Queen Akassa Hattori
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Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Jul 9, 2013 21:17:01 GMT -5
Akassa had not expected his armor to blow apart, the sharp pieces cutting and nicking her as they exploded outward. In the tangle mass that was Hattori siblings the Princess was unaware one of his ribs had broken before she had gone rolling away. Staggering around on her feet, her breathing a bit heavy, the half-saiyan was a bit out of it. Numerous cuts were across her now bare arms, some on her stomach and chest, the sharp pieces of his armor having easily cut through her tank top. Hearing a voice behind her she stumbles as she turns to face it.
Seeing Ninjin on his hands and knees while she stood would normally bring a smile to the females face, but she was in no shape to smile. Shaking her head in frustration she was trying to get the throbbing to cease. His words helped her focus a little more, the Princess using them to draw herself back to the current situation. He looked to be in bad shape, not having gotten back to his feet yet. Taking a step towards him she feels her body starting to respond better, the cloudiness in her mind slowly disappearing.
”It best not be… Her head turns to the side so she can spit some blood from her mouth before she continues. ”…if that was to keep you down I would wonder why you even entered the tournament. Taking another slow step towards him she starts to grin as her breathing slows a little, her chest not heaving so much as she levels her gaze at him. She needed to get to him before he caught his breath, it was an advantage she didn’t want to give up, yet she wasn’t ready just yet to reengage, she needed to stall a moment longer.
”Get up Ninjin. It is pathetic you are still on your knees, or perhaps you feel more at comfortable there?” Her grin only widens as she continues to stalk towards him. Secretly she was starting to charge Ki into her right hand, not letting it form into any sort of attack yet, but letting it gather within her arm. In another minute or so she would be ready to continue and wanted to have something ready for him, and if he made a move on her she wasn’t going to be caught completely off guard.
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jul 9, 2013 21:42:50 GMT -5
The crown-prince’s mouth filled with blood and he spat it upon the ground, he coughed violently and more blood splattered the ground underneath his face. A stinging pain filled his left side. The rib had possibly punctured his lung. That could have been why he was bleeding from his mouth he considered, but he ground his teeth and fought through the pain. It mattered not, he would finish this fight. Even if it killed him. He would win. He would not let the mutt win this tournament, even if he didn’t win, he would take comfort in knowing he had been the reason she hadn’t either. It just couldn’t be allowed for her to hold this over on him. He raised his head to look at Akassa standing there in front of him. Standing, when he could not. It was a blow to his ego.
He barely heard her comments over the ringing into his ears, his head having bounced off the ground when they had crashed like a falling star. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, he felt his lung pop his rib back into place and he screamed out in agony and pain, his right arm shooting up to grab onto his side. Tears sprang to his eyes and he bit down into his lip to keep from crying out further, not letting Akassa see the crown-prince brought low. It was the most painful thing he had ever experienced. His eyes looked up and found Akassa, his look that of pure hate, hers a smile.
He roared in frustration and pain as he made his way painfully to his feet. It took a lot out of him to regain his footing, the pain nearly unbearable. He staggered but regained his balance. Akassa too looked like H.F.I.L, she was slowly making her way towards him, a confident look on her face. They were both killing each other, and neither was going to let the other win.
“I’ll be more comfortable when I’m standing over your defeated and broken body.” he roared back at her. “You don’t have the strength to defeat me, every drop of blood that I spill on this arena floor is worth double that of yours. I still have the strength to defeat you, but you? You’ve never had the strength to defeat me. Your power may be close to mine, but when it comes down to it you simply aren’t good enough, and you never will be. You’re not a Hattori, you’re a mutt that plays at being one. If you knew what was good for you you’d lay down and die right here, avoid embarrassing my family any further.
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Queen Akassa Hattori
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Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Jul 9, 2013 22:15:55 GMT -5
Unlike the joy Ninjin had felt when she had suffered his blows before, there was no joy felt by the female when he screams out as his rib is shoved back into place. Sure she wanted to hurt him and defeat him, but it was not just because she wanted him to feel the physical pain, she wanted him to feel the pain of defeat. Watching him rise to his feet with tears in his eyes her grin shifts to more of a smirk, it was obvious that he was getting tired, the fight taking a toll on him. It was doing the same to Akassa, but the Princess prided herself on her stamina and durability.
