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Post by Prometheus Zex on Aug 6, 2013 22:53:23 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 -
Conri Pl: 14,948 Frenzy: 29,869 Oozaru: 74,740
Ninjin Pl: 18,713 True Power: 37,426 Oozaru: 93,565
(All you need to is enter the fighting area and begin your match.)
Per a decision by Zeke and Ninjin the admin decision as Ninjin as the winner was overruled. Ninjin shall move on, the bracket will be edited accordingly.
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Post by Conri Lane on Aug 8, 2013 8:38:05 GMT -5
This fight was going to turn out a bit differently from the others, mostly because Conri was entering the ring angered. After everything that Akassa had told him, there was no way he could feel anything but rage at the Royal Family. That included his next opponent, Ninjin Hattori, one of Akassa's brothers and probably another one that blindly followed the whole thing of her not wearing red. It really pissed him off that her own family was treating her that way, his fists clenched and unclenched in response to the built up rage. If there was anything that earned his ire so easily, it was a family mistreating its own members and it didn’t matter the reasons as to why. There was no excuse that would be enough to excuse something so completely and utterly stupid, it infuriated him to no end.
Maybe it was because of his own experiences with family as well, that he knew what should and should not be done. Everyone seemed to forget the importance of what a family was supposed to be, and he planned to do everything in his power to knock it back into their heads one person at a time. To hell with winning or losing right now, he just wanted to kick this bastard’s ass and teach him a bit about how to treat family. He was kind of glad that Zeke had forfeited when he had, this allowed Conri to meet up with Ninjin instead, something that he was going to thoroughly enjoy.
“Oi, hurry and get your ass into this ring,” he called out loud enough for the entire crowd to hear as well. Most might have thought he was a pure-blooded Saiyan from his tail, but he was only half and he was raised on Earth. Those two facts made it so that he just didn’t really give a damn about any kind of royalty, and it wasn’t like it mattered in a fighting ring anyways. They were here to kick each other’s asses and there was no other prestige than being the one standing at the end of the fight. Granted he was still at the disadvantage of power, but he was going to pull out all the stops for this battle. Even if it left him a broken and beaten mess on the floor, there was no way he was just going to give up this fight.
Grey stormy eyes watched his opponent; he needed to keep an eye out for any weakness that he showed. Even if it meant exploiting that weakness, he would do what it took to cause as much damage as possible. That sword wound would hopefully still be sore as well, which meant that there might be something he could use with that. He didn’t bother waiting for Ninjin to get into the ring to assume his fighting stance either, as soon as he was in place and the ref gave them the signal, he was going full blast.
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Aug 8, 2013 15:24:30 GMT -5
The world was in a blur as Ninjin Hattori was lifted onto a stretcher and carted off of the arena floor. Something was buzzing in his ears and he tried to lift his hand to swat it away but found that he couldn’t move. At all. Anything. Panic gripped his throat like a vice making it difficult for him to breath, or was it his shattered ribs? He couldn’t remember. As quickly as it had come the panic left him. Why should he be panicked? There was nothing scary going on. He didn’t even know where he was, all he knew was that he was floating, and overhead stars twinkled down at him, some closer than he would have thought possible. He tried to reach out to them but then remembered that he couldn’t move. The thought made him laugh. He had this dull throbbing in his shoulder but couldn’t place why. Had he been in an accident?
“Is… go… live?” He heard a voice scream through a wall of cotton nearby. It was an interesting thought. Is go live? He looked up at the person who had spoken and smiled warmly at them. His whole body felt like it was covered with a warm liquid, but he didn’t know what it was. Had he been swimming? There were very few pools on New Vegeta, but they did own one at the palace. Maybe he had dived in and smacked his head on the bottom, it wouldn’t be the first time the Saiyan prince had done that, but he hadn’t since he was a child.
“Is he going to live?!” he heard it more clearly this time. Was who going to live? Surely they weren’t talking about him right? Of course he was going to live. A memory flashed before his eyes. A demon wearing a black coat driving a silver light through his body. He screamed out but didn’t even realize he was doing it, the best he could muster was a coarse whisper. The sound frightened the man carrying him, nearly causing him to lose his grip on the stretcher.
