Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Sept 22, 2014 10:46:04 GMT -5
A palm crashed into the side of the King’s face, causing his lip to puff and swell. The first of many such blows he reckoned. It hadn’t been a lucky shot, his own blow had been expertly deflected and then the palm strike had come, striking him exactly where his assailant had wished. It wasn’t the first time the king was facing someone from Iblis who wasn’t trying to kill him rather train him, but certainly it was the first time this man wasn’t trying to kill or maim him with his blows. Sure, Caulugh had been the one to torture Ninjin aboard Malice Noire’s ship, but Lilianna had advised him to let it go, as Caulugh had only been following orders, something he did to the letter. The new king found that to be the case, as his every command had been followed without so much as a sniff of disapproval. It was more obedience than he had ever gotten from any Saiyan, and a nice change of pace. All Iblisian’s seemed to follow his every order without question, well aside from the Maugh clan… but they were no more.
And so when the king had ordered the vampire into the training room to teach him in their martial art, the Iblisian had dropped what he was doing and followed him into the room. When he got to the center of the room he adopted a loose fighting stance with clawed hands much like Lilianna had done when she first introduced him to it. Lilianna had been so devastating with the style, he wondered how good his new opponent would be. He had a lot of stress to blow off, hopefully this one would give him a challenge. Soon the king and the Iblisian they called “The Executioner” were sparring in the training room of the rented dock on Omega.
In truth there was a bit more pressure and strength behind each of the king’s blows then there perhaps should have otherwise been for a training match. Every time he saw the scarred one’s face however, he was reminded of the tortures he sustained at his hands during his time on Malice’s ship. They had lasted for hours, for days, for weeks? It was hard to tell. The memories of the atrocities however were still quite vivid. And so he hit hard. If the Iblisian noticed he didn’t seem to mind, or feel much of anything. The training continued, and though the prince’s blows caused him to wince, he did nothing. His movements were smooth and fluid, but seemed to also be on a sort of auto-pilot. After a good deal of their training Caulugh broke the silence with his deep voice.
“You dislike me your highness. Your blows give you away. I watched you with Lilianna and you seemed to hold back, but there is a brutality intended with each of your swings towards me.” He did not say it with any hatred directed at the king, or even any sign that it affected him at all. His gruff voice had a way of saying things manner-of-factly that once couldn’t argue with. And truth the King couldn’t. It was true. He disliked the man who had tortured him. The executioner’s forearm came up and caught a punch from the crimson-clad Saiyan warrior, then he rolled within the man’s guard and slashed him across the chest. His claws left five long white indents in his red armor. He was good. Very good.
“I do not blame you for this. As I have said. Nor will I apologize however. I am a tool, an extension of those I serve. That which they tell me to do I do without regret. I will be your greatest ally if you let me, but know that well you are my king I will never be your enemy. I would die a million times over for he who held the crown.” They circled each other as the one known as executioner made his feelings, if one could call them that, known. Ninjin wasn’t sure what to say. He simply nodded. This seemed to set the executioner at ease, and though nothing changed physically about him he seemed lighter to the new-king.
They continued, each of their blows trying to end the fight. Their styles told them how similar they were. Each seemed to focus on close-quarters combat, and though they used different styles, Ninjin’s a mix of many things and Caulugh’s Dis ve Tirnak. There were bruises all over the Iblisian’s pale upper body and there were scratches over the kign’s face and crimson armor. It felt good to let off steam, and not having to hold back with an opponent felt good as well. The Iblisian seemed to be enjoying himself as well.
“You are an excellent combatant your majesty” Caulugh said as Ninjin ducked a fist and lit up the Vampire’s midsection. Caulugh coughed and brought his fists down together on the back of the crimson warrior. Ninjin broke away and rolled turning and firing a hasty shirishiri cannon. Caulugh looked on in surprise but managed to roll out of the way at the last second.
“So you wish to kick up the stakes your majesty?” He said with a smile, his scars contorting on his face. He brought his claws up to his own chest and drew blood, though now Ninjin knew it was only as much blood as he wished to flow from the wound. The blood stuck to the man’s already sharp nails, and made them longer and sharper, serrated edges appearing on the front of each. The king gulped and the one known as “The Executioner” smile grew as he rushed the king. His blades were easily broken by the king’s ki-infused fists. The smile faded. Then the ki-infused fists lit into the iblisian, who staggered backwards.
“You have many tricks up your sleeve my lord. These all no doubt serve you well.” Caulugh seemed earnestly impressed with the king’s abilities. For the next few hours Ninjin showed the Iblisian much of what he could do, and by the time they were finished Ninjin was panting and drenched with sweat, his energy drained from a brutal confrontation. It seemed that Caulugh had no shortage of fight within him, and apparently he never gave up wither. For every move that Ninjin hit the vampire with he seemed to have a counter, or a way to avoid it. It was very impressive, and despite his prior feelings of the man he found himself respecting his martial prowess.
It was good to release his stress in such a way. It seemed like there was no shortage of events to cause stress in the life of the prince. Most recently it was the demon Barakyel. Not only that, but there was the ever present threat of the church. And then there was the random events that he got dragged into or the people who may just want to prove their strength. The life of a King, and the life of a Crown Prince, was not one with a lack of violence.
Ninjin stood panting across from his loyal servant, and the Iblisian as well seemed tired, though he gave less sign of it than his King did.
“You are a warrior of incredible strength your majesty. I only hope your brutal and straight forward tactics do not some day run you into trouble. Despite your prodigious strength, there are those out there that are stronger than even you. Such ways may not always pay off.” Ninjin nodded. This of course he knew, and he had been known to use creativity and sneakiness before, though he didn’t like too. In fact the way he had beaten his sister in the galactic tournament had been extremely underhanded, but that was the old Ninjin. Would the new honorable Ninjin be able to do whatever it took to win like he once had?