When he roars back at her it was amusing at first, his arrogance never ceasing to amaze her. Even when it was obvious he was losing the fight he could not admit he was out classed. However, her smirk quickly fades as he continues, the females jaw clenching tightly as he sends out insult after insult. Akassa was normally good at keeping her mind clear in a fight, but with Ninjin it was different. She had loved him full heartedly once, as much as a sister could love a brother, but he had chosen to shatter that relationship and now he only showed her disrespect.
”How dare you?! I have given everything for our family, no less than you have so how am not worthy of the name Hattori?! If you remember father ordered all of us to represent the family in this tournament! If he had such confidence in you then why did he order the rest of us to join?!” Akassa was screaming now, her face flush with anger. The Ki she had been gathering in her hand is revealed as she loses some of her concentration, letting it form in her hand. She had calmed some from her outburst before driving them into the ground, but with ease he had brought out that anger once again.
Despite the pain she felt, the burning in various parts of her body from numerous cuts she launches herself at him. It was more of a bukujutsu enhanced jump than any form of flight. Her right arm cocks back as more Ki gathers into it. Upon getting close to him she drives that arm forward, attempting to slam the blast right into his smug face. The attack was reckless, leaving her open for all sorts of counterattacks, but she didn’t care. With pure power she was going to teach her arrogant brother a lesson.
She was going to prove to him that she was worthy of the Hattori name, Akassa planned to beat him into the ground. When he was on his back, barely conscious she would force him to look at her, admit to her that she belonged and was just as worthy as he was. Her victory would prove the same to all those watching including her Father, Mother and siblings. The crowd roared their approval as it looked like the two siblings were reengaging.
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jul 11, 2013 14:14:59 GMT -5
The prince saw that his words had hit their mark on Akassa’s heart, the violent fury filling her eyes and filling her words. If there was one thing that Ninjin was good at it was bringing out the anger in Akassa. It had been his gift, his arrogance fueling his words, it was enough to bring ire out of anyone. But when his sister was the target it was that much easier. What was worse is he didn’t know if he believed the words as they left his mouth. Not just the part about her not being able to beat him, it was obvious to him that she had within her the power, just as he had within him the power to beat her. His arrogance didn’t blind him to that simple truth. No… there was more. The fight she had put up, her skill, her resilience… it all screamed Hattori, and it would honor their father to see his children never backing down, even from such a brutal beating from one another.
Once… once he had loved her. He kept fighting the brotherly instinct within him when he saw the blood seeping from her forehead. The war within him was as vicious as the war without, his mother’s poisoning words echoed in the back of his head, but at the same time the memories of their childhood playing fought against it. It wasn’t right! He hated her… didn’t he?! He wanted to make her bleed… he did. He roared aloud before he knew he was doing it.
Her words floated through his ears and filled him with doubt. Why would father send the others if he had such confidence in him. Did he have confidence in him? Of course he did, Ninjin was his heir. Her words roused him from the war within and brought the rage forth once more. He scowled and watched as she leapt towards him, he ran forward to intercept, charging ki in his own hand like she had as well. He knew the attack was coming, and as her fist came forward at his face, his own came up into an uppercut underneath her jaw. His move was bound to connect, just as hers smashed against his face, the sound of his jaw cracking and disconnecting filling his ears with a ringing. He stumbled and fell, more blood filling his mouth than he thought was possible.
If his own punch had connected, no doubt she would be in a similar state as he. Ninjin turned his sore head and spat out a tooth and more than a little bit of blood. His jaw was on fire, much like it had been when Truffle had broken it before the tournament, it wasn’t broken though, just not where it should be. Because of that experience though, he was prepared for the pain. He reached up and snapped it back into place, the agony weakening his knees. He groggily got to his hands and knees and the taste of blood and the pain made him vomit violently.
He couldn’t see Akassa through the blur of pain, but knew that if his fist had connected she too would be in a sorry state, even more than the blood covered mess they had been even mere moments before. If his fist hadn’t connected, he was bound to be attacked again in mere moments. The crowd was getting its entire ticket-price in this preliminary match, two of the royal Saiyan children beating each other to near death. Only one would stand tall in victory at the end, though at this point it didn’t look like either would be doing much standing at the end.