“Don’t you dare drop him! Do you realize who this is?” one of the voices said in a hushed whisper, it was female. Who was he? Her reverent tone made him seem very important. But why was he important? Oh that’s right he was the crown-prince. Silly of him to forget that.
“Ninjin Hattori” She finally said, sounding as if she was implying the other was stupid for not realizing it. a gasp escaped the man’s lips. Ninjin smiled up at the lights on the ceiling as they passed, weakly moving his fingers to wave at them. A few waved back. Where were they going and why was it taking so many years to get there? By the time they reached their destination Ninjin would be his father’s age.
“How in the did they let him get into this condition?” The male voice asked. He felt the stretcher lift slightly as the female shrugged. “I thought impalement was forbidden.” He said again, trying to work an answer out of his own brain and hers. They both walked in silence for a moment before the female spoke again. She had a pretty voice. Soothing. Ninjin wondered if she had many friends. With a voice like that she must. Where were his friends? Where was Truffle…? Did Akassa care that he had just been nearly killed? Did Leke?
“His opponent knew what he was doing apparently. Missed any vitals and arteries. He’ll live as long as we get him to a healing tube in time.” A distant whooshing sound filled Ninjin’s ears. It was the sound of an automated door opening, but to him it was the demon returned, silver light in hand. He cried out once more. Suddenly his entire body was covered in a cool liquid, stinging his shoulder as if a hot poker was pressed into it. He felt the liquid filling the wound. Everything was blissfully quite in here. A machine hooked itself to his face, filling his lungs with oxygen and suddenly Ninjin realized he hadn’t taken a breath in a very long time.
“This better work. His last chamber malfunctioned.” He heard a different voice say. One of the scientists from before. The ones who had roused him from the chamber to go fight the demon with the silver light.
“He has another fight tomorrow.” He heard the same voice say, eliciting gasps from the two that had brought him in on the stretcher. They were thinking the exact same thing he was thinking. After the demon had brought his light through Ninjin’s shoulder the rest of it was a blur. He thought for sure he had lost. Thought for sure that he was going to be able to rest. But no… apparently not.
“How can he possibly have won that brutal match?” he heard the woman say. She came close to the tube and Ninjin saw that she was as pretty as her voice. A shame though, she appeared human. She placed her hand on the front glass of the tube and his eyes flickered over to it. His body stung as his wound closed, and he found that he could wiggle his fingers and toes once again. The pain had lessened throughout his body, the pain relievers floating in the gel doing their job.
“He’s still conscious. He never lost conscious that entire time. How is that possible?”
“He’s the crown prince of Vegeta. He’s strong. And he’s stubborn. You’ve seen both of his matches. Not once did he give up, even though throughout both it looked like he was going to lose.” He recognized the voice instantly. Vil. But that wasn’t possible… was it? Vil was dead. The bald Saiyan walked up to the glass and the female stepped aside. It was Vil. Perhaps the prince was still hallucinating. His former bodyguard placed his massive hand on the glass, and Ninjin’s own rose weakly to meet it. “You can let go. You don’t have to fight right now. Just let the tube do what it does.” Vil’s voice was somehow in his head now, and the big man was no longer standing in front of him. His eyelids became heavy and started drooping.
Then darkness came.
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The prince slipped on his newly made armor, made to model an exact replica of his old armor. It fit like a glove, shaped to contour to every muscle in his body. He worked his shoulder back and forth, the stiffness there was to be expected he was told. The blade had left a nasty two inch scar on his shoulder, and a matching one down on his thigh. It would be a constant reminder to Ninjin of his own mortality. But even as he did so he smiled. He had been impaled and lived. How many others could say that? Kabocha stepped into the room and saluted.
“My lord they’re awaiting your entrance to the ring.” His lackey told him. Ninjin walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, startling his friend.
“What a day for a fight.” He smiled and walked out of the room, down the familiar path he had taken twice before and out into the lights of the arena. The crowd went absolutely wild with thunderous applause. He was a crowd favorite now, his ability to take punishment being talked about in hushed whispers at bars. Was he truly only Saiyan, or was the crown-prince something more? It was the topic of much conversation.
