Post by Leke Hattori on Jul 6, 2013 10:20:43 GMT -5
Thirty-six fighters remained in the tournament. Gathered in the now-less-densely-populated training room that separated the tournament fighters from the rest of the Coliseum were these remaining warriors. An air of tension surrounded the men, women, boys, girls, and weird alien forms that possibly did not have genders in the near-empty space. Some practiced their punches and kicks, others meditated, and some, like the youngest Hattori prince, merely stood, watching the door, waiting for it to open. Yesterday's fight had got his blood flowing, had unlocked a demon that needed to be satiated with the blood of its enemies. Tough fights awaited the thirteen-year-old Saiyan, but he was more than ready to take on any challenge. Even his brother and sister, who he did not stand next to in the room (for they were on opposite sides of the room brooding, not being able to stand each other). He did not pick sides, though he liked Akassa more, Ninjin inspired him more as a fighter; a warrior.
Leke could only watch with a clenched jaw and fists as the door opened. He was disheartened to know that his name was not called for the first group. Or the next, or the one after. Ten battles had been called and his name still was not given. Akassa and Ninjin both apparently breezed through their own fights, which made Leke doubt the level of competition in this fight. He could barely hold his own against them last time they fought. He believed the three were more even now, though Leke still fell short of them he believed. Strength alone does not win battles, though, he had to remind himself. His Saiyan blood ached to be pumping in his veins, wanting a great match that would challenge him physically and mentally. A match fit for a prince.
Finally, his name was called on the eleventh opening of the door. Leke grinned wickedly and did not even wait to see who else was following him to burst through the door, a spring in his step that usually did not exist. He was excited, something he wasn't used to, but was glad for it. The teenage Saiyan was ready to get this fight underway. He listened not to the rules that he had heard a thousand times; no maiming, mortally wounding, or killing. At this point, if it happened, it happened, though Leke would of course not mean to do any of them. He wanted to win, not kill. He kept enough of his own more peaceful personality to hold back that part. His Saiyan instincts wanted him to rip his opponents limb from limb, but he could settle for just a total victory.
Leke stepped into the ring before the Announcer could stammer out his name, bringing a louder roar from the audience than before. They had seen his talents and wanted more. He had to show his father and everybody that he was not weak anymore by absolutely destroying his next opponent, who stepped onto the ring. This thing - as indeed it was just that, a yellow, four-foot-tall, skinny humanoid alien - snickered at him before tossing off his shirt, revealing a frail body. Leke tutted at the guy. "And against him is Chakkol Spitfire of Shieda!" Small, high-pitched whoops could be heard from a small section in the audience. No doubt that Shieda was a small planet, and Chakkol was it's champion. Leke put a wicked grin on his face, his bred Saiyan personality kicking in. He would dominate this Shiedan and send a message to his people that Saiyans ruled the galaxy.
The announcer neared the centre of the ring as Leke fought an internal battle. He did not want to be such a ruthless bastard like his body wanted him to be. His mind said to be more collected but his body raged against him wanting war. In the end, his more Saiyan side won. "Ready?" the announcer called into the microphone before racing off of the ring. He did not want to get in the way of these two fighters. They looked like they could kill him just by blinking in his general direction. "Let the fight begin!!" he roared into his mic, immediately followed by the roaring applause and cries of the audience. They wanted a fight and they knew they would get one.
The tiny yellow alien disappeared in a brilliant light, forcing Leke to cover his eyes. Momentarily stunned and open to be attacked, Leke could not help but just try to block as many of the ensuing jabs and kicks this runt sent his way. His armour helped take the edge off of the more serious hits, but his torso still took a beating. Leke managed to shrug off the guy and regain his vision after a short bout, sticking up his hands as if he was a boxer. His fists balled but not clenched and light on his feet, Leke danced around the ring with the Shiedan. Chakkol tried to use his light tricks again after unsuccessful jabs, but Leke, because his hands were at the ready, shielded his eyes from the light and smashed a knee into the assaulting Shiedan's stomach. The youngest Saiyan prince then proceeded to beat on the yellow runt before pulling away.