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Queen Akassa Hattori
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Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Jul 11, 2013 16:33:28 GMT -5
Having thrown away all forms of defence Akassa descended on Ninjin. There was no tact and no grace in the females attack, rage fueling every fiber of her bring. When her arm snaps forward she was focused soley on that strike not at all concerned with how open she was. Feeling her hand connect, the Ki gathered there only amplifying the power of the blow, there was no grin like earlier in their fight. His words had pushed her even further than the first time he had enraged her, his sister no longer finding any enjoyment in their match. She had planned to earn his respect by defeating him in this tournament, but in her enraged state she cared little for that.
Despite the power she wielded and that her blow connected her recklessness costs her. The strike had landed, dislocated his jaw even, but she saw none of it. Just as her boots started to touch down his uppercut connects with the under side of her jaw, and explosion of pain accompanying it. The force of the blow snaps her head back before lifting her right back into the air. During her attack she had jumped through the air to get at Ninjin, now her body arched back through the it in reverse.
The half-saiyan's body looks almost limp as it sails through the air, her silver aura flicker in and out as she struggles to maintain consciousness. Slamming down on her back the female bounces once than hits the ground again before sliding across it. Sprawled out on her back the Princess groans, slowly trying to move her jaw, each movement sending pain spiking through it. Behind that pain there was still plenty of anger, Akasss not spent yet even if she was quite dazed.
Another groan escapes her lips as she attempts to sit up, but only makes it halfway before being overcome with a wave of dizziness and dropping flat again. She tasted blood in her mouth, a fair amount which wasn't all that surprising considering she had taken his uppercut head on. Unlike most the coppery taste of her own blood did not disgust her, she had tasted plenty of it over the years. Akassa was not done, but for the first time in there match she was down for an extended time. Not sure what had happened to Ninjin she prayed he was not approaching her for she needed more time in order to stop her head from spinning.
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jul 11, 2013 19:23:06 GMT -5
Fist and jaw together crack in a simultaneous symphony of violence as Ninjin and Akassa Hattori land their blows. Both fighters go down, blood and bone and broken bodies each. Ninjin looked at his sister lying on the floor, trying to sit up, but finding herself unable. Ninjin had made his way to his hand and knees, he used one weak arm to wipe the vomit from his mouth. The prince stood onto spaghetti legs, his body swaying back and forth, punch-drunk off of their combat. He had been beaten before, but never like this. His body felt broken, his soul willing but finding his body unable in many aspects. They were killing each other, and neither would stop till the other was unconscious or... or worse.
“Get up. Get up.” He said it repeatedly, staggering over to her, blood seeping out of his mouth like a waterfall; his dislocated and then relocated jaw slurring his words as if he really was drunk. His body hurt, his jaw hurt, his head hurt, his ribs hurt. There wasn’t a part of the crown-prince that wasn’t on fire or stinging with pain. There was little area on his body that didn’t feature some sort of cut or gash. They had beaten each other so badly, so mercilessly. Any lesser being would be dead, but not they. Not the Hattori’s.
“GET UP!” He screamed at her. His blood would fleck his sisters skin as it leapt from his mouth with his scream. His right arm was holding his left side, the fingers digging into the skin to try and reduce pain with some inflicted on himself. This would not be how he won. She would die a warrior. Die? Did he desire to kill her in this thin venire of a tournament match? The thought struck him like a punch to the gut. Was that what this was? Was he trying to kill her? The fight left him there.
He looked down at his hands in horror. No. he desired not the death of his sister in this combat. As much as his mother’s voice was screaming in his head to end it he would not. He could not. For everything else she was… a mutt. A disgrace. A failure. She was still his sister. He would beat her. He would beat respect into her. But he would not kill her. He drew the line there.
“You get up and finish this. You’re a Hattori. We don’t give up.” It would be the first time he had honestly called her a Hattori, but at the very least she had earned it in this combat. It would take a lot for him to call her it again, this was for motivation. She would stand. She would do it for the pride of their family. It was do or die time, and he was damn sure not going to let her lay there and die.
“GET UP!!!!!” As he screamed his arms came to his side and down, his aura flared and his power rose to its maximum once again, sending debris around him flying. This was the final round, and Ninjin Hattori was damned if he was going to lose.
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Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Jul 11, 2013 23:01:50 GMT -5
“Get up. Get up.”
