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Post by Prometheus Zex on Jul 1, 2013 20:53:40 GMT -5
Both fighters’ names would be heard over the louder speaker, cheers coming from the crowd as they are announced. The contestants were to climb the stairs to opposite sides of the platform and take their places. Once both were ready they were free to start their match.
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Post by Prometheus Zex on Jul 1, 2013 21:04:17 GMT -5
PL Lock - Ninjin Hattori - 8,041 ~ 16,082 Akassa Hattori - 7,684 ~ 15,368
(All you need to is enter the fighting area and begin your match.)
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Emperor Ninjin Hattori
Administrator
Emperor of Beta, Leader of PTO
Gloria in excelsis Imperium
Posts: 665
Base: 202,252
True Power: 404,504
Oozaru: 1,011,260
FPSSJ: 3,640,536
Zeni: 2,486
Items: Simulator
Ally: Aella: 101,126 Brute: 505,630
Profile Link: Ninjin Hattori
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jul 1, 2013 21:55:19 GMT -5
The words hit his ears like lightning striking a tree, and eliciting the same response, as the tree would light on fire so too was a fire lit within Ninjin Hattori. Word had just come down the line of who he was fighting in the preliminary round of the tournament. The name of his opponent was given to him like a gift on the Earthling’s holiday of “Christmas”. Akassa. Akassa Hattori. His half-sister, and a stain on the royal family. There was no more perfect an opponent for the crown-prince of New Vegeta. His hands shook with excitement, and with anticipation. The evil grin on his face scaring those gathered around him, causing them to jerk away from him, keeping their distance from the crown-prince. From the moment he had stepped foot on this gods-forsaken rock he had hoped to fight Akassa. The tournament provided the perfect guise for a good old fashion beat-down on his older sister. It was time to beat some respect into his sister.
Kabocha, his lackey, poked his head over Ninjin’s shoulder and looked down at the piece of paper in Ninjin’s hands. His eyes grew wide, and he turned to whisper to the other lackeys gathered. Their eyes grew wide as well. They began to whisper with both fear and excitement, the prospect of seeing the two eldest royal children fight something their little minds hadn’t considered in a million years and certainly not this early in the tournament. One of the royal children would advance, and for the other? Nothing but shame and the rare sting of defeat. They all quieted as the heir turned to them, a cocky smirk plastered on his face as though he had already won. He then turned and smirked at Truffle, who probably knew what the prince was feeling and thinking.
He hadn’t sparred with his sister in a long time, they had avoided each other more often than not nowadays, he didn’t have anything nice to say to her, and he presumed she didn’t want to be in his presence any more than he did hers. She was not even a real member of the Royal family in his eyes, just the result of his father’s tryst with an Earthling harlot in his younger more foolish days. She had half the same blood as him in her veins, nothing more. The red stain in her hair had been the final nail in that coffin for Ninjin, whatever love he had once felt towards her was completely gone. Needless to say he was looking forward to the fight.
He motioned his lackeys to stay where they were and then turned to Truffle. He held up his hand, and knew that despite his orders the big blue alien would try and follow him.
“Stay here Truffle, I need to go teach that mutt a lesson alone.” He couldn’t hide the smile from his voice. He petted Truffle on the head and made his way through the porthole to the arena, the roar of the huge gathered shaking the walls around him. They were there for a fight, they had no idea the level of brutality that was about to be performed before them.
His name was called and the Saiyans gathered in the crowd went nuts, roaring and cheering for their crown-prince, he so loved by them. He who was worshipped by them, he who would one day rule them. He threw his hands in the air as he walked through the portal and into the night air of the coliseum. Lights flashed as beings gathered took his picture. He smirked, they were taking the picture of the future champion, and they just didn’t know it yet.
He stepped onto the hard floor of the coliseum and raised his hands in the air once again. Taking a deep breath in through his nose he breathed in the chill night air. The excitement was almost too much to contain. It was finally time to teach his sister her place. To make it known just how low she really was, and to break her rebellious spirit once and for all.
He was sure she had felt the same when she had gotten the news, knew the temptation of beating her better would be something she would savor. But she would never get that chance. She would be beaten down before she could even think about harming Ninjin. He had trained harder than her, grown stronger than her, it was merely a matter of time.
His heart leapt as the announcer yelled out her name, those rebellious Saiyans in the crowd cheering for her. Let them. Let them cheer the mutt. He would show them it didn’t pay to disrespect the crown-prince or the Hattori family. This little rebellious stage stopped here. One way or another it ended here. He would make sure of that. His was the tournament to win, and yet even were he to lose in the very next round, to have beaten his sister to the point of near-death would be enough for him. To the victor went the spoils, and Ninjin sure was spoiled.
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Queen Akassa Hattori
Administrator
Queen of the Imperial Saiyan Legion
Long live the Queen.
