of Koregutsu's own: The speed, strength, durability, and senses of the man were all but a fire to blaze in comparison. Thus, when Koregutsu exercised the peak of his speed to deliver strike from advantageous position. . .

The elbow lashed backward, parting golden locks and reaching into the thick vastness before it slammed into scalp. Joint continued in horizontal path, pushing the target away, headfirst. Rensou Hiruen spiraled end over end through the room whilst he struggled to regain himself; fight through this and snatch away from disorientation and pain! Hiruen was no Yakedo, Rensou had endured terrible odds before and risen to occasion many, many times! In the pivotal moment, the man tumbled and his boots impacted against his walls, holding his form aloft before he kicked away from it and landed nimbly upon his feet. Teal eyes stared upon the back of Boliko Koregutsu with surprise laced in their gorgeous hues, but not a smidgeon of fear was present.

“. . .impressive,” Rensou declared, lifting his hand to the rear of his cranium. The fingertips felt the warm wetness of his own blood.

The father of Tsuken would not see such momentous strike occur without the most tactile of setups again, however! With a flex of his body and a shift to his stance he brought his devilish spheres to life once more. Koregutsu was a blur to his visual field, but the Yeisanki would allow him to actually feel the man move. Together with the other senses, Rensou's ability to notice fluctuations of energy would allow him to not be made a complete mockery of, but such focus would undoubtedly drain him.

If there was any hope for victory, Rensou Hiruen would have to play his game better than ever before! Thus, he awaited Boliko Koregutsu with every ounce of himself focused on his next movement so that he might make his violent reply~

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[Gray Callahan]

Koregutsu was a vision of visceral power, of defiance against evils, a beacon of hope for the saiyan people once more~! His power surged for with ease, his speed ascended far beyond Hiruen's current limits, but deep within Boliko's pride cemented with certainty that Rensou would one day match this power and more, as the pinnacle of the saiyan species just continued to expand and diversify with every passing day. He was sure his own power could grow even further still, unlimited potential lurking inside every warrior of his blood.

During his meditations, the super saiyan had thought up several new techniques, and in theory each one could be used to trump opponents who would otherwise be on par or were even stronger than himself. And he had figured out the basic mechanics behind one such technique, thanks in part to the biological mastery of Mato. And he would unleash this monstrosity on Hiruen-son, with the hopes that he would be able to overcome it within minutes with the speed and perseverance of a true super saiyan warrior.

The fingers of royalty begin to glow with crimson certainty, strengthening in intensity as it draws ever closer to the palm of his hand. As he does so he begins to shift towards Rensou once again, his limbs a blur as the distance between the two is covered instantaneously.

He slams out with the glowing crimson hand, which would probably cause Rensou to duck away from the attack... but t'was a feint that Boliko was relying upon, as the dynamic crimson shifts to his other hand which would strike out again against his foe, aiming to slam the palm directly into Rensou's chest, the energy discharge of which would hopefully flood Hiruen's body... and nervous system.

The way in which the world is perceived relies upon the impulses transmitted from sensory neurones of which relay the information gained. Visible light that floods the retina is formatted into electric imformation, almost like computer data, that is then interpreted in the brain and relayed back to motor neurones, which informs muscular reflex action. However, should those sensory neurones ever be sabotaged, the information gained would be useless or misleading.

And that was what Koregutsu had done, or tried to do. Hiruen's senses would be misconstrued and diverted, or those that would hinder his combat effectiveness. The world would rotate and oscillate, and Hiruen would find his eyes would lie to him. However, there are still ways he could overcome this set back, should the energy dispersed hit Boliko's intended target...

World Inversion Palm: Strange energy gathers in the palm of Boliko Koregutsu. On contact with a foe's body, the energy is dispersed in much the same manner as his Construct Destruction Palm. This time, however, the energy released influences bodily perceptions received from sensory neurones. The information is scrambled at each node of Ranvier, leading to a jumbled mess of perception when it reaches the brain. Up is down and left is right. The effects of the attack last for around five minutes, but may be partially ignored depending on the ability of the foe to sense ki, and to what degree they can overcome their sudden disorientation. The energy is equivalent to a Big Bang Attack for Boliko's expenditure.