Akassa heard the words loud and clear, but her body was not yet ready to respond. The fight was not over, she was not done, and of that much the half-saiyan was sure. Still the blow to her chin had done a number on her and her head was still swimming from the uppercut. Slowly starting to get her breathing back under control she begins to move. Painfully she sat up as the muscles in the back of her neck felt strained, perhaps having suffered some sort of whiplash from the vicious attack.
“GET UP!”
The Princess had forced herself into a sitting position by the time he had yelled the words at her. Slumping forward some she felt the warm droplets of blood that came from his mouth splatter against her skin. The anger in his voice was expected, yet at the same time she was surprised an attack didn’t accompany it. He had been so bent on demolishing her so why now did he wish her back on her feet? Akassa closes her eyes, forcing her body to again react to her commands as she draws in her focus to clear the cobwebs from her head.
“You get up and finish this. You’re a Hattori. We don’t give up.”
With that her eyes snap open, glaring up at him. As before there was anger, but behind it he might be able to see confusion. Moments before he had insulted her very existence and stated she was not even a true part of their family, yet now he labeled her as one of them? Was this some sort of game to him? Was he trying to build her hopes up that she had earned his respect only to enjoy rubbing in her half-blooded nature later? That must have been it, all of this some sick mind game he was trying to play.
“GET UP!!!!!”
As he yells it once more she was already shoving to her feet. Although not bleeding as much as her brother Akassa was indeed in poor condition. The tank top she wore was in horrible shape as it was partially shredded from his exploding armor, the result a number of cuts and slices along her upper torso and arms. Blood ran from her forehead, not in great amount, but enough to leave a trail down between her eyes and off her chin. On top of it all her jaw ached while her head pounded from his most recent attack. Setting that sore jaw she keeps her balance as she looks at him, her brother and rival only inches away from her and moments away from his defeat.
Using what energy she was able to muster the half-saiyan takes a quick step forward and starts to spin. While spinning Akassa drops down some in order to extend her right leg out towards his ankles, in an attempt to trip him up. Should the leg sweep work the Princess planned to waste no time in pouncing on top of him, more than prepared to pummel him into the arena floor. He had called her a Hattori, but in her simmering anger she was sure it was nothing more than a ruse, some way to confuse her or lower her guard. Ninjin had pushed her to far this time and was about to pay for it.
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jul 12, 2013 0:45:13 GMT -5
His sister had made her way to her feet as he had demanded. Maybe she was finally learning to take orders. She set her jaw similar to how he had his, but unlike him she said no words. They were nearing the end of their combat, both of their bodies making that quite literally painfully obvious. They stood glaring at one another for a moment, before Akassa launched her attack, a tripping attack. In his shape Ninjin could only go along with it, his legs being swept from beneath him as if the proverbial carpet had been removed. He slammed hard into the ground with a groan, and suddenly Akassa was on top of him, fist after fist connecting with his face.
The repeated blows shook him, the crown-prince was certainly a Saiyan who could take a punch, but the repeated blows began to darken the edges of his vision, his already dislocated jaw the target of more than a few of the blows. As a last ditch effort Ninjin allowed the blood to pool inside his mouth, and like a fountain expunged it into the eyes of his sister, the close proximity of them ensuring he would hit his target, and at the very least she would be momentarily stunned from the sudden blindness brought on.
He brought his arms up and pushed her off of him, sending her forward over his head. He brought his legs up to his chest and leapt to his feet, stumbled forward but regained his footing as he turned to face her. He would rush her and attempt to lock her into a crushing bear hug, for the first time in the fight truly using his larger size and strength to his advantage. He would constrict her, crushing her arms against her sides and attempting to squeeze the life from her body, but that was not the real reason he was drawing her so closely into the hug. No, if he connected he would whisper into her ear. Words dripping with venom, but also truth. His truth.
“You have to lose.” He would being, the brutal honesty of it lacked all of Ninjin’s arrogance. He truly believed she had to lose. “For the good of the house. You have to lose. Do you honestly think father would rather have you win then I? Do you think he wants to see his favored son lose in the first round of this tournament? To you of all people? It’s time to stop the games sister, and do your duty, the way you always claim to. Let this be the end. Lay down and let it be the end.”
His words were his truth. It was for the good of the house for him to win, for the good of the throne. Having the prince lose would only show weakness in the family, even if it was his sister winning. Ninjin didn’t have much left in him. But this was all if his bear hug connected, if not, he would be left running at his sister in an attempt to grab her. An opening she could and would quite easily exploit.