Posts: 1,151
Base: 209,817
True Power: 419,634
LSSJ: 4,196,340
Zeni: 1,049
Items: Gravity Chamber (100x), Scouter, Senzu Bean ,Senzu Pouch, Deluxe Spaceship, Simulator 2.0
Ally: General Toa: PL - 104,909 True Power: 209,817 Oozaru: 524,542
Ally 2: Raska: PL - 104,909 - Nether State:209,817 - Void State: 1,258,902
Profile Link: Akassa Hattori
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Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Jul 1, 2013 22:42:52 GMT -5
Akassa Hattori did not care who she fought. It did not matter what position in the tournament she was given for in the end her name would be the only one left. Her father, the King of her people had promised her the family colors if she won the tournament in the family’s name. She would do this and upon her return to New Vegeta request her own set of royal armor. There was no doubt going to be a parade to celebrate the victory, but she cared little for that. Instead she looked forward to the words of approval that were destined to come from her father’s mouth. Words that would bring a scowl to the faces of Ninjin and the Queen, but the proudest of smiles to her own.
When it was revealed she was to be in one of the two preliminary matches the half Saiyan smirks, and even lets out a chuckle when her opponent is made known. The first person she was going to eliminate was going to be Ninjin himself. How perfect. Her brother was most likely just as pleased with the pairing as she was, but even in their shared excitement there was one major difference. He of course thought he had the skill and power to win, but she knew that was not the case. Akassa had trained hard for this, sparring against multiple individuals in the weeks before the tournament so that when she eventually met up with her brother she had the strength to crush him. The best part about defeating him in the preliminary round was that he could then watch her win every match after that until she claimed the title of champion.
Waiting patiently she hears his name called, cheers following it as he makes his way out onto the arena floor. Even though she was not able to see him she was able to picture him with his arms in the air, feeding off the cheers that rose from those gathered. As arrogant as ever he most likely reveled in those cheers, not realizing that it was the last time the crowd would show their support for him. Before long they die away, the female rolling her neck during the slight pause before her name was called out.
Heading from the entry way she steps out into the arena, cheers rising for her as well. They were not as loud as the ones for Ninjin, but it didn’t concern her. In her years she had come accustom to the praise always handed to him, such treatment had only made her stronger. While Ninjin was given much, she had earned all. It seemed many did support her though, having earned their respect in her previous matches, but her eyes didn’t even look to the crowd, staying on her brother the entire time.
It was dark, no rays from the systems suns reaching the cluster at this time, yet there was still a shadow present, a shadow that she had spent all of her life in and she was looking right at it. Today that was going to change, today was the day that she stepped into the sun. When Ninjin lay on the ground unconscious and she above him there would be no denying her the position she deserved. Akassa had always served loyalty, sacrificed everything for her family and yet Ninjin only need speak to earn praise. Despite her normally control she felt her anger growing, even if she didn’t show it.
Making it up onto the platform there was no show boating from the oldest Hattori child, as cheers erupted all over again for the two of them. The two were royalty, and most had probably learned of this during the first three days of the tournament, only adding to the crowd’s excitement. As one of the first matches in this second stage of the tournament it had the potential to be one of the best, two children of a King pitted against each other. Many might wondered how much they would hold back fighting a sibling, but they had no idea of the rivalry between the two…nothing was going to be held back.
Letting a grin form on her face she calls out to him as the crowd starts to settle again in anticipation of the opening moments of the fight.
”It’s a shame you will have to watch the rest of the tournament from the sidelines, but don’t worry Father will need company when he arrives.”
Even with all that was going on her tone was not openly disrespectful and she does not attack just yet. Despite their rivalry and his treatment of her Akassa almost always paid the proper respect that was demanded of her, most of her anger internalizes. For this reason she chose not to disrespect him publicly, but that did not mean she was going to have any problem beating him into the ground in front of the millions watching this. She was ready to prove herself and Ninjin was ready it was time to begin.
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Emperor Ninjin Hattori
Administrator
Emperor of Beta, Leader of PTO
Gloria in excelsis Imperium
Posts: 665
Base: 202,252
True Power: 404,504
Oozaru: 1,011,260
FPSSJ: 3,640,536
Zeni: 2,486
Items: Simulator
Ally: Aella: 101,126 Brute: 505,630
Profile Link: Ninjin Hattori
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jul 1, 2013 23:42:21 GMT -5
Suddenly there she was, walking into the arena with a clear purpose, staring daggers at him as though she wished to kill him before their match had even begun. Her stare would only be met with a smirk from her younger brother, his cockiness even more now in this hour of their combat than had ever been before. He was stronger, his was the birthright. There was no way he could lose. This was the moment he had been waiting for for most of his life.
She did not gloat or showboat as he had, but then again he knew she wouldn’t, that just wasn’t her style, though she did smile once she had entered the ring. Her little quip brought his smirk down a degree, but it couldn’t shake his confidence, he laughed with honest mirth.
“Clever Dear Sister, but you’ll be the one keeping mother and father company, and they’ll probably hack that monstrosity you call a haircut off right then and there.”
With that he fell into a fighting stance. The time for talk was over; their shared looks and smirks being talk enough. Both were confident in their abilities, both were sure of their victory over the other. This was for their own pride, but also for the glory and honor of their house. This was bound to be brutal; there was no other outcome, no other possible way this could end. By the end of this they would both be bloodied and broken, but he and he alone would stand the victor.
