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Post by Prometheus Zex on Jul 15, 2013 21:30:11 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. PL Lock - Zeke: PL: 10,101 Overdrive: 30,303 Ninjin Hattori: Pl: 18,713 True Power: 37,426 Oozaru: 93,565 (All you need to is enter the fighting area and begin your match.)
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jul 17, 2013 17:59:25 GMT -5
Ninjin stumbled into the medical room, blood leaking from cuts on his chest, back, mouth, arms and legs. He had won his match, but this didn’t feel like any victory he had ever experienced before. He felt broken. Those gathered in the room looked at him in horror, a bloodied prince clutching at his side with broken hand, wounded jaw and bloodied body. They rushed him and supported his weight on their bodies; they helped him keep his footing, but struggled against his sudden dead weight. Ninjin’s head lolled and his eyes rolled around the room, unseeing and unfocused.
“For the love of the kais put him in one of the tanks” He heard one of them say, but it sounded far away and muffled, as if they were saying it through a wall of cotton swabs. He felt them move him, but it was as if he was floating.
“I can’t believe they allowed a fight to get this far.” Another voice said, but it was even further from the first. Was this what it felt like to die? It was almost peaceful, he felt no more pain. And then suddenly everything was cold. He felt the gel in one of the healing tanks wash over him, filling his every orifice and stinging him back into consciousness as it filled the many cuts and gashes that made a canvas of him.
Where was his father? Was he proud of his actions in the tournament? He had won. He had defeated Akassa and proven himself worthy of his love and attention. That was what father had wanted when he sent him to the tournament right? This was his purpose. The pain returned when his body began to heal, and he screamed, bubbles filling the area around his mouth. The medics gathered looked at the tube in horror.
“He’s alive? I didn’t think he was going to make it.” The voice sounded closer, clearer than before, but his body was still on fire. It actually sounded surprised. Just how close to death had he been? What state was Akassa in? Did he… was she…? Dead? His ribs were still on fire, how long did this tank take to heal broken bones? His jaw was still in pain, but a dull pain rather than a burning sharp pain, and his hand seemed to have heal completely.
“He should be healed by now. What’s going on?” He heard one of the medics say. What was going on? The tank, what was wrong with it? They gathered around, searching it for malfunctions or at the very least that’s what he assumed was happening.
“He’s got a match coming soon. Is he going to be able to fight in his condition?” one of them looked up into the tube at Ninjin, his face looking very concerned. “That scarring isn’t supposed to occur.” This one must be the head medic, the prince thought. “Was anyone else allowed into this room?” His tone took on a very serious nature. The other two shook their heads as if their lives depended on it.
Ninjin’s tank opened with a hiss, his muscular form falling out to be caught by the medics. He was still weak. He lifted his head to look into the eyes of the head medic.
“How soon is my match?” He asked his voice barely above a whisper. The medic lifted his arm to look at his watch. His face turned grim and he shook his head as he sighed, his hand coming up to wipe the sweat from his eyes.
“Now. You’re in no condition to fight, the vast majority of your cuts have been healed, but your jaw still isn’t one hundred percent and your ribs haven’t healed at all. I’m afraid you’ll have to forfeit.”
Ninjin’s hand reached out to catch the medic around the neck, the prince standing on his own power lifted him high in the air.
“The Crown-prince doesn’t surrender. Ever.” He threw the man to the side and made his way to the door, his ribs were on fire, his jaw ached. But it mattered not, he would fight. He heard his name called even in the depths of the building that housed the medical chamber. The reaction from the crowd was a mixture of glorious cheers and unbelieving hushed whispers. They had bared witness to the brutal and bloody conflict that had just occurred. How was the prince supposed to fight again?
Still he appeared down the tunnel, a proud warrior hiding all traces of injury save the many scars that now appeared on his body, and the black and blue marks tracing his jawline. He was to fight a man named Zeke. He knew not of this man, but had to assume that if he had made it this far in the competition he had some strength and skill to him.
He raised both arms in the air and roared for the glory of New Vegeta. Those that had before ushered only unbelieving whispers now instead roared cheers of approval. Any match involving the Prince of New Vegeta was going to be a match they wanted to watch. The prince fell into a fighting stance, his clothes still ripped from his match with Akassa, his chest bare and covered with the scars of the fight before. He was ready for whatever came next. He would fight like a Saiyan, regardless of his injuries.