“Thank you for your training Caulugh. In regards to what happened with us… Consider us even.” The King smiled, and so too did the scarred old Iblisian. It was terrifying. Their laughter filled the room, and despite everything that had occurred, the king knew he could count on the old dog if he ever had need of him.
Pl please. Heavy weights in effect.
And so when the king had ordered the vampire into the training room to teach him in their martial art, the Iblisian had dropped what he was doing and followed him into the room. When he got to the center of the room he adopted a loose fighting stance with clawed hands much like Lilianna had done when she first introduced him to it. Lilianna had been so devastating with the style, he wondered how good his new opponent would be. He had a lot of stress to blow off, hopefully this one would give him a challenge. Soon the king and the Iblisian they called “The Executioner” were sparring in the training room of the rented dock on Omega.
In truth there was a bit more pressure and strength behind each of the king’s blows then there perhaps should have otherwise been for a training match. Every time he saw the scarred one’s face however, he was reminded of the tortures he sustained at his hands during his time on Malice’s ship. They had lasted for hours, for days, for weeks? It was hard to tell. The memories of the atrocities however were still quite vivid. And so he hit hard. If the Iblisian noticed he didn’t seem to mind, or feel much of anything. The training continued, and though the prince’s blows caused him to wince, he did nothing. His movements were smooth and fluid, but seemed to also be on a sort of auto-pilot. After a good deal of their training Caulugh broke the silence with his deep voice.
“You dislike me your highness. Your blows give you away. I watched you with Lilianna and you seemed to hold back, but there is a brutality intended with each of your swings towards me.” He did not say it with any hatred directed at the king, or even any sign that it affected him at all. His gruff voice had a way of saying things manner-of-factly that once couldn’t argue with. And truth the King couldn’t. It was true. He disliked the man who had tortured him. The executioner’s forearm came up and caught a punch from the crimson-clad Saiyan warrior, then he rolled within the man’s guard and slashed him across the chest. His claws left five long white indents in his red armor. He was good. Very good.
“I do not blame you for this. As I have said. Nor will I apologize however. I am a tool, an extension of those I serve. That which they tell me to do I do without regret. I will be your greatest ally if you let me, but know that well you are my king I will never be your enemy. I would die a million times over for he who held the crown.” They circled each other as the one known as executioner made his feelings, if one could call them that, known. Ninjin wasn’t sure what to say. He simply nodded. This seemed to set the executioner at ease, and though nothing changed physically about him he seemed lighter to the new-king.
They continued, each of their blows trying to end the fight. Their styles told them how similar they were. Each seemed to focus on close-quarters combat, and though they used different styles, Ninjin’s a mix of many things and Caulugh’s Dis ve Tirnak. There were bruises all over the Iblisian’s pale upper body and there were scratches over the kign’s face and crimson armor. It felt good to let off steam, and not having to hold back with an opponent felt good as well. The Iblisian seemed to be enjoying himself as well.
“You are an excellent combatant your majesty” Caulugh said as Ninjin ducked a fist and lit up the Vampire’s midsection. Caulugh coughed and brought his fists down together on the back of the crimson warrior. Ninjin broke away and rolled turning and firing a hasty shirishiri cannon. Caulugh looked on in surprise but managed to roll out of the way at the last second.
“So you wish to kick up the stakes your majesty?” He said with a smile, his scars contorting on his face. He brought his claws up to his own chest and drew blood, though now Ninjin knew it was only as much blood as he wished to flow from the wound. The blood stuck to the man’s already sharp nails, and made them longer and sharper, serrated edges appearing on the front of each. The king gulped and the one known as “The Executioner” smile grew as he rushed the king. His blades were easily broken by the king’s ki-infused fists. The smile faded. Then the ki-infused fists lit into the iblisian, who staggered backwards.
“You have many tricks up your sleeve my lord. These all no doubt serve you well.” Caulugh seemed earnestly impressed with the king’s abilities. For the next few hours Ninjin showed the Iblisian much of what he could do, and by the time they were finished Ninjin was panting and drenched with sweat, his energy drained from a brutal confrontation. It seemed that Caulugh had no shortage of fight within him, and apparently he never gave up wither. For every move that Ninjin hit the vampire with he seemed to have a counter, or a way to avoid it. It was very impressive, and despite his prior feelings of the man he found himself respecting his martial prowess.
It was good to release his stress in such a way. It seemed like there was no shortage of events to cause stress in the life of the prince. Most recently it was the demon Barakyel. Not only that, but there was the ever present threat of the church. And then there was the random events that he got dragged into or the people who may just want to prove their strength. The life of a King, and the life of a Crown Prince, was not one with a lack of violence.
Ninjin stood panting across from his loyal servant, and the Iblisian as well seemed tired, though he gave less sign of it than his King did.
“You are a warrior of incredible strength your majesty. I only hope your brutal and straight forward tactics do not some day run you into trouble. Despite your prodigious strength, there are those out there that are stronger than even you. Such ways may not always pay off.” Ninjin nodded. This of course he knew, and he had been known to use creativity and sneakiness before, though he didn’t like too. In fact the way he had beaten his sister in the galactic tournament had been extremely underhanded, but that was the old Ninjin. Would the new honorable Ninjin be able to do whatever it took to win like he once had?
“Thank you for your training Caulugh. In regards to what happened with us… Consider us even.” The King smiled, and so too did the scarred old Iblisian. It was terrifying. Their laughter filled the room, and despite everything that had occurred, the king knew he could count on the old dog if he ever had need of him.
Pl please. Heavy weights in effect.