The Saiyans were the loudest however. Their prince had been through the most matches of anyone else in the tournament, and even though his last victory was by forfeit the fact that he was standing before them in fighting shape said enough to them. He was the epitome of the Saiyan warrior.
The man standing across the arena from him was no one he’d ever seen before, and though weaker than him was still within the area to cause him problems power-level wise. He smiled. He didn’t want this to be any easy fight, none of the others had and he had won both.
“First of all, no one orders me to do anything. And second of all, are you really in that much of a hurry to lose?” His supporters in the crowd laughed at that, and the crown prince smirked. He too fell into a fighting stance.
“Whenever you’re ready.”
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Post by Conri Lane on Aug 8, 2013 17:28:30 GMT -5
Not too long ago he’d had an encounter with Ninjin’s half-sister, Akassa, and he had plenty of respect for her. She more than proved herself a powerful warrior in his eyes, but then they got to talking and one thing led to another, sadly not in any good way. She’d wound up choking him to get information out of him, he was seriously not into that masochist stuff. The one thing he did definitely remember was that she mentioned her family, possibly just the king and queen he didn’t know, gave her a lot of crap for being Half-Saiyan. Now here he was standing opposite from the ‘Prince’ of Saiyans, he was wondering just what exactly he thought of her. There really was only one way to find out, but that could wait until later, right now his mind wasn’t set so much on asking questions.
“Well, considering I did and that you entered the ring, I’d say I just got away with telling you what to do,” he shrugged nonchalantly. If he wanted to make a case for not giving orders, then it would have made more sense to do so without entering the ring. Ah well, that wasn’t important, and the second comment didn’t bother him instead he didn’t even let him finish talking. As soon as he was at the spot he was supposed to be, Conri launched himself across the ring and aimed a kick for the man’s head. That was mostly just a feint though, what his real goal was something completely different, readying a psychokinetic blast to use when it was needed.
Following up on the kick regardless of whether it was blocked or not, he launched his psychic blast at the temple of his opponent’s head. It was one of the few weak spots on people, mostly because it was a direct line to the brain and could really shake things up. That was his goal though; while his opponent took him lightly he would strategically work at picking him apart piece by piece. The reason he was a dangerous opponent wasn’t because of his power, it was because he was tenacious and would do what it took to win. Granted that were probably a few things he could do to hurt the man’s pride, it might be rather funny to see his reaction.
Hopefully the strike to the temple would hit true, then he could really start letting loose with attacks at weak points. He might not have had as many followers as Ninjin, but there were only two that he really cared about right now. “By the way, I’m curious. Is it Saiyan policy to have an ego as big as yours? Or are you just that special of a child?” he added emphasis to the last part. A slight grin, he wondered if the provocation would work and make him angered enough to make a careless mistake. From what he remembered Ninjin was something of a straightforward fighter as it was, but if he could get him to make even more openings he’d be better off. (hopefully this makes sense, lemme know if anything needs clarification)
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Aug 12, 2013 23:02:59 GMT -5
Ninjin watched as Conri flew at him, a kick aimed for the side of his head. Ninjin smirked and shook his head, ducking at the last moment. He felt a force on the side of his head anyway, and found himself falling to his knee, as if a punch had landed. He looked up at Conri, confused. How could that have happened? Ninjin was sure that he had ducked beneath the kick. He then heard Conri’s smug remark, and offered a smirk of his own.
Actually, it really is because I’m just that special.
Ninjin launched up and aimed a blow at Conri’s chin. He was planning a swift knockout with a super powered uppercut. If Conri was to move, Ninjin would launch himself into the air and be open to an attack. If it did land, Ninjin would stand over Conri’s body and smirk down at him. Either way, he was prepared to respond to Conri’s words.
You don’t tell me what to do, Conri. I stepped into the ring because I was ready to fight, not because you told me to. If a mouse were to tell a lion to breathe and the lion keeps breathing, it’s not because the mouse told it to. The mouse has no effect on the lion. It’s insignificant. That’s what you are, Conri. Insignificant. You don’t hold a candle to me, and even if you did, my power would blow it out. Now accept defeat like the good little peon you are.