This fight would be over soon, Leke thought to himself. This yellow pip-squeek relies on his light tricks to get an advantage. He wouldn't fall for the same trick twice. In a physical brawl, Leke believed he had the advantage, so he pressed forward on Chakkol. Amazingly, the runt used his speed and quickness to get out of the way of the serious blows and parry the small jabs. His feet flew up and repeatedly struck the Hattori son in the sides several times in the midst of the brawl. Leke, trying to push him towards the edge, only found himself somehow on the wrong side of the ring as the runt flipped around him. Only five feet lay behind him, he quickly noticed, so he readied himself for a potential close combat brawl.
Chakkol brought it to him. The quick jabs and kicks that he had used before were gone; his speed now only increased the force of his attacks instead of making them faster. These Leke could block, but they slowly edged him close to the ring. He couldn't afford to take many of the hits, even if he was doling out a few of his own. The Saiyan eventually came to the point where enough was enough. A single inch lay between his boot and the edge of the ring. The Shiedan swung at him with his entire body into the attack. Leke ascended to his true power to gain the speed necessary to sidestep the attack; a right backhand following the hit to knock the Spitfire Shiedan into the air outside of the ring. An audible gasp could be heard from the stands; would this be an easy ring out?
Thinking quickly as he fell to the ground, Chakkol released a large amount of energy that turned into light, blinding nearly everybody and every camera in the stadium. Leke yelled as he completely lost vision. He trotted backwards, not knowing if Chakkol had fallen, or if he was planning a sneak attack on him. His senses were going berserk, the others working overtime to compensate for the lack of sight. His Saiyan side roared for a fight, but somehow, in all of the chaos that had just occurred, his more sensible side won out, if only for a bit. Leke, thinking now, reached out with his mind to sense the ki of this Shiedan. He was alarmed to find that it was now just feet in front of him and closing. He threw up his arms to block a haymaker that could have sent him to the ground, his knees rising to block some kicks.
Fighting blind much like he had done with the guards back at the palace, Leke somehow kept up with Chakkol. His empowered state made up for the lack of sight and let him keep a good pace in this fight. Chakkol Spitfire's attacks were beginning to deplete in strength, Leke finally noticed after several minutes of sightless brawling, so he took his advantage and swept the legs out from under the Shiedan on a whim. Grinning as he felt the yellow runt's legs give way, he jumped on top of the blinding bastard in a Saiyan fury that could not be tamed and proceeded to send a relentless barrage of punches that were not held in check at all.
Midway through, Leke found that his vision had returned. Opening his eyes while still beating up on the Shiedan, he could see the devastation he was causing. Blue blood flowed from many gashes on Chakkol's face. The midget's efforts to get the Prince off of him were futile. A pissed-off Saiyan could not be stopped. Bells rang, signalling the end of the fight, the announcer calling it simply to save poor Chakkol Spitfire's life, but still the empowered punches slammed repeatedly into the face of the runt who dared challenge the Prince.
Leke huffed and roared as several bouncers tried to pull him off of the Shiedan. Slowly, his Saiyan side died down as his sensible side fought to regain control, knowing the fight was over. He had won... But at what cost, he began to think. Was he starting to become Ninjin? He did not want that. The Prince stopped the previous unceasing beating and shrugged off the arms of the bouncers. They couldn't do anything to him if they tried anyways. He faked them out, sending them retreating, leaving just the unconscious Chakkol, the victorious Leke, and the scared-as-piss announcer left in the ring.