The announcer raised the microphone to his lips, the anticipation radiating out from the crowd completely palpable from where he was standing. A select group of Saiyans to his right were cheering his name over and over again, the prince realizing it was led by his group of lackeys. Somewhere out there Truffle was watching as well, no doubt cringing at the idea of Ninjin fighting anyone, much less his own royal sister.
“Ladies and Gentlemen!” The announcer began, letting the tension rise. The crowd knew what was coming; all that was left was to say the words. “Let the fight begin!!!” He raised his hand and let it fall, signaling the start of the fight. Ninjin wasted no time; he rushed forward, his feet floating off the ground as he surged towards his sister, aiming a flurry of blows at her. He put his all behind each and every one. This was not a tournament fight; this was an excuse for them to beat the absolute crap out of each other, and Ninjin was more than willing to oblige.
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Queen Akassa Hattori
Administrator
Queen of the Imperial Saiyan Legion
Long live the Queen.
Posts: 1,151
Base: 209,817
True Power: 419,634
LSSJ: 4,196,340
Zeni: 1,049
Items: Gravity Chamber (100x), Scouter, Senzu Bean ,Senzu Pouch, Deluxe Spaceship, Simulator 2.0
Ally: General Toa: PL - 104,909 True Power: 209,817 Oozaru: 524,542
Ally 2: Raska: PL - 104,909 - Nether State:209,817 - Void State: 1,258,902
Profile Link: Akassa Hattori
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Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Jul 2, 2013 15:18:18 GMT -5
Each was sure that victory would be theirs to claim and each believed the other did not stand a chance.
No matter their personal opinions, when looked at on paper, the two eldest Hattori children were all but a perfect match. Both were known to be brutal fighters and neither were afraid to take a hit should it open their opponent for a more devastating one. In terms of speed and strength they were equals and despite the small variations in their fighting styles the two that now rushed each other were two of the best fighters in the galaxy.
With Ninjin coming straight at her Akassa had no reason to do anything short of meeting his charge. She harbored no fear of her eldest brother and he none of her. When the two meet in the center of the arena with equal ferocity the assembled crowd, and millions watching via the intergalactic broadcast burst into cheers.
The match had begun.
For every strike that was thrown there was a block made in turn, the two siblings testing the others speed and strength. Normally in a fight like this combatants took the opening moments to assess the other, but not these two, each and every attack was aimed to hurt.
Deep down she had always wanted Ninjin's respect, but in recent years that had become the impossible. Were she to lose to him now he would never forget it, were she to win and he would never forgive her. For the simple fact she was a half breed, along with her step mothers influence, he had grown to hate her for something she had no power to control. Akassa had learned to deal with it and although she never truly hated him the hyrbid could not deny the anger she felt at the way he treated her. This fight was finally a chance to release some of it without fear of repercussion from her father or especially her mother. On any other day Akassa would gladly give her life for a member of her family, simple because of the blood they shared and the fact it was her duty, but today she planned to make Ninjin bleed.
A fist came in for her jaw and an arm raised in response to block it. Next her right foot snapped in towards his side only to be blocked by an upraised thigh. So close together they found it difficult for either of them to actually land a blow on the other.
Sending in two punches, as she had before, the Princess was not surprised when he deflects them with his own arms, but she had counted on that. Shifting her hips back a little her right leg comes up, a testament to her flexibility as her foot looks to collide with his chin. She hoped to catch him off guard as it broke the small pattern of attacks the two had found themselves locked it.
If her boot did slam up into his chin the amount of force behind the blow was more than capable of lifting him up into the air more, leaving her brother open for the rest of her attack. With his face momentarily lifted to look up at the dark expanse of space above she shoves both her hands towards his chest, a Ki blast lauching from each with enough combined power to send him tumbling away.
Of course all of this was only possible if her initial kick connected. If it missed or was blocked the female was going to be left standing on one leg for a moment, the other high up in front of her body. With her tail loose behind her balance was no issue, but the fact she was wide open might be.
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Emperor Ninjin Hattori
Administrator
Emperor of Beta, Leader of PTO
Gloria in excelsis Imperium
Posts: 665
Base: 202,252
True Power: 404,504
Oozaru: 1,011,260
FPSSJ: 3,640,536
Zeni: 2,486
Items: Simulator
Ally: Aella: 101,126 Brute: 505,630
Profile Link: Ninjin Hattori
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jul 2, 2013 22:13:41 GMT -5
The two were so even, so similar it was nearly terrifying. Blow for blow they went, each blow meant to hurt, each blow blocked by the skill and strength of the other. The hatred they had for each other, or at least the blatant want to cause bodily harm to each other was obvious. Punches were blocked, kicks were blocked, knees and shins and forearms taking damage but none of it serious. The crowd watched with hushed voices and held breath. There were no two more perfect opponents.
Sparring like this for whatever reason brought him back to days of their childhood. Back when they had gotten along, playing together in the halls of the palace. He had looked up to her back then, before he knew what she was, before his mother had explained it all to him. She had been his inspiration, training to try and keep up with her natural skill and strength. Of course he had the skill and strength too, but it just seemed to come so easily to her, always besting him in all of their spars. Perhaps that when he had grown to resent her… He had loved her then, loved her like he had loved his family. Now all he saw in front of him was a mutt, and a mar on the good name of the Hattori family.