Ninjin was ready for the words to hit home, enraging Conri. He wanted his mouse feisty, after all.
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Post by Conri Lane on Aug 13, 2013 0:32:15 GMT -5
That look of confusion was good, that was exactly what he had wanted from his opponent. He had no clue that Conri had an extra power besides being able to use Ki to attack and that was going to make this fun. There were all sorts of ways to utilize his psychokinetic powers, he'd have to make use of as many of them as possible in this fight. Of course, having a strategy for this guy was a good thing too, and that was slowly coming together.
"Yeah, I bet you enjoyed the short bus, huh?" another smirk, it seemed this guy wasn't the brightest of the bunch.
When the uppercut started coming, he immediately set out a plan against it. His elbow moving to intercept the attack as three psychokinetic burst of energy propelled it faster down towards the punch. His fist and elbow would hurt from this, but if he aimed it right, it had the potential to break Ninjin's fist by using his own strength against him. It would turn that advantage he had into a possible disadvantage, but that wasn't the only thing he had for his plan.
"Right, right. The mouse is insignificant, but when the Lion mistakes something else for a mouse, is when it gets into trouble. You try to mistake me for a mouse or a peon, you'll be lying in a pool of your own blood for sure, cupcake," a playful wink. Though the message was clear, if Ninjin continued to underestimate him, he would gladly take him apart.
To add to the point he threw a punch to the rising head of Ninjin's and sent another psychokinetic burst to the temple. He was going to attack the most key part of the body: the brain. Of course, he had to make sure not to mess up his own body too much either.
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Emperor Ninjin Hattori
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Posts: 665
Base: 202,252
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Zeni: 2,486
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Aug 14, 2013 13:35:57 GMT -5
Ninjin’s fist connected with Conri’s elbow, sending a jarring sensation up the prince’s arm but not having the intended effect that Conri had hoped. Ninjin’s fist had been broken in the fight with Akassa making his skin and muscles in his fist harder and more durable when they had fully healed. Still the shock it sent up his arm was no comforting feeling.
This Conri character had an undeserved ego, something that made Ninjin laugh. He was a Saiyan who got lucky enough to come to the tournament and have his life defining moment of losing to the Crown-Prince. It would be all he was ever remembered for. Ninjin intended to let him know.
“The truly sad thing about this is that you have no idea how insignificant you are. A mouse is a mouse regardless of its bluster. If you win, hurrah you bested the crown-prince once in your life. It will be your defining moment. But you still need to use me to define yourself. You are nothing. You will always be nothing. I am the crown prince. You are a mouse. I’m not underestimating you, I’m teaching you what you are.” With that Ninjin’s aura flared, his true power form activating, skyrocketing past what Conri was capable of in his current form.
The punch connected with Ninjin’s face, but did nothing, it was as if Conri truly was a mouse trying to swat at the prince. The now familiar feeling of the psychokinetic burst too bounced off the side of Ninjin’s temple. Conri was close now, too close to react to Ninjin’s next maneuver effectively. He was currently outmatched. The prince attempted to bring his knee into the stomach of his opponent, bringing his fists together at the same time and down across the back of the cocky Saiyan punk.
“Learn your place cur.”
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Post by Conri Lane on Aug 14, 2013 17:08:02 GMT -5
The interception worked, but it didn’t seem to have the full effect that he wanted, still the fact that it worked was something. It meant that his tactics could still work on this guy, especially with him being so straightforward with his fighting. It made him wonder if this guy was one of those that tended to try and brute force their way through everything. That would make him laugh, mostly because he was going to find a wall where brute force meant absolutely nothing. Then the guy just had to go and open his mouth again, making it even harder to tell if this guy had an ounce of actual intelligence going for him.
He wasn’t given time to respond right away as the ‘crown-prince’ powered up and attacked him, leaving him unable to properly defend himself. Although, he could at least soften the blow so it wouldn’t be as serious, and with that his own aura flared up brightly as his power increased. When the knee connected to his stomach, it hurt, but nowhere near as much as if he had stayed at a lower power level. Tightening the muscles in his body he braced himself for the attack, taking a solid hit but he would endure the damage and pain.