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Jul 17, 2013 21:11:43 GMT -5
Kazu spent what felt like forever looking for Zeke, finally managing to stumble into the medical area. He was looking for the roof access; if he knew Zeke, he would be up there where it was quiet. He wished he could sense energy. He entered a private room and walked past the chamber in use. He stopped and walked backward, looking in... at the Saiyan Prince himself.
He chuckled. “He’s alive? I didn't think he was going to make it.”
That got their attention. He forgot that guards would be around, and took running through the halls until he cut a corner and went through a door. The stairs went up... the roof access. Finally!
Sure enough, Zeke was up there with a black hazy Ki surrounding him. Kazu approached him.
"Dude, your like... pissed off about something. Whats up?"
Zeke didn't move other than when he spoke. "That so called 'Prince' down there... the way he would use such tactics against his own sister. She told me he was harsh, but..."
Kazu was confused. "You've met her? And you didn't even get her number!?"
Zeke turned and shook his head. "This is not the time. I'm angry at the fact that the man you seen in that ring is your future king. Someone like that who could treat his own sister like less than an animal in a fight... in front of hundreds of people..."
Zeke forced himself to calm down, letting out a sigh as he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "...also, I was really pulling for the Princess. She was fighting for a much better purpose. And now she was beaten in the first round?" Zeke raised his head and started to walk on to the steps, past Kazu who tagged along.
I can not allow that. He took away her one chance at gaining her equality as a daughter of the King... and now he will feel what it's like to fall to a 'lesser' Saiyan."
Kazu scratchrd his head. "Dude, I have noooo idea what the hell you're on about. I'm stopping at the snack stand, want anything?"
They entered the area of combatants, walking past the area leading to the food curt. "No Kazu, I don't..." He sighed again. Kazu was just trying to calm him down. "...a can of soda. Cola."
Kazu nodded and left. Zeke didn't wait for him, he just wanted to let him go without being such an asshole about it. He could already hear the crowd in an uproar, and walked out to the stands to see Ninjin Hattori raise his arms at the sound of his name and release a roar of confidence.
"And his opponent, besting Kayjin in the prelims... they call him The Angel of Death, Zeke Necross!" Zeke had requested his shortened name instead of Ezekiel. But they stated his last name wrong? Bastards. The crowd still erupted in a surprising volume equal to that of the Prince. Zeke was surprised at this... but it helped. The prince would see that the people seen the two as equal as they walked into this fight.
The attention was on the adjacent tunnel, but Zeke hadn't walked out yet. Before the announcer could ask where he was, Zeke blasted out of the stands and slammed down into his section of the ring with a black shadowy haze. He stood up, unsnapping his coat and letting it fall to the ground. His sword he also detached, dropping it behind him on top of the coat. He had made sure that the custom lock he had installed on the scabbard was holding the blade in place in case Ninjin or anyone else got wise and tried to use it against him. Best part was, it looked like part of the weapon's design.
He just wore his boots, gloves, jeans and his sleeveless black zippered shirt that he had halfway down. Not a single scar was apparent on his body. Surprising, but he didn't seem to scar easy. He wondered if Ninjin would finally give him one that wouldn't fade in a few days.
He took no stance, exactly like when he fought Akassa. Their speed and maneuverability as far to great to be reinforced with a stance, unless at a weighted or lower power level. Gravity, possibly. It didn't matter anyway, a simple stance to the side was comfortable for him. Able to block with his right, swing in hard with his dominant left. Step to the sides, or in his stance, front to back, quite quickly.
Maybe he did have a stance after all? He'd ask Kazu after, when he drank that Soda. Win or loose, it was going to taste pretty damn good after what this Ninjin was going to put him through. Zeke was still angry with him for his actions. Yet a small smirk came across his face... an equal opponent... a reason to fight... and the best part.
Ninjin had no idea what Zeke was capable of.