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Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Jul 12, 2013 12:30:59 GMT -5
Akassa was exhausted, but it was apparent he felt it even more than she. With ease she trips up the Prince as her foot takes his legs out from under him. No sooner had his back hit the floor than she pounces on him. Straddling his waist she was in the perfect position to rain down blows on him. In a steady rhythm her arms lift only to drive her fists down into his head. Although the blows lacked the stength of her true potential, the fight having sapped some of her strength, they were strong enough to force his head from side to side. Despite his little resistance she does not slow, thinking her victory was seconds away. In a horrible position, her brother again proves his resourcefulness.
As her right arm pulls back he makes his move. So close to him and solely focused on beating him unconscious she does not see it coming until blood splatters her face. Letting out a sudden groan of disgust and discomfort as blood fills her vision, more of it running down her face. The Princesses hands reach up to rub the substance from her eyes, giving him the opportunity he needed. Akassa felt his arms grab her before she was tossed from on top of him to land roughly on the floor. With a growl of anger she was relatively quick to rise and turn, but so was Ninjin.
Still partially blinded from his disgusting maneuver she is not able to react in time as his powerful arms wrap around her. Feeling his hands lock together at the center of her back she was smart enough to realize what was coming. Her awareness of what he was doing did not stop the Princess from groaning though as he starts to squeeze. The fact her arms were trapped at her sides most likely saved her ribs from being crushed, but their presence made it no easier to breath. Having worn down her own shoulders some while pounding on him she did not have the strength to break free right away, allowing him the chance to speak to her.
Akassa didn't believe her ears.
Let him win?! LET HIM WIN?! Akassa could not believe what she was hearing. Ninjin, Prince of Saiyans was trying to order her to end the match. If she was able to breathe any better the Princess would have laughed in his face. He claimed it was for the family and her father, but what Saiyan would wish any of their children to give in to their opponent, Prince or no Prince. Growling some she pulls her head back and drives it into his not once, but twice just as he had before. It hurt, but it was enough to get him to let go of her.
As her feet touch the ground she staggers back a step, sucking air into her lungs. After the bear hug and head butts she felt dizzy, her legs shaking some. Through her ragged breathing and hazy vision she forces out words, each one accompanied by a struggling breath.
"Your...words...insult our...family...more than...any...loss...ever could." Akassa could not believe he had said such a thing. Still out of breath she steps forward, her right hand lifting up as Ki gathers in her palm, soon inches from her chest. She needed to win this, would win this for the honor of the Hattori family and she would do it on her own power, not through military rank which in her mind had no say here.
The Ki flickers in her hand as her body pleads with her to stop. Her legs felt week, blood ran more freely from her forehead after delivering her own head butts but she would not stop. Gritting her teeth she forces more Ki into her palm. It wasn't the most devastating attack but it felt like more than enough to end this. If Ninjin was not able to somehow stop her, Akassa felt that finally, she would win.
(Permission given by Ninjin to break free of bewr hug.)
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jul 12, 2013 13:33:20 GMT -5
His arms wrapped around her crushing her, squeezing the life from her. As his large powerful arms constricted around her, tightening every time she breathed out. He whispered his evil words into her ears. He didn’t believe she would listen to them, but he tried it anyway. If she didn’t see the validity in his words, well then she was truly lost wasn’t she?
Her head smashed into his own viciously, blood starting to seep down his head. It was one place he wasn’t bleeding from, but now it too leaked blood like so many other parts of his body. It stung as it dripped into his eyes, and he knew how Akassa felt when he had spit his blood into her eyes. His grip weakened on her midsection as her head once again smashed into his own, deepening the cut on her head and doing likewise with the one on his own. Ninjin stumbled back from his sister, the blood loss weakening him.
His words insulted their family? No. No her actions insulted his family. She should lay down like any loyal soldier would. But of course Akassa was not a loyal solider. She was a rebel. If anything her actions were treasonous. Once this was over, when he was king… well he would devise a fitting punishment for her then. Until then, he would have to beat her the old fashion way… or would he?