The announcer's legs wobbled in fear as he approached the warrior with apparently ungodly strength. He did not know if Leke would turn his rage upon him as he neared, but he had to do his duty. He gulped, and gingerly raised the now-standing victor's arm into the sky. Leke obliged and let the announcer declare, "We have a winner! Leke Hattori!!" the crowd erupted in victory, apparently their vision had returned as well. The announcer looked at Leke and said to him, only the two of them being able to hear because of the noise of the stadium, "I don't know what the H.F.I.L. happened in the middle, but good fight. I look forward to seeing more of you in the tournament." Leke smiled and jumped off of the ring before looking at the stands, more specifically at his father. He had shown him everything his father needed to see from him thus far. The King would see even his youngest was not weak. These were his last thoughts before re-entering the training room.
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Leke could only watch with a clenched jaw and fists as the door opened. He was disheartened to know that his name was not called for the first group. Or the next, or the one after. Ten battles had been called and his name still was not given. Akassa and Ninjin both apparently breezed through their own fights, which made Leke doubt the level of competition in this fight. He could barely hold his own against them last time they fought. He believed the three were more even now, though Leke still fell short of them he believed. Strength alone does not win battles, though, he had to remind himself. His Saiyan blood ached to be pumping in his veins, wanting a great match that would challenge him physically and mentally. A match fit for a prince.
Finally, his name was called on the eleventh opening of the door. Leke grinned wickedly and did not even wait to see who else was following him to burst through the door, a spring in his step that usually did not exist. He was excited, something he wasn't used to, but was glad for it. The teenage Saiyan was ready to get this fight underway. He listened not to the rules that he had heard a thousand times; no maiming, mortally wounding, or killing. At this point, if it happened, it happened, though Leke would of course not mean to do any of them. He wanted to win, not kill. He kept enough of his own more peaceful personality to hold back that part. His Saiyan instincts wanted him to rip his opponents limb from limb, but he could settle for just a total victory.
Leke stepped into the ring before the Announcer could stammer out his name, bringing a louder roar from the audience than before. They had seen his talents and wanted more. He had to show his father and everybody that he was not weak anymore by absolutely destroying his next opponent, who stepped onto the ring. This thing - as indeed it was just that, a yellow, four-foot-tall, skinny humanoid alien - snickered at him before tossing off his shirt, revealing a frail body. Leke tutted at the guy. "And against him is Chakkol Spitfire of Shieda!" Small, high-pitched whoops could be heard from a small section in the audience. No doubt that Shieda was a small planet, and Chakkol was it's champion. Leke put a wicked grin on his face, his bred Saiyan personality kicking in. He would dominate this Shiedan and send a message to his people that Saiyans ruled the galaxy.
The announcer neared the centre of the ring as Leke fought an internal battle. He did not want to be such a ruthless bastard like his body wanted him to be. His mind said to be more collected but his body raged against him wanting war. In the end, his more Saiyan side won. "Ready?" the announcer called into the microphone before racing off of the ring. He did not want to get in the way of these two fighters. They looked like they could kill him just by blinking in his general direction. "Let the fight begin!!" he roared into his mic, immediately followed by the roaring applause and cries of the audience. They wanted a fight and they knew they would get one.
The tiny yellow alien disappeared in a brilliant light, forcing Leke to cover his eyes. Momentarily stunned and open to be attacked, Leke could not help but just try to block as many of the ensuing jabs and kicks this runt sent his way. His armour helped take the edge off of the more serious hits, but his torso still took a beating. Leke managed to shrug off the guy and regain his vision after a short bout, sticking up his hands as if he was a boxer. His fists balled but not clenched and light on his feet, Leke danced around the ring with the Shiedan. Chakkol tried to use his light tricks again after unsuccessful jabs, but Leke, because his hands were at the ready, shielded his eyes from the light and smashed a knee into the assaulting Shiedan's stomach. The youngest Saiyan prince then proceeded to beat on the yellow runt before pulling away.