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jul 18, 2013 13:20:28 GMT -5
If it could be said Ninjin didn’t know what to expect from Zeke, the reverse was also true. Scanning the form that had entered the ring in front of him, and to a surprising amount of cheers, the crown-prince had to stifle a laugh. With his advanced ki sensing he knew how much lower the figure in black’s power was compared to him. Akassa and he had been even when they started their fight… This second round was going to be over before it even started. How delicious that Ninjin should get such an easy match. He truly was going to go all the way and win this tournament. Ninjin failed as his attempt to stifle a laugh and it burst forth from him, a pain shooting up his side from his injured ribs but he continued laughing all the same.
“Please tell me there’s more to you than just this. Please tell me you have some sort of way of increasing your power-level.” He called over to his opponent. Unlike with Akassa he had no prior motivation to this fight, only to win the tournament. He had no desire to beat this man as brutally as he did with his sister, but he would if he had to. Unlike that fight, this one wouldn’t inflict any serious injury on him. He doubted if the man in front of him could. The creature in front of him, he looked like a Saiyan but who knew what he was? Regardless he couldn’t match the prince’s power, indeed he was barely above half of Ninjin’s strength.
“Oh well, let’s do this.” Ninjin announced shrugging to his opponent, and using his bukujutsu sprang into action. He raced through the space between them, his style that of an all-out brawler. He aimed a wicked punch to the mid-section of the man in black and spun backwards attempting to back fist another into his jaw. Ninjin would be impressed if the man was somehow able to dodge or block them, unless there was more to him than he had shown the crown-prince.
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Jul 19, 2013 21:02:30 GMT -5
Zeke was prepared to take on the oldest prince. The man would be surprised with Zeke's powers likely, and the fact that Zeke was left handed meant that would be the main side of his body his attacks would come from. Ninjin would likely assume it from the right. Not a big deal really, but every small factor could make a big difference.
Zeke was not aware of Ninjin's injuries. They would become apparent after a while if Zeke hit him in the right place. And Zeke had seen Ninjin fight. Ninjin never seen Zeke in action at all. Zeke was beginning to think the fight may be in his favor, but he knew enough to go in prepared for a surprise.
There was no surprise with Ninjin charging him head on. With most Saiyans, it was that, a huge Ki blast, or a slur of screaming insults straight off the bat. Sometimes they powered up or pulled a weapon, but not as often. Ninjin picked Zeke's first assumption.
"Please." He muttered.
He defended, taking the hit hard. Ninjin did surprise Zeke with his speed and strength though, he hit Zeke hard enough to still deliver some damage to his arms. Zeke had to move. He kicked himself back in time to avoid the strike to his jaw. The attack wouldn't have had much for range, but it was lightning fast. But he now had his back to Zeke, and he dashed back towards him, aiming to throw a fully drawn punch into the back, or side of the man's head, depending on how he was facing. If he turned around, it could hit him in the face.
If that connected, Zeke may have a moment to step up beside the prince and grab ahold of him for a hip toss into the ground, unless he recovered quickly. If Zeke succeed and could keep a grip on his arm, he could give it enough pressure to break it, but the man's strength would most likely be enough to overpower him unless Zeke got really lucky.
[[ I tend to post multiple actions in a post. You can allow as many of these as you with, and stop the attacks at any point in my writing, it don't have to be at the end. Hell, dodge first strike, idc xD ]]
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jul 19, 2013 23:59:36 GMT -5
“Not bad” The words left the Saiyan prince’s lips as the Saiyan, or Saiyan look alike, blocked his blow. Though Ninjin could still feel the impact of the hit shaking his opponents arms, sure that he felt the blow more than he had let on. The man in black quickly kicked out, using his momentum to carry him just out of reach of the prince’s next thrown blow, one that might have ended the fight right there. This guy clearly knew how to fight, or at least how to pretend like he knew how, a thought that amused Ninjin.
The man in black was behind him, but Ninjin didn’t care. He could stare at the prince’s back all day if he liked, he still didn’t have the power to defeat him. Ninjin turned back to face the man and his fist collided with the prince’s face. It moved barely an inch, though pain still shot through Ninjin’s jaw, the perfect place for his opponent to target besides his ribs, though simply poking Ninjin’s jaw at this point would hurt, it said nothing of the man’s punch. He just didn’t have the strength to hurt the crown prince.