His mother had called him into the throne room one night and explained that Akassa was not his real sister, but rather a result of his father’s whoring on Earth, the planet their moon orbited. Ninjin could not believe his ears. She… she wasn’t his sister? She wasn’t royal blood? She had been lying to him all this time… He was filled with a cold rage, he had loved her! He had respected her and even looked up to her and she had been a lie. Their mother filled his head with the truth and poisoned him against her, he was filled with a similar hate that she herself felt against the princess. She was not his family. She was a mistake.
Suddenly Akassa threw two punches, which he had blocked as he had done many times already during their short combat. She shifted her wait and suddenly her foot was coming up rapidly towards his chin. He gritted his teeth and prepared for the blow. The foot met its mark on his chin, but it didn’t have the desired effect that he was willing to bet she had planned. Ninjin’s hands wrapped around the smaller female’s leg, his fingers digging in deep. His chin was on fire from the blow but his fingers dug further and further, intent on breaking the leg of the smaller Saiyan.
Despite the powerful grip on her leg her torso twisted around and placed her hands right in front of his chest. He snarled and tightened his grip even further, he knew he was about to be thrown off his feet but he was hoping the momentum would throw her as well. Should she break the grip he would be thrown alone, weakened from both the blast and the kick to the chin?
Regardless he was thrown, his body spinning to the side with or without her. The crown-prince got on his hands and knees, a sight that would no doubt amuse his older sister, the first and last time he would ever be in such a position in front of her. He gritted his teeth, smoke steaming off of his armor from where the blast had connected with his chest. She had momentarily gotten the upper hand, but it wouldn't last long. It wouldn't. He was the crown prince. His was the right of victory.
If she had been thrown with him he would regain his footing quickly, aiming a punting kick at her ribs in hoping of breaking them and causing the fight to go out of her quickly. If she hadn't been thrown with him, he would charge from the position he was in, using his power of flight to leap like a wild animal at her, with a similar snarl. He would feint a punch to her left side and then throw a vicious right hay-maker aimed for her temple, in hopes of incurring a concussion or at least stunning her momentarily.
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Queen Akassa Hattori
Administrator
Queen of the Imperial Saiyan Legion
Long live the Queen.
Posts: 1,151
Base: 209,817
True Power: 419,634
LSSJ: 4,196,340
Zeni: 1,049
Items: Gravity Chamber (100x), Scouter, Senzu Bean ,Senzu Pouch, Deluxe Spaceship, Simulator 2.0
Ally: General Toa: PL - 104,909 True Power: 209,817 Oozaru: 524,542
Ally 2: Raska: PL - 104,909 - Nether State:209,817 - Void State: 1,258,902
Profile Link: Akassa Hattori
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Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Jul 2, 2013 22:53:46 GMT -5
Even if there was some respect for the others fighting ability, there was indeed no love between them now. The blood coursing through her veins was not pure, even Akassa would admit to it if asked, but that did not mean her heart was not for her family. Her entire life she had worked to serve her family and always shown respect to them, even when they openly insulted her. Ninjin was no different than her step mother now, the two resenting her simply for what she was. No anger was ever directed at her father, the one that had been one of her creators, her mother never allowed to set foot on the Moon for her part in Akassa’s existence.
One day Akassa planned to at least meet her mother, the being that had given birth to her. There was no deep connection there, but one could not deny the natural connection any creature felt with the one that brought them into the world, whichever world that may be. When she did seek her out it was going to have to be in secret for the crown would never approve of such a thing and never grant her the permission to do so. It was no matter; the act could be slipped into one of her travels to Earth whenever she found the time.
When Ninjin’s head snaps up some Akassa couldn’t help but grin, until his hands grab onto her leg. Her brother was tough, his quick reaction to her attack a testament to that as he starts to apply pressure to her extended leg. His fingers dug in to her flesh, the pressure no doubt going to leave ten bruises as he attempted to snap the appendage. Clenching her jaw Akassa was well aware that she needed to free herself from the larger fighters grasp before he did any serious damage.
Unlike Ninjin the half Saiyan was not a muscular individual. She was tone and fit, but due to her half human heritage had never developed the muscle mass that was so common to the Saiyan race. Still size did not always mean power and although he was larger than her the female was able to dish out just as much punishment and in turn take it.
Just like him she was not fazed by the pain, her hands lifting to send blasts into his chest in order to free herself. The attack, like the last did not have the intended effect. With his powerful hands still wrapped around her slender calf the force that sent him tumbling through the air dragged her along as well, the two siblings hitting the ground a short distance away, slightly apart from each other. Both knew that neither of them would stay down for long, Akassa glancing over to see him on all fours as she shoves up to the same position. Chuckling loud enough so he could hear she starts to turn to him, but he was the quicker this time.
His leg swings in for her when she was still getting up, aiming for her open side. Snapping up to her knees and throwing her hips to the side the kick swings just past her, brushing along her hip as it does. The female’s arms snap to the side, wrapping one under his leg while the other hand grabs onto the top of his shin. Holding his leg, like he had done to hers a moment ago she pivots on her knees, trying to toss him away from her once more.