Akassa began charging an attack, and it took the crown prince by surprise. How did she still have that much energy? How in the world was that possible. This had to be a last ditch effort on her part, no doubt she was pouring everything she had left into this attack. Ninjin looked down at his hands, he didn’t have anything left in the tank that could match it, he having taken the worse beating. He spat out blood and tried to think. If this hit him… well she would win wouldn’t she? That was not to be allowed.
“You couldn’t just lay down and end it. You’ve forced this. You’ve—FATHER?!?” Ninjin turned and looked into the crowd, his eyes widening. His father had been there the entire time? His voice matched the surprise on his face. His guard dropped and he turned towards the crowd to face his father, bowing at the waist as he did so. His act was so complete, so thorough that those gathered in the crowd that could hear his voice turned as well, searching the area for the Saiyan king. Though his father wasn’t there. It was all a ruse. He was hoping his sister fell for it, and if she did…
He used the last of his energy, bursting towards her using his bukujutsu to speed his flight. Whilst she was turned away he would put the last of his strength into his fist. It would connect with the force of a freight train if his ruse had worked, his fist would catch her in the side of her temple. It was a sneaky tactic, but he was hoping it would pay off. If this worked… well then he would all but assured the victory.
If she didn't fall for his ruse, he would rush her all the same, but the ki she had charged in her hand would spell trouble for the Saiyan prince. This was an all or nothing shot, but he refused to give up, even if he had to use underhanded tactics to win.
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Queen Akassa Hattori
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Queen of the Imperial Saiyan Legion
Long live the Queen.
Posts: 1,151
Base: 209,817
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LSSJ: 4,196,340
Zeni: 1,049
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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
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Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Jul 14, 2013 9:07:32 GMT -5
With her arm extended and shaking Akassa was certain she was about to win. Her head throbbed and her body ached, but it was only pain, pain that would be washed away once she claimed victory over her brother. With her eyes on him she does not miss the look of shock upon his face, the sudden expression revealing that he had no way to counter the coming Ki blast. Grinning weakly she pours the last of her Ki into her palm, the sphere nearing the size of those basketballs that humans so enjoyed playing with. His words did not phase her at first until he says the word Father. Of course she thought it a ruse at first, some sort of trick to get her to hesitate. When he turns away from her though and even bows the Princess realizes that the King must have arrived for Ninjin bowed to no other.
Keeping her hand up she turns her head to the side in order to search the crowd. Others in the arena seem out of sorts as they too looked for the King, a Saiyan that commanded attention above all others and was never hard to pick out of a crowd. Squinting some as frustration mounts when she cannot locate him, wanting so badly to meet his eyes before she blasted Ninjin from the ring. In that moment she knew there would be respect and appreciation in her father’s eyes, for she was about to prove herself. Sadly, the only thing the female was about to prove was that she was a fool, or at least trusted too much in her family.
Just as she was about to look back at Ninjin to say she did not see their father something impacts the side of her head. Stars explode across her vision as his fist connects with her temple, the sudden blow snapping her head to the side as her body soon follows. The Ki she had gather in her hand is released when she loses her concentration, the blast launching off into the air above to eventually be absorbed by the rings barrier. The Princess’ body twists awkwardly in the air before it slams down into the tiled floor. Such was the force of the blow that when she hits the floor she bounces only to slam down onto the tile floor against. Skipping across the arena floor she travels fifty or so yards before finally sliding to a rest on her stomach, closer to the center of the ring now.
As she comes to a stop her silver aura disappears, almost as if someone had hit a switch. On her stomach the Princess groans as she tries to move, her entire body feeling unresponsive. She was still conscious, but struggling to remain that way. After taking the powerful strike to the side of her head she felt nauseous, having to swallow a couple of times to keep the contents of her stomach down. Through the haze and pain there was only one thing she could think of.
No.
Deep down inside she knew that she needed to get up, knew that she was in some sort of fight that she could not afford to lose. That single word rang out in her mind, forcing her to slowly move her body. First her left arm slides up to plant her palm firmly against the floor close to her shoulder. With a soft groan her right arm slides up to mirror the left, both arms shoving against the ground in order to lift her upper body from the floor. Her arms shake with the effort, waves of nausea going through her to the point they overwhelm her and she drops back to her stomach.
No.