[Rensou Hiruen]

Decipher. The object sights were set upon was one difficult to see, but the blur was identical as one Boliko Koregutsu. Rensou Hiruen smiled, his sliced frame rising with a deep breath of air as his sensory repetoire struggled to ascertain the speed at which he was being approached so he might best present his defiance. The modus was one of focus, of defiance – this man was a man whom had risen from the grips of hell itself and clawed his way, biting and bleeding, from the bowels of the spiritual realm and realized that which was corporeal once more. Not in hell nor life would the ex-gladiator see himself made mockery of, never!

Deny. Koregutsu approached with that shining fist at the head of his charge, that tiny inkling of light a boon to the visual receptors! The Yeisanki, in turn, relayed the vibrations of the air as the giant king pierced it like a shot from a cannon and approached with his will set upon inflicting bodily harm, but Rensou Hiruen felt and saw him coming, neither form of feedback a full picture, but together, alas, a thing of absolute splendor and combative cunning that the crafty Saiyan called his own repertoire!

Devastate. The fluid form of the muscular soldier shifts, a movement perfected by countless repetitions of the very thing. Rensou Hiruen was swaying to avoid the strike presented, his body and mind fully devoted to showing Boliko that even with such odds against him, he would not be crumpled like discarded paperwork and thrown to the side into the bin, unworthy~ As the figure slid sideways to allow the strike to pass mere centimeters from his grace, the counter-striker clocked in and immediately went to work.

Duplicate. A poised sphere had looped around and now mirrored the sailing fist of Rensou Hiruen as he fired his hook towards the head of worthy adversary, mere milliseconds after what had been realized as a feint occurred. The Yeisanki was relaying the truer blow aimed towards his chest, but his momentum was casting his looping arm and sphere in intersecting paths towards that which was legend before him. Rensou could not recall if his blows found a home before he was. . .

Destroyed. Despite the point that attack of Koregutsu's making was a push, the physical shock of his tremendous power against the breast of Hiruen blew him backwards with ease. Away he sailed, his spheres trailing behind him as his legs and arms flailed with sudden acceleration. With a terrible crash, Rensou Hiruen slammed into the already packed inner wall of his ship from Koregutsu's own collision. To his dismay, he would not sink into the compressed metal. His body suffered a worse fate, slamming into it with no give to his rear before sliding to the floor in an agonized mass.

“Sotsu. . .” the ruined thing groaned, rolling onto his back and clenching his arms tight around his screaming body.

“. . .meisunu,” Son of a bitch, in the old tongue. Rensou Hiruen was currently wishing he had lapsed into unconsciousness, and then he was furious with himself for the momentary lapse of fighting will.

The warrior whom had neither lost consciousness nor ascended state struggled to his feet despite the sensibility within him begging him to surrender. This form of Koregutsu was simply too strong. No matter how hard Hiruen pushed, Koregutsu was always and had always been stronger. The eyes opened, ready to cast an envious gaze upon his king – but the vision swam! Anger swelled up, and a foot attempted to struggle forward but the effects of Boliko's debilitating attack had left the man disoriented.

Rensou decided his own attack had either landed with decent effect or Koregutsu was simply gathering himself, or worse, enjoying the effects of his technique. Thankfully, Rensou himself had developed something ever since the moment Boliko Koregutsu had stolen those beloved swirling orbs from him. The lips of Rensou Hiruen uttered the word, “Kirei,” and a roll of blood peaked over his lips and fell to the tile beneath him.

Within, however, the purest and most positively charged particles of the ki within Rensou began to move through his entire being and remove the worst of the drunken state he had been placed in. Just like blocking off his mentality to outside influence, Hiruen had discovered a means of clearing his body of the unwanted as well.