To many it might look as if she was trying to get him away from her, but that was not the case. If she had been able to throw him like she had planned Akassa launches off her knees with her bukujutsu in close pursuit of her brother.
Rising up into the air some she starts to toss Ki blasts down at him in an attempt to keep him off guard, her hands then tucking to her side as Ki gathers between her palms. Knowing she did not have much time to charge such an attack she quickly unleashes the beam of energy down in his direction, hoping he was too disorientated from the throw and following Ki blasts to properly block it. The Princess had no disillusions that this was enough to defeat her brother outright, but it would definitely hurt.
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Emperor Ninjin Hattori
Administrator
Emperor of Beta, Leader of PTO
Gloria in excelsis Imperium
Posts: 665
Base: 202,252
True Power: 404,504
Oozaru: 1,011,260
FPSSJ: 3,640,536
Zeni: 2,486
Items: Simulator
Ally: Aella: 101,126 Brute: 505,630
Profile Link: Ninjin Hattori
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jul 8, 2013 21:28:38 GMT -5
The Saiyan Crown-prince had underestimated his sisters fighting ability, somewhere along the way she had grown to match even him, and the blow to his confidence was perhaps worse than the physical blows she was throwing out. He had thought he was about to kick her in the side, but instead was grabbed and thrown, a feat he would have thought the smaller fighter incapable of but was clearly not. He went tumbling, barely managing to flip over and smash his fist into the ground to stop his own momentum from carrying him over the side of the arena.
To fall out of the ring was a loss, and that was even more unacceptable a loss than even a knock out from his sister. At least there was some honor in fighting till you could no longer fight anymore, to get knocked out of the ring… no that just wouldn’t do for the Saiyan prince or his bountiful pride.
Multiple ki blasts rained down around him, most missing and blasting dust into the air, obscuring his vision. He raised his forearms in an x and used them to block his face, a few smacking into the muscles and causing burns but none of them doing any severe damage. Was this all she was capable energy wise? No doubt he would be the victor yet.
As suddenly as they had come the blasts around him ceased. What was she planning now? He lowered his smoking forearms and found that he could not see for all the dust around him, and then like a lightning bolt a blast of ki pierced the darkness and the dust and smashed into him. He quickly brought his forearms up again, taking the pressure off of his chest-plate and with gritting teeth was forced backwards, feet teetering on the precipice of the arena. No! His mind screamed. It would not end like this. It would not be allowed to.
He roared in defiance, and without thinking his aura flared up around him, the young prince finding himself slipping into his True Power state. He backhanded the beam away from him, suddenly having the strength to overcome it, though it had set his arms aflame and they were now covered with severe burns. The beam dissipated and fizzled as it smashed into the barrier protecting the audience. Ninjin’s face contorted into a snarl of rage. The beating he was about to inflict would be legendary, talked about for centuries and remembered as the day the blood of the Hattori was purified.
Using his bukujutsu Ninjin rushed forward, moving so fast it appeared as if he was blinking in and out of reality. Those without training to watch such things or high powerlevels would be hard pressed to track the saiyan prince’s movements. He would aim a punch for her jaw and one for her stomach, hoping to both break her jaw and sap the air and energy from her body. He was much more powerful than her at this point and her only hope to withstand his attacks would be to power up to her own true power. Would she have the intellect to do so, or would she simply fall here to his true power?
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Queen Akassa Hattori
Administrator
Queen of the Imperial Saiyan Legion
Long live the Queen.
Posts: 1,151
Base: 209,817
True Power: 419,634
LSSJ: 4,196,340
Zeni: 1,049
Items: Gravity Chamber (100x), Scouter, Senzu Bean ,Senzu Pouch, Deluxe Spaceship, Simulator 2.0
Ally: General Toa: PL - 104,909 True Power: 209,817 Oozaru: 524,542
Ally 2: Raska: PL - 104,909 - Nether State:209,817 - Void State: 1,258,902
Profile Link: Akassa Hattori
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Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Jul 8, 2013 22:18:20 GMT -5
Akassa’s plan had worked perfectly, the blasts she had direct towards him throwing up enough cover to shield her from his view just long enough for the beam to lance out towards him. When it ripped through the cloud of dust it cleared a path for her to see it slam into his upraised arms. Not letting up she forces more energy into the attack, seeing that it was shoving him back towards the edge of the platform. Chuckling some she grins down at him, wondering if it truly would be this easy to defeat the Saiyan Prince. After his feet hit the ground outside the arena floor victory was going to be hers and the female planned to never let him forget it.
Despite her best wishes it seemed Ninjin Hattori was not going to be defeated so easily.
With a roar his aura bursts to life around him, the red and golden lightning only angering his sister more. She had not been blessed with the colorful aura that was common to her family. For some reason, no doubt her human blood, hers was a metallic silver. Letting out a growl of her own she pours more Ki into her attack, but it was all for naught as he backhands it away with ease. Her eyes follow it as it blasts into the field that encircled the ring, the strange technology absorbing the Ki blast to protect the crowd.