“Is that all you’ve got?” The prince said tauntingly at his opponent. After his short and bloody and brutal conquest of Akassa he was rather enjoying an opponent who wasn’t his equal, one with whom he could toy. The figure grabbed onto his arm and attempted to throw him, but Ninjin was rooted to where he was standing.
“My turn” The Saiyan prince said with a smile. He pulled his arm back, hoping to bring the man in black with him, and aimed a punch at the man’s ribs once more. If it connected he would simply throw the man backwards and up into the air. He was having fun playing with the Saiyan, but something tugged at the back of his mind telling him that he shouldn’t underestimate an opponent who had gotten this far in the tournament.
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Jul 20, 2013 21:39:56 GMT -5
The blow he delivered did not have the desired effect at all. Zeke realized quickly that he was dealing with a warrior that was far stronger than himself... punches and kicks weren't going to have much effect on this one.
He was launched into the air from the attack, spinning into a levitation where he took a moment to focus on his enemy. Zeke was just floating there without any apparent Ki holding him in place... his Telekinesis was quite deceiving to those who could sense energy, especially machines. To them, he was floating there with no power to hold him. Another Psyche would likely sense it easy though.
Zeke had to hit him with something hard. He turned to the side and held out a hand as if he was going to fire a Ki blast, but the black smokey energy wouldn't appear in his hand, but on a large area of ground below Ninjin's feet. Zeke would then tear the very ground from under him and up into the air like it was being ripped apart by a tornado.
The dust should distract Ninjin for a moment as Zeke compressed the dirt and stone together into a large dense mass of matter about the size of a pickup truck before he would telekinetic launch it down at the man with the aid of gravity and his own full power.
The large stone mass would be much heavier than it appeared and was moving fast. How would Ninjin handle it?
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jul 22, 2013 17:48:15 GMT -5
That was more like it. The prince had succeeded in throwing his opponent in the air, only to have him stop suddenly as if caught by a giant invisible net. How was he flying… he was stopped but there was no obvious ki expenditure... Somehow the Saiyan opposite him was flying, but without using any ki to do so. It interested the crown prince for less than a second, suddenly the ground under him was ripped away and he was launched into the air, though the chunks of ground hit him and the dust clouded his eyes it was more of an annoyance than anything harming.
Above him he heard a noise like a oncoming missile, and looked up to a see a meteoric rock slamming through the air towards him. Ninjin smiled and roared a challenge at the block, flying through the air to meet it head on. As he did so he would activate his true power. He would collide through the block, only feeling any pain for a moment as a piece smacked into his already broken ribs. When he emerged on the other side his opponent would see his true power, and no doubt be humbled.
“Stop wasting my time.” Moving faster than most of the audience member’s eyes could follow Ninjin would launch himself at his opponent, though he was a showy showoffish type he was mostly straightforward when it came to his combat style. He would throw a punch to the man’s stomach, if the move connected he would move quickly behind him and above him kicking down with both legs on the man’s back. Ninjin was at his full power, it would be interesting to see how his opponent reacted to the sudden massive power change.
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Jul 24, 2013 18:08:27 GMT -5
It seemed Ninjin had no problems with the last attack. That was Zeke's final test, he knew now that the man was truly stronger. Then the man rocketed towards him with increased speed from before... he hadn't even been at his full power.
Zeke was doomed.
There was no way even at the average x2 power that Zeke could match the Saiyan Prince. That, however, would likely be the conclusion drawn by the audience. But Zeke himself... he smiled. He grinned as his power rose...
As Ninjin closed in, the man would see a rapid change in Zeke as he came closer; His eyes would change to a bright green as his eye sockets darkened some, his black smokey energy would appear, and his shadow-like wings of energy would appear from his back to give him full control over his flight. Best part was... his power boosted by x3, 50% more than average.
At his full power, the once super-speed Ninjin appeared to now be moving at normal speed. Ninjin expected his punch to land with little way of Zeke preventing it. But now Zeke had the power to protect himself, and charged some Ki in his left hand. It would likely be less noticeable than the right hand to someone who hadn't fought a southpaw before. Moving sideways (to Ninjin's left) at the right moment caused the punch to completely miss its mark as Zeke would try to aim a knee to the gut of the Saiyan Prince in return for his failed attempt.
"Consider your time... no longer wasted." Zeke said in a sinister tone.