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[New Technique! Kirei : “Cleanse” in old Saiyan, the Kirei is the use of Rensou's wholest energies in the effort of forcefully destroying outside ki affecting his body or the body of another. The technique consumes a small amount of ki, but the full effects take some time to truly cure him of whatever ailments he is currently stricken with.]

[Gray Callahan]

"That's more like it!" The young king booms as his friend struggles to keep standing. All anger and hopelessness had momentarily been subdued by this new, revelatory energy that had become of his power. His words would perhaps reach Hiruen, or would perhaps but jumbled by the sensory shifting that would be occurring at each action potential along the gladiator's nerve cells. Boliko's only aim was a visual miscue, but it was likely that Boliko's words would at least seem slurred to Hiruen before he cleansed his system entirely of the effects of the World Inversion Palm.

Each of Rensou's blows had struck his chest and shoulder, but the king's own momentum had caused a negation of much of the force behind Hiruen's own strikes. His flesh itself was packed and rigid, as hard as any armour that the saiyans oft wore to combat!

The legendary warrior surges forwards again, unrelenting, as the gladiator would struggle to his feet as his purging ki wave moved through his body, rapidly eliminating Boliko's own energy from the nodes of Ranvier that his action potentials relied upon to carry nervous messages fast around the body. But Boliko had a few seconds to take advantage of his technique...

His foot would strike upwards with a sledgehammer's force, bare foot aimed at Hiruen's chest in an attempt to cause the gladiator to sail into the air. And it would reach desired target; Hiruen would move upwards and onwards, a spurt of blood from lips and nostril arcing with his body, crimson liquid freed from warrior body to dry in the air, platelets unbound.

And Boliko would pursue the form of Hiruen, a flurry of punches catching the gladiator's face, chest, legs. The two would sail through the air in seconds, and yet feel an eternity of combat, Hiruen's senses readjusting enough to catch several of the hits, though none of his would get through to reach Boliko's flesh, nor did he catch enough to prevent himself from feeling bruised and raw in the morning. Beads of sweat had formed on Boliko's forehead from the effort of throwing so many hit, and yet rather water than blood.

A final, two-footed expulsion of velocity and muscle and Boliko would forcefully distance Hiruen from his body, the saiyan general smashing into and this time crumpling the metal of one wall of his gravity chamber, a miniscule impact crater from the final of Koregutsu's efforts!

The legendary king pants, deep, long breathes rolling from his lips as he moves to land on the floor, feet colliding with steel with a toc, his ki dissipating. He had punished Hiruen in those last few moments. It wasn't just for the spar, or for fun; it was a dominance game, a psychological act. He was leader, commander. He had disapproved of Rensou's actions on Kold, and Rensou had chuckled it off. Perhaps Rensou would not do so in future; more likely, though, that the general would continue. Boliko had to do something about that. He still had plans for Hiruen, and hope, too, for his friend's morality; and yet, the path to change would not be easy.

It never was.

Hiruen was likely still conscious. He was stubborn like that, though it was unlikely the ascended super state would be maintainable given what he had just been put through. Boliko's own legendary state was still active, the natural energy saturating his body like a sponge. It almost felt like his energy was unlimited, an eternal pool to draw from. There had to be an end, surely?!

Koregutsu flexes his hands once more, fingers casually making a rolling motion, before his steely electric eyes settle once more on Hiruen's worn features. "I'm not heading directly to Nor, brother. I have a little more thinking to do before we can make a logical next move, I fear."

Rensou would be out for the blood of the perpetrator of the calamity that had destroyed his planet, and Boliko too wanted the monster brought to justice. What, though, did that mean in the face of his fight with Touketsuki? It would be a repetition of the same thing that had brought his people to that end at the hands of another, an eye for an eye. Would Rensou want to destroy their world, too?

It was a frightful thought. There were always innocents, and a planet itself could be guilty of no crimes.

He shakes his head, leaving, and the gravity shimmers away to nothing.

[ammy]

Boliko: 14,750
Rensou 14,200