Looking back to see a snarl on his face it was obvious their fight had just begun and before the expression even finished forming on his lips he was gone. Realizing he was at his full potential, the Saiyan Princess having seen him access his True Power before she quickly unleashes her own. It was true it had been quite some time since they fought together or trained against each other, but she knew what that aura meant. Her silver aura flares to life around her just as he reaches her, the female barely able to pick up his movement as she pushes herself into her ascended state.
Her left arm snaps up as her forearm intercepts the forearm of the punch that had been going for her jaw. Akassa was barely able to stop the blow, her arm pushed in so that is almost touches her own head as she holds him off. Her other arm comes in to catch his fist, but that blow too had enough force to shove the back of her own hand against her abdomen, her forearm and palm on fire from blocking the attacks. Locked in close to him she lets a wide grin form on her face.
With her face inches from his the anger behind his eyes was impossible to miss. If he were to look into hers it would be like looking into a mirror in terms of emotion, his elder sister wanting this as much as him. Straining against him she was more than ready to fight, but this opportunity to mock him was not something she wanted to pass up. This close together she was able to speak so no others could hear them.
”A bit quick to power up were you not? I think it was because you were afraid, you knew I already had you defeated. You scream out in anger, but deep down we both know it was fear. How could the one set to be King someday lose to his sister in seconds? How could he lose to a half Saiyan?”
Akassa rarely referred to herself in such a way, but she hoped it was going to eat at him more than it normally ate at her. How could he deny that if he had not powered up he would have lost? As another jab at his pride she attempts to launch no attack at him while they are locked up, allowing him to respond. What better way to show her confidence than too remained locked as they were and make no attack against him? Grinning at him once more she gives no hint that she was doing everything within her power to prevent his arms from pressing any farther forward.
All around them the crowd cheered still at the fact both had just ignited auras of Ki around themselves; no doubt having gone to some knew level. They knew nothing of the words or emotions passed between the two warriors. Leke, if he was watching might understand there was much more to this match than the fact that only one of them got to move on. The King and Queen, watching from the palace, most likely also understood. When Akassa stood over Ninjin in the end they would finally give her the respect she deserved, the respect she had earned.
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Emperor Ninjin Hattori
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jul 8, 2013 23:18:02 GMT -5
The look on his sisters’ face when she saw his activated aura was priceless. She had seen it countless other times, but the prince had to assume it still ate at her. It was the colors of the Hattori family, his family. She wasn’t gifted with the same colors, just another sign she was not really family. When she activated her own true power he stifled a laugh at the color. Metallic silver. Not even close to being the colors of a true Hattori. Hers were the colors of one who didn’t belong, of one who didn’t know her place.
Their aura’s surged against each other as they collided, the energies dancing as the opponents struggled against the strength of each other. The crown-prince had expected his sister to power up when he did, there was no other way she could survive the onslaught he was about to unleash any other way. She had skill fully blocked both of his thrown attacks, both struggling against the opposites strength, both of their faces a mask of anger. They were locked close enough in combat that they could talk to each other without any of the cameras picking it up. And talk they did.
His sisters’ words bit into him. He had been close to defeat it was true. Too close for any semblance of comfort on the part of the Saiyan prince. His pride had been dealt quite a blow this match, and the only thing keeping him from exploding on the spot was the fact that when this was over he would be standing over her victorious, her broken and bloodied body on the ground beneath him, his hands raised in victory.
“Clever, dear sister. But my cries were indeed of anger and not fear. You, so low… A Half-Saiyan getting the better of me? It’s inexcusable, and yet it happened. That’s enough to drive any Saiyan to anger. Especially me, so clearly your superior. But fear? No you don’t deserve my fear. And as to my powering up? Why hold back? Why when I could have so much more fun showing this audience what true Saiyan royalty can do?”
His words were bound to cause ire within his sister, though they were all true. Well mostly. He would never know that she had caused fear within him, for a moment he thought he would lose. To her. Her. He would rather lose to any other person in the competition. She was clearly an incredible fighter, and he had a begrudging respect for what she was capable of, though he was certain that he was indeed better.
With his words said he would suddenly release his strength behind his blows, hoping that the sudden shift in momentum would bring his sister tumbling forwards. Should that happen he would bring his knee up into her stomach, cupping his hands together he would smash them down onto her back, putting his new violent power behind each of the attacks, hoping to break her. Should she move he would be ready to spring back, though what she would do he was uncertain, she was an unpredictable fighter, much like himself.
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Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Jul 9, 2013 10:40:32 GMT -5
Her eyes narrow at his response. She had expected some sort of quip about her half blooded nature and that her arrogant brother would deny the fear he so obviously felt. The part that got her was that she was "undeserving" of his fear. Akasss deserved it more then anyone else whether he liked it or not, she was his equal in power, more than capable of defeating him. Snorting some she shoots right back at him.
"Your the one that is not deserving brother, you..." Her words get cut off as he suddenly lessens the force he was exerting on her arms, the Princess' moment of over compensation causing her to jolt forward some. The sudden shift in her position left her wide open as his knee drives up hard into her unarmored stomach. The force of the blow was enough to push the air from her lungs, her sentence cut off. Doubling over from the strike it set her up perfectly for his clasped hands, his powerful arms driving down hard into her back.