Taking in a breath, he could feel a slight pain in his chest; he likely had a fractured or broken rib from that attack just now. There was probably more, but he had so much adrenaline pumping through his veins that it was hard to tell what was injured or how badly. He had to make sure not to take too many more attacks like that, despite that he was pushing through the pain of it, the damage would be much worse if he let his guard down.
That strike to the stomach messed up his breathing a bit, but he took a few seconds to steady himself again. Giving himself enough time to clear his head as well, he needed to make one thing perfectly clear here. He couldn’t let himself be taken down this easily; there was no way in hell that he would drop from just that. He would keep getting up until he was on the verge of death, nothing short of that would stop him from fighting.
To that extent he made sure to keep on his feet, he had an idea of what this guy wanted, but he would do everything in his power to make sure it didn’t happen. Spitting some blood out of his mouth, he lifted himself up so that he could look the Saiyan straight in the eyes. There was no fear of his opponent or subservience either; the only thing that was dwelling behind his eyes was a spirit of defiance and some contempt for this fool.
“Let me fill you in on something ‘Crown prince’. Your title means jack shit here, or anywhere else that isn’t your own kingdom, which happens to be on the Earth’s moon. The truth of the matter is your significance to me is nothing. You think that if I won against you that that would be the best moment of my life? Sucks for you that something far more important is the best moment of my life and that you’re nothing more than a stepping stone in my eyes. I’m not one of the Saiyans that live on the moon, so your being prince means absolutely nothing to me,” there wasn’t any tone to indicate what he was saying was meant to insult, it was just meant to be the truth. The fact this little punk thought that he had any sort of importance in his life was laughable; there were so many more things that would have fit that spot.
To add to the fact, he launched a succession of three psychokinetic bursts of energy aimed at different spots. One was aimed at his chin like the uppercut thrown at him, one aimed at his throat but only as a means to make it more difficult to breath; he’d learned how to limit the power he aimed there. The final one was more of his way of saying that this was how he planned to fight with a battle where the only rule was not to be lethal. The third blast was aimed straight up between his legs, directly for the ‘family jewels’ and he wasn’t holding any power back for that one.
His left arm was still a bit numb from that last bout; he would have to give it a bit more time for some feeling to return to it. He needed to start attacking more viciously at certain spots, if he could start wearing his body down quicker, then maybe he could pull off the win.
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Aug 16, 2013 23:57:39 GMT -5
The blood that Conri spat out of his mouth only served to entice the prince further. First blood had been spilled finally in their combat, and it wasn't his for the first time in his time in the tournament. His opponent raised his head, and the look in his eyes was almost that of a true Saiyan warrior. Almost.
Ninjin Hattori could only smirk at the words the cur Saiyan in front of him spewed forth. The man actually believed anything he said to Ninjin could affect him in any way? If that was the case, the crown-prince almost felt sad for him... to have such delusions of grandeur... he wondered if all peasants were like this, or if this Conri Lane character was special.
"Maybe when we're done here, I'll keep you as my court jester. Your illusions make me laugh. My crown means everything, everywhere. You see the stands? They're packed with my people. Mine. Men and women who would die for me, what do you have? What will you ever be? Nothing... and no one Conri Lane. The fact that you're fighting me, here and now, well in the eyes of history that will be your greatest achievement, whether it means that to you or not is irrelevant." Like Conri, it wasn't said to be an insult, but rather it was Ninjin's empirical truth. His was an aura of confidence unshaken.
The prince saw Conri move, and anticipated his attacks, all but one. He moved his chin, the force moving past him and rustling his hair, the burst aimed for his throat sailed by as well, dodged in the same movement as the one intended for his chin. A force stronger than a brick smashed into his genitals. Ninjin inhaled deeply as the strength was taken out from under him. He snarled as he looked up at Conri. Normally his armor would have protected him, but the psychokinetic burst was unaffected by his armor. Conri was despicable. He was no warrior. That much was proven by his underhanded tactic.
"You... you resort to such methods... and hope to win?!" Ninjin roared up at Conri, and his leg shot out, hoping to catch Conri in the kneecap. If his kick was sucessful he would follow it up with a succession of rapid blows to the stomach, an area previously weakened by the prince's knee.