Again she starts to rise, getting to the point where her arms are fully extended, her chest and stomach lifted from the tiles. Next her right legs slides in until she can plant her knee firmly beneath her. The left followed so that her two legs could now take a majority of her weight. On all fours Akassa sways some, her labored breathing quite obvious to those watching as she attempts to force herself up. Back down at her base power and with a possible concussion the Princess was not in the best condition to continue, but she needed to continue. If she were to lose after making such a request of her father how could she ever look him in the eye again?
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Emperor Ninjin Hattori
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Emperor of Beta, Leader of PTO
Gloria in excelsis Imperium
Posts: 665
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jul 14, 2013 14:32:37 GMT -5
The future Saiyan king would be hard pressed to find a moment in which he found more elation and joy in his life then when he felt the solid blow of his hand connect with his sister’s temple, all but signifying the end of their bout, and his victory in the tournament. Though his reason for elation was two-fold and neither being what Akassa or anyone in the crowd would expect. Firstly he was elated because it meant that he was going to advance in the tournament, and she was not, that alone was near enough to bring tears of joy to his face, though they didn’t come. Secondly, he was elated because moments ago he was sure he would lose.
When he was starting at his sister, the ball of energy forming in her hand… The Saiyan prince did everything he could to convince himself that he wasn’t about to be defeated by her, that his father would hear of his defeat by his sister… and think what? That he wasn’t worthy of the throne? That he wasn’t worthy of being called his son? With that… would it come treatment like Akassa? Secretly it was his greatest fear. The way he treated Akassa… well that was to keep his mother from treating him the same wasn’t it? Deep down he knew he had taken his mother’s side to stop her from treating him the way she treated her husband’s bastard.
His father though… would he stop loving Ninjin the second he proved unworthy? Would the Saiyan prince even be a consideration anymore to Tsuyo, or would his favor immediately turn to Leke or even Akassa if she bested him?
But that wasn’t going to happen. The relief was almost as strong as the warrior pride that filled him to see her topple to the floor, the prepared ki blast that was stored in the palm of her hand skyrocketed with all of its intended force at an unintended target, and dissipated harmlessly against the barrier. Ninjin held onto his side and began to laugh, the fingers in his hand broken from the impact against her temple. Say one thing about his sister, she knew how to take a hit. Her aura flickered and dissipated like a sun dying out.
No!
Horror filled his eyes as slowly his sister’s body began to move. Inch by agonizing inch her arms seem to lift her as if driven by some force other than herself. His hope peaked again when she fell back to her stomach, seemingly unable to lift herself due to the condition of her body. His own was in no better shape, his upper body nearly entirely soaked with blood, either his own or hers. At least one of his ribs was broken, his jaw dislocated, his fingers on his right hand broken, cuts and gashes made a map work of his chest and back.
No!
She rose again, her determination astonishing and dumbfounding the Saiyan prince, who could but look on in horror. How did she have the inner strength to stand again? Where was this coming from? Hattori blood. That must be it. Truly Hattori blood must swim through the veins of Akassa. Ninjin ground his teeth. He couldn’t keep giving one hundred percent of himself in each of his attack, he had all but spent himself on the sucker punch, and it had clearly paid off. But not enough.
“You should have stayed down.” He growled at her, and suddenly an evil thought came to his mind. He knew how to win this. It was perhaps not honorable but he could think of no other way to win. This was it.
With her on her hands and knees it gave him the perfect opportunity. He began to run forward, not having to go very far to reach his sister’s near-prone form. Like the famous soccer players from Earth he lifted his foot back and aimed a kick for the side of his sister’s head, intending to wail his sister in the side of her head with his shin. He put the last of his strength in it. If it hit it was the end, if his sister had anything left in her she would need to use it now, or be the first in the tournament to fall to Ninjin Hattori.
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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
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Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Jul 14, 2013 22:36:32 GMT -5
Up on all fours Akassa was barely aware of her surroundings. She of course knew she was still in the arena and that Ninjin was her appointment, but the ringing in her ears would not go away. Her arms shook as she held herself up, her muscles straining just to support her own weight. Trying to blink the blurriness from her vision she did not know Ninjin was approaching, she barely even heard his words as he spoke to her, the Princess not quite sure what he had said.