The second blow snaps her body the opposite direction as she is forced to arch before the transferred momentum sends her body rocketing towards the arena floor below. Sucking wind and with her back burning Akassa only has time to spin herself around before impact, her back slamming into the floor instead of her face. The structure itself had been built to handle powerful blasts and blows, the floor reinforced with magic to make it more durable. Even so it cracks beneath her some as she slams into it, pain spiking along her back once more. Coughing the two strikes would indeed leave bruises, but it was going to take more than just that to defeat Akassa Hattori.
Knowing she did not have the luxury of time against a fighter like her brother the Princess tucks her legs up and flips back to her feet. The pain in her back causes her to stagger a step but that is all as she launches right back at him. Encased in silver she rises back towards Ninjin, quickly working her jacket off as she does. Not letting the garment fall away she clutches it in her hand as she draws near. Once several yards away she brings her arm up, tossing the jacket towards him so that the piece of clothing fans out between them. It would most likely only block his vision for a second, but she hoped that would be long enough.
When the jacket blocks their line of sight she initiaitese her attack. Shifting slightly to the left, her right arm still extended from tossing her coat, Akassa starts to channel Ki down her arm, forming it into the thick strand that was her Power Whip attack. Normally she swung her Ki enhanced arm like a bat towards her targets, but this time she just keeps it extended. Hoping to use her momentum she looks to sail right past him in order to catch him across the chest with her arm. If it connected the blow promised to launch him higher into the air, far above the stadium floor but well within the artificial atmosphere.
Before she had let her attacks put distance between them, but if this one connected the half saiyan would pursue. Soaring up after him she lets the Ki around her arm dissipate in order to free up her hand once more. If he was stunned enough when she catches up with him high in the air she grabs for him, her left arm grabbing for his right wrist as her right hand grabs for his throat. With a spin she would use her bukujutsu to direct them both back towards the floor. Akassa's intent was to build up speed as they plummeted so she could release him just before they make impact so his body alone would be driven into the arena floor.
If she was able to pull all this off necks in the crowd would crane upwards to follow the siblings ascent only to then follow them back down. To those watching at a distance the pair would resemble a meteor forcing its way through Earths atmosphere. Ninjins red aura leading the way like that of the friction burn such rocks created while her silver aura stretched out behind them like a tail. It looked very much like such an event and if Ninjin was not able to stop it his impact into the ground was going to be nothing less than that of a meteorite striking a planet.
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jul 9, 2013 15:27:26 GMT -5
The brutal words of the Saiyan prince had clearly made their mark on his sister, just as hers had on him. They were as merciless with their turn of phrase as they were with their fighting styles, everything aimed to maim, to wound, to rend. Her intended response was cut short by their sudden shift in momentum. It was near euphoria to feel his knee smash hard into his sisters unprotected abdomen, music to his ears to hear the air leave her lungs against her will.
She bent up and left him in a perfect position to slam his combined fists into her back, the sickening thud sent shivers up his arm, and placed an evil smile on his face. Finally he had the upper hand. Finally he had shown his sister what she got for even daring to think that she was as capable a fighter—no… as capable a Hattori, as he was. To her credit she managed to flip over onto her back before she hit the floor, the force of the impact still enough to shatter the reinforced floor under her. It was like a symphony, and he the maestro. Each blow a change in tempo or beat, each grunt and moan of agony a new instrument folding in with the rest beautifully, changing the song they were playing and making it that much better.
Her coughs were melodious, those two vicious strikes were bound to leave bruises, though he didn’t dare hope they had finished his sister off. Whatever else she was she still had royal blood in her, and though he would never admit it he would have loathed to have finished her off that easily, for he knew there was more to her than that. Even despite that he was surprised when she leapt back up to her feet, his eyebrows shooting up and his eyes widening. Yes it was a stumbling return, but to even do so was unthinkable to him, the attacks he had unleashed would have broken a lesser being in half. His shock turned quickly into a smile. Perhaps she was worthy of being his sister being able to take shots like that and continue fighting… it was a momentary thought, but it was there nonetheless.
When she began to undress, Ninjin was confused and it cost him. He had assumed it was a distraction and was correct. The coat came flying towards him faster than he thought was possible, he raised his hand and a blast of Ki rocketed into the coat, beginning to burn it. Akassa appeared rapidly, slamming her arm into his chest and knocking him into the air. He spun through the air, going high not going high enough to slam into the artificial ceiling. Akassa appeared again, her arm wrapping around his throat and restraining one of his arms.
His free arm reached up and grabbed for a handful of her hair at the base of her head, should he grab onto it he would headbutt her repeatedly. He knew they were going to collide with the ground, but if he was going down he was certainly going to take her with him. He would pull her head to look at the audience.
“Look at them. Look at all of them down there. You think they care about a low-life like you? You think they want to see you win? Those Saiyans gathered? They’re here to see you lose! They’re here to see their Crown-Prince win, a half-saiyan winning would be an insult to everyone down there, especially the royal family.” He braced himself for the impact of the ground, hopefully holding tight onto her hair to ensure she wasn’t going anywhere. She would end up landing on him, but the force of the impact would hurt them both regardless, but that was only if he managed to grab and hold onto her hair.