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Post by Conri Lane on Aug 17, 2013 14:51:41 GMT -5
Giving his body a bit of time to rest, he was able to recover a bit of stamina back, which would be helpful later on. This guy was strong, no doubt about that, but he seemed to be underestimating Conri far too much in their fight. Maybe he should really start to take advantage of that, and start to screw him up even more than he had been. It might be fun to start messing him up whenever he underestimated Conri just because of his lower power level. There was one thing that he could do that should mess this guy up quite nicely, and he was finding fewer reasons to not do it.
The fact that this guy still had such a ridiculous ego was astounding, and that he didn’t realize that he held no power on Alpha Prime was funny as well. It was so funny that he actually laughed as well, shaking his head at the words that left the arrogant prince’s mouth. The fact that he had so much self-importance was hilarious, even worse was the fact that he probably believed he could order Conri to be a jester or whatever. He was just like the others, that he thought he could do whatever he wanted without any repercussions coming back on him.
He was just like those two bastards that put him into his current situation, they thought the same thing and they were going to learn otherwise. In fact, he was supposed to be doing that as well and he’d nearly forgotten that since entering the ring. He already knew where they were as well, given that he’d been staring at them the whole time while fighting Ninjin. Probably one of the main reasons he was being a lot more aggressive than normal, but not that it mattered.
“Sorry, have no interest in working for someone like you. You’ve got far too much of an ego and self-importance, thinking everyone here gives a damn about you. The humans from Earth and Alpha Prime sure don’t and good majorities of the rest of the non-Saiyans from around the Galaxy don’t give a damn about who you are. I’m from Earth myself, so you being the ‘Crown Prince of Saiyans’ don’t mean crap since the Prime Minister is the one in charge on Earth. Besides, I’ll be far more well known for what I do after all this, and this tournament will be long forgotten in years to come,” that’s the way it went with most tournaments.
He had dodged the first two attacks, which Conri had been expecting, but it seemed he hadn’t considered the third attack an option. The fact that his strength gave out was an opportunity presenting itself to Conri as well, it meant he was weakened even for a moment. Conri ignored his angry question about his hopes to win using a ‘method such as that’. Charging two Masenkos, he held one in each hand before bringing them onto either side of Ninjin’s head at the same time the leg shot out at his knee. The aim was to rupture both of his eardrums simultaneously and really screw him up; it might be the edge he could use to win the battle. If the attacks worked, then he would start to feel the effects of vertigo and become disoriented, the worst part was an attack on the eardrums like that could also cause double vision. Even if that didn’t occur, the others should help through the prince off his game for long enough to change things.
The kick had been aimed at his knee, but shifting his weight a bit, he set it so that his femur would take the hit instead. Given that it was amongst the strongest bones in the body, it would take the hit better. Which it did, but the pain was still sharp as he grit his teeth from the force of the kick. Thankfully, it wasn't as severe as if his knee had been hit full-on by that strike.
“If you’re complaining about tactics, you really have no clue about anything,” he stated simply. There was no point explaining things to someone that didn’t understand a simple concept. Meanwhile the force field in front of where his cousins were sitting was being pummeled by a psychokinetic barrage, hopefully Akassa would see what he was doing. The force field would keep flashing when hit by the blasts, indicating which seats they were in. Unfortunately, with using so many psychokinetic blasts, it started to send a backlash of psychic energy. The good news was that the only sign would be his nose beginning to bleed, but the bad news was that there was now a sharp pain going through his brain. He wouldn't be able to use his psychokinesis for a while now, which meant he would have to continue the old fashioned way.
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Aug 19, 2013 19:00:30 GMT -5
The kick connected with Conri's leg, though not in the weak knee part in which Ninjin had been hoping. The prince grunted as his foot-rebounded, sending him backwards slightly. The move might have saved his life. Conri brought his hands around towards where the prince's head had been moments before, two large balls of ki in his hands. They might not have hit his head like the desired effect, something which might have killed the prince, but the light given off from them was blinding.
The crown-prince stumbled backwards, his feet tottering at the edge of the ring. When had he gotten so close? He regained his balance, but lights still danced in front