He would then raise his hand up slightly and fire the bright green Ki into Ninjin's side, likely hitting the ribs or the kidneys among any other areas he could blast in that one shot, unless the Prince avoided it or countered beforehand. In that case, Zeke would attempt to hold onto the Ki for his next attack.
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jul 31, 2013 10:57:25 GMT -5
The saiyan prince was more than surprised when Zeke sidestepped his punch. suddenly the man in black was much closer to his own power, though the prince could still tell he was stronger it no longer mattered, they were too close in power. A knee found its way into his stomach and the air left him like a jet taking off. He gasped but didn’t have time to react to the next blow, a ki blast right to the side of his ribs, the area that had been broken and unhealed in the previous match.
The prince was flown backward blood fountaining out of his mouth and nose, tumbling along the ground and coming to a stop in a smoking heap. His body was on fire. How had he thought he would be able to compete with broken ribs? His head swam as he tried to regain his footing, bringing himself up to his hands and knees, the fire within him more one of pain than of fury.
But he was not totally spent yet. On his hands and knees he concentrated, filling both of his hands with ki. He was ready to launch the blasts at Zeke as soon as he came close. He put everything into those small glowing balls forming in his hands.
“Nice… shot.” the prince barely got out, his body in no state to talk, only do one thing. Charge Zeke’s end.
[Charge=1]
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Jul 31, 2013 22:40:39 GMT -5
The prince took more damage than Zeke had expected it seems. Was he injured? If so, Zeke had a devious plan in mind, something that could further push and even torture the young Saiyan pureblood even more.
It seemed that the man still had plenty of fight in him though. Zeke seen him charging energy, and quickly began to do the same. Black smoky Ki drew in around his whole body as Zeke threw a hand out to draw his sword into his right hand. Flicking the lock off, he took the handle in his left hand and continued gathering energy for his counter attack...
Ninjin was soon to meet Hell's End.
[[Charge 1]]
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Aug 5, 2013 22:24:04 GMT -5
Ninjin sprang to his feet despite his entire body protesting otherwise. Blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, his lungs screamed in defiance and outrage that he would dare attempt to do anything other than lay down and die. Zeke Necross may have been a talented fighter, but it was the injuries inflicted by the hands of his sister Akassa that had the prince against the ropes. Why hadn’t the healing chamber worked?
It didn’t matter. This spar was about to end. Ninjin thrust his arms forewards, intense white light firing from his palms towards the figure in front of him now cloaked in whispy shadows. It was an average ki blast, but he had put the rest of his energy in it. If this didn’t work, Ninjin’s injuries were too severe to overcome. Darkness danced at the corners of his vision.
Was his father here? Was he watching proudly down upon the crown-prince, or was he ashamed that his son was letting a nobody make him look like a fool? Had he seen the match with Akassa? Was he proud of that? His thoughts were hammering in his brain making it even hard to focus. The pain in his side caused him to cut his beams short. He had hoped his attack worked. If not, this was the end of his tournament career.
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Aug 6, 2013 2:43:05 GMT -5
He couldn't help but to look around him as he charged up. His hair whipped around his eyes as he scanned for the other Hattori's in the stands. Could he really just cut down the eldest Prince, next in line, in the first round? Was that even right?
But was it right how he treated his own sister? Zeke wondered. He looked over at the prince. Beaten, bruised, but still fighting. He was, as sure as hell, an asshole. But a true Saiyan Warrior as well.
Zeke knew what he had to do.
The beam fired off from Ninjin's joined hands and Zeke commenced his attack. He blasted upwards with most of his energy as it fired, watching the beam rip under him as he flipped upside down above the scene. He drew out Muramasa, taking the thirsty blade in both hands as he flipped back around and turned in the same direction as the Prince below, and dropped down at high speed with the energy he had left.
If he were successful, He would drive the blade clean through the prince. He knew where to avoid vital organs, especially the heart. But the prince could move and mess up his aim, or avoid it completely even by a hair. But an impact would be like metallic thunder with the blinding flash as the area around them would crush down, sending debris in all directions.
Zeke pictured it before he made his final decent.
"Hell's... End."