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Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Jul 9, 2013 19:34:20 GMT -5
Her coat went spiraling away, smoldering and smoking from the Ki blast he had sent at it, but that mattered little, she would be able to buy another. In exchange for her jacket the half Saiyans arm connected solidly with her brother’s chest, the force of the blow having its intended effect as it launches him high in to air. Quick to follow and grab a hold of him she grins as they start to drop back towards the ground below. If Ninjin had thought her resilience commendable after being spiked into the ground than she was no less impressed as he grabs onto her during their rapid decent.
Her head tilts back some as strong fingers grab a handful of her thick hair, latching on right at the base of her skull. Having her hair pulled was nothing that Princess could not handle, it had been yanked many times before, but her brother was looking for more than just a handhold on her. His head snaps forward, her grip on his neck not enough to stop such an action, as his forehead slams into her. Normally the force of the first blow would cause her head to snap back, but his strong grasp kept her in place as he drives in his head again. The female’s vision blurred some and something warm started to run down between her eyes. Blinking some stray droplets of blood from her vision she tries to focus as he speaks to her.
Slightly dazed she was open for another attack, but one does not come, her grip loosening slightly on him as he jerks her head to the side. The audience was a blur of color due in part to the vicious head butts and in part to the speed at which they were moving. His words were most likely true, the masses and her family no doubt wanting to see the well known Prince climb to the top of the pedestal, to throw his arms high as he was name the Galactic Champion. Yet she had been allowed to enter by the King, instructed to actually and in her preliminary matches there had been cheers when she stepped into the ring. Even if most wanted Ninjin to win there were some that sided with her and one of them was more important than the rest. Akassa Hattori wanted to win, with ever fiber of her being she wished to earn the colors of her family.
Ninjin’s words, no doubt meant to demoralize her would instead enrage her.
The surge of anger allows Akassa to refocus, her hands tightening on his arm and throat as they near the ground. Her original plan had been to slam him hard into the ground by letting go at the last moment, but now he had a hold of her as well. With a scream she accelerates, her anger driving her on as she prepares to inflict damage on herself with the hope of doing even more to him. Securing her grip she soars downwards, looking to slam them both into the tiled floor.
Ninjin would of course hit first, his armor perhaps absorbing some of the blow, but regardless the reinforced floor cracks upon impact, fissures spreading out from the point of contact. As the stone splits apart it drowns out the sound of their actual impact the solid substance being forced asunder with sheer force. Right after he hits she slams down on top of him, crushing down against him for an instant before the ground underneath him transfers the energy back, the Saiyan Princess bouncing off her brother to land roughly on her side and roll away from him.
A hush falls over the crowd as both fighters end up on the ground, Akassa herself not moving for several moments before she starts to force herself up. With a groan she is able to get her hands under body and shove up, staggering around drunkenly once to her feet. Blood runs down the front of her face as a result of his headbutts moments ago, the female trying to regain her balance and composure after the brutal collision. For the time being she is not focused on her opponent as she attempts to recover, but hopefully the same would be said for her brother.
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jul 9, 2013 20:52:15 GMT -5
The headbutts had their intended result, blood seeping from the forehead of his sister. Her blood mixed with his sweat and seeped into his eyes stinging them, but the pain could not keep the smile off his face. They both were enjoying this fight more than either would ever admit, the idea of beating the other fueling their every action. For the first bout in the tournament, there was no better opponent. After his speech Akassa’s anger was evident, her grip tightening around his throat and around his wrist. Despite his best efforts the hand around his throat was suffocating him, his vision darkening around the edges as he fought to keep consciousness. They accelerated towards the ground, both intent on driving the other straight through the ground, Ninjin added his own bukujutsu into the mix, accelerating them even faster.
The world darkened even further as he slammed into the ground, debris shooting up into the air as brother and sister meteor collided with the force of same. Even the magically reinforced ground could not withstand the combined force of power. Ninjin’s chest armor cracked and exploded into thousands of pieces, sending shrapnel everywhere. It absorbed a bit of the blow but not enough. The crack heard throughout the arena would be near deafening. Akassa slammed into him, no doubt hit by some of the shrapnel, but her elbow found its way to his bottom rib on his left side, the crack hidden from the audience by that of the arena floor but not Ninjin. He cried out in pain, both from the force of impact from the floor and his broken rib.
Ninjin held onto his side, his world spinning, hoping that his sister was in a similar condition. His hands searched his now bare upper body, looking for other injuries than his broken ribs. His back was cut up, from the force of smacking into the ground and the ground. The air came rushing back into his lungs before he even realized he hadn’t been breathing. He attempted to roll over onto his stomach but found that he was unable to. His body was in bad shape, but his will to fight was even stronger than his physical shape. He gritted his teeth and groaned as he rolled over onto his hands and knees.
His breathing was ragged and shallow. He brought his hand away from his side and found that it too was cut up from the collision. Looking at her, Akassa was clearly in as bad shape as he was. They both were broken and bleeding, missing articles of clothing, breathing weirdly. Ninjin forced a smile.
“Is… That… All you’ve got?” He said through shallow breaths, the pain coursing through his body altering his voice, making it deeper and gruffer, more gravely.
“It’s going to take more than that.”
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