What she did know was that pain exploded on the right side of her face as her jaw and cheekbone are broken, then she knew nothing. As her brother’s shin slams into the side of her face the half-saiyan’s head snaps to the side again, the force of the kick sending her rolling across the ground. As the blow connects and Akassa starts to roll away from him, Ninjin would be able to tell that it was different then when he had hit her with his fist. When he had sucker punched her before her body had bounced across the ground, but this time her body rolls limply across it. Unconscious and with her body no more than dead weight she does not travel far before ending up sprawled out on her back.
The crowd quiets some as her body comes to a stop, wondering if she was again able to rise to her feet. Unfortunately for Akassa Hattori she had nothing left. Her head lists over to the side some, her eyes closed as a small stream of blood begins to run from the corner of her mouth. The blood slowly pools on the tiled floor near her head as an involuntary twitch goes through her body. No movement came from the downed female after that besides the slow rise and fall of her chest, the motion barely noticeable.
No matter their differences or the hurtful words between them the two Hattori siblings had pushed each other and Akassa had proven the weaker. In a fight there was no such thing as a cheap tactic or underhanded technique, even if such a thing was excessive for a match such as this. Had it been real combat, with their lives on the line, Akassa would have paid the ultimate price. Instead, thanks to the rules of the tournament, she would only suffer cuts, broken bones and two consecutive concussions along with the wound that had been inflected upon her pride.
Akassa had done well against the Prince; the damage he had taken was a testament to that. One foolish mistake had cost her the match and the chance to prove herself to the galaxy and her father. Despite all her strength and preparation she had fallen victim to her brother’s tactics, but truthfully the fault did not lie with him. When she was to wake there was of course going to be anger, rage even, but most of it would be directed at the Princess herself. No matter what she might label her brother as Akassa herself could be summed up with one word, unworthy. (Akassa is down for the count, pl please)
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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
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Ally: Aella: 101,126 Brute: 505,630
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jul 14, 2013 23:28:01 GMT -5
Ninjin’s shin cracked as it came in contact with his sister’s skull and the side of her face, her body flopping over and over as it came to a rest finally. That was it. The fight was over. Ninjin immediately fell to his knees. It was more than he could fathom that it was finally over. The last ditch effort, the last thing in Ninjin’s arsenal had paid off. His sister was breathing, but other than that not moving at all, her body having come to a complete stop. Ninjin looked around at the crowd, so many of them chanting his name and cheering for his victory. The prince looked down at his hands, one of them very much broken, unable to believe what had occurred. Had he really won? Was she at long last, after everything they had been through, defeated?
A team of medical officials rushed from their spot at the corner of the ring over to his sister. They had refrained from interfering in the fight but once his sister had stopped moving they felt they should step in. They prepared a stretcher to carry her out on due to her injuries inflicted at his hands. They slid the stretcher under her and carried her away from him. Away from the ring. Away from the tournament. Away from glory. Away from ever besting Ninjin. At that moment Ninjin knew it was truly over. He knew that he had officially won. Knew that no matter what had happened, regardless of what else occurred in the tournament… he had beaten his sister. He had proved the better.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner! NINJIN HATTORI!!!” Came the sound of the arena announcer. Calling out above the roar of everything else.
He fell to his knees amidst the roaring of the crowd. It was all he could hope for, all he had ever asked for. The strength to defeat his sister had been granted to him. He had not failed his family. He had not failed his name. Instead he knelt victorious over his sister, she who was no longer able to move. The crown-prince roared out to the crowd in victory. His absolute victory.
He had proved to himself that he was the superior Hattori, he was the one who deserved the crown, he was the one who deserved it all. There was no taking that away from him now. The crowd was on its feet roaring in approval to him, whether it was for the spectacular match or for his own personal victory who could say, but it was a moment of personal victory nonetheless.
Ninjin tried to regain his feet, but his various injuries prevented him. Still from his knees he roared again, despite the pain, despite the numbness, his elation broke through. His was the victory. Nothing could take that away from him. Nothing. His sister had put up a hell of a fight; their battle would go down in the annals of history as the best fight in the history of the galactic tournament, no matter how long it ran for. Still he had reigned supreme. Still he had proved himself to be the better.
To Ninjin Hattori, both his and his sister had proved themselves, though he much more so. Regardless they had proved themselves as Worthy.
[Pl for me as well please]
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Post by graderr on Jul 15, 2013 21:25:30 GMT -5
Akassa: 8019 Pl awarded Ninjin: 7815 Pl awarded
Great fight you two!
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