This fight would be over soon, Leke thought to himself. This yellow pip-squeek relies on his light tricks to get an advantage. He wouldn't fall for the same trick twice. In a physical brawl, Leke believed he had the advantage, so he pressed forward on Chakkol. Amazingly, the runt used his speed and quickness to get out of the way of the serious blows and parry the small jabs. His feet flew up and repeatedly struck the Hattori son in the sides several times in the midst of the brawl. Leke, trying to push him towards the edge, only found himself somehow on the wrong side of the ring as the runt flipped around him. Only five feet lay behind him, he quickly noticed, so he readied himself for a potential close combat brawl.
Chakkol brought it to him. The quick jabs and kicks that he had used before were gone; his speed now only increased the force of his attacks instead of making them faster. These Leke could block, but they slowly edged him close to the ring. He couldn't afford to take many of the hits, even if he was doling out a few of his own. The Saiyan eventually came to the point where enough was enough. A single inch lay between his boot and the edge of the ring. The Shiedan swung at him with his entire body into the attack. Leke ascended to his true power to gain the speed necessary to sidestep the attack; a right backhand following the hit to knock the Spitfire Shiedan into the air outside of the ring. An audible gasp could be heard from the stands; would this be an easy ring out?
Thinking quickly as he fell to the ground, Chakkol released a large amount of energy that turned into light, blinding nearly everybody and every camera in the stadium. Leke yelled as he completely lost vision. He trotted backwards, not knowing if Chakkol had fallen, or if he was planning a sneak attack on him. His senses were going berserk, the others working overtime to compensate for the lack of sight. His Saiyan side roared for a fight, but somehow, in all of the chaos that had just occurred, his more sensible side won out, if only for a bit. Leke, thinking now, reached out with his mind to sense the ki of this Shiedan. He was alarmed to find that it was now just feet in front of him and closing. He threw up his arms to block a haymaker that could have sent him to the ground, his knees rising to block some kicks.
Fighting blind much like he had done with the guards back at the palace, Leke somehow kept up with Chakkol. His empowered state made up for the lack of sight and let him keep a good pace in this fight. Chakkol Spitfire's attacks were beginning to deplete in strength, Leke finally noticed after several minutes of sightless brawling, so he took his advantage and swept the legs out from under the Shiedan on a whim. Grinning as he felt the yellow runt's legs give way, he jumped on top of the blinding bastard in a Saiyan fury that could not be tamed and proceeded to send a relentless barrage of punches that were not held in check at all.
Midway through, Leke found that his vision had returned. Opening his eyes while still beating up on the Shiedan, he could see the devastation he was causing. Blue blood flowed from many gashes on Chakkol's face. The midget's efforts to get the Prince off of him were futile. A pissed-off Saiyan could not be stopped. Bells rang, signalling the end of the fight, the announcer calling it simply to save poor Chakkol Spitfire's life, but still the empowered punches slammed repeatedly into the face of the runt who dared challenge the Prince.
Leke huffed and roared as several bouncers tried to pull him off of the Shiedan. Slowly, his Saiyan side died down as his sensible side fought to regain control, knowing the fight was over. He had won... But at what cost, he began to think. Was he starting to become Ninjin? He did not want that. The Prince stopped the previous unceasing beating and shrugged off the arms of the bouncers. They couldn't do anything to him if they tried anyways. He faked them out, sending them retreating, leaving just the unconscious Chakkol, the victorious Leke, and the scared-as-piss announcer left in the ring.
The announcer's legs wobbled in fear as he approached the warrior with apparently ungodly strength. He did not know if Leke would turn his rage upon him as he neared, but he had to do his duty. He gulped, and gingerly raised the now-standing victor's arm into the sky. Leke obliged and let the announcer declare, "We have a winner! Leke Hattori!!" the crowd erupted in victory, apparently their vision had returned as well. The announcer looked at Leke and said to him, only the two of them being able to hear because of the noise of the stadium, "I don't know what the H.F.I.L. happened in the middle, but good fight. I look forward to seeing more of you in the tournament." Leke smiled and jumped off of the ring before looking at the stands, more specifically at his father. He had shown him everything his father needed to see from him thus far. The King would see even his youngest was not weak. These were his last thoughts before re-entering the training room.
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