He came down with all the energy he had left from the charge. But could he hit his mark, or would the prince be able to evade him? Zeke didn't underestimate the skill of this Saiyan Warrior.
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Post by graderr on Aug 6, 2013 21:57:32 GMT -5
Ninjin: 2742 pl Zeke: 2706 pl
Winner: Ninjin
staff read through the fight and we appreciate you guys trying to get the fight finished in time you were not able to and we needed to decide on which fighter seemed like they would be the winner. The two of you can have 2 more posts each that will be graded to finish the fight.
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Aug 7, 2013 21:29:03 GMT -5
The crown prince of New Vegeta watched with mouth agape as the man in black leapt over his last ounce of energy as if it had been nothing at all. With that his hopes sank and a feeling unfamiliar to the prince set itself in his heart. Doubt. Self-doubt. He had been so sure stepping into the ring that he would once again be the victor, standing over a beaten and bloodied body like he had with his sister. But this stranger. He was different. Was it really because of his injuries that he lost? Or was the figure in black really just a better fighter?
With a thud his legs collapsed out from under him, sitting on his legs. His muscles bounced from the impact. Blood and sweat ran off of his long dark locks and into his eyes, burning them. The pain from that wasn’t even noticeable to the prince though, his ribs were on fire and every labored breath was a struggle in itself. The Ki blast to his torso had burnt him badly, his body now as bad on the outside as it was on the inside. The roar of the crowd became a distant ringing, the blood pounding through his veins and the staggered breaths leaving his body the only things clearly audible to him now. He looked up and at the crowd, but they were ravenous beasts only wanting bloodshed. He saw them as if through a wall of water, images blurred and undefined.
The prince didn’t notice his opponent until he was right on top of them, and even then only saw him vaguely. A massive pain shot through his shoulder and into his gut as a sword, though he didn’t know it at the time, was driven into him. He hurt the distinctive sound of metal hitting tile as the point stabbed into the ground beneath him. Then a sound hit his ears, a gigantic metallic crash as if his innards had been electronics and metals instead of flesh and blood. A flash of blinding light filled his vision, but again it was seen through blurry eyes, dulled and with black around the edges. A shockwave shot dust and debris in all directions around him, but Ninjin was rooted to the spot by the very sword causing the destruction.
The crowd had gasped deeply when the blade made its mark. There had been no such acts before in the tournament, yes people had been stabbed and cut with knives, but this… this was impalement. They would not be out of their minds to believe that they had just witnessed the death of the crown prince of New Vegeta, of the Saiyans, in front of their very eyes. After the fact the arena was deathly quiet. No one dared move. Perhaps some thinking that if they did nothing, it hadn’t happened.
His body had put up no resistance as the wedge of metal had forced its way between his shoulder and neck. Unbeknownst to Ninjin, Zeke knew exactly what he was doing, and aside from tearing muscle and some veins, Zeke had done no damage to any vital organs or arteries. He would live from the attack. Ninjin fought with every ounce of his energy to cling to his concousness, but it was fading. He would not lose here. He could not lose here. But he was going to. It was as evident as the sword sticking out of his body. Ninjin tried to move. Tried to wiggle any part of his body but found he was unable. Was this what dying felt like? He thought he had been close during his fight with Akassa but that… that was nothing compared to this. He craned his head to try and look at the sword sticking from his shoulder, but found that that too was unable to move. His already labored breathing was almost nonexistent. Warm liquid ran down his torso, and he realized it was blood. The shock had set in.
He looked up at Zeke, his eyes those of one who knows they’re dying. Terrified. His eyes begged with Zeke. Never before had Ninjin Hattori felt so humbled. So low. So… expendable. If Zeke chose to right now he could kill the prince, even if he didn’t Ninjin believed he was dying. The prince motioned with his head to try and get Zeke to come closer. If he did, Ninjin would whisper the following into his ear, his voice as weak as one in their final moments.
“T…T… Tell… Tell Akassa… I’m… I’m… I’m… s… s…” but his mouth stopped producing sounds. His mouth still moved but there was no more sounds coming from them. Whatever he was about to say would never be heard by Zeke Necross’s ears.
But there was hope. For he still clung to consciousness. Despite all odds, Ninjin Hattori sat sword impaled through him, never once losing consciousness. The fight would not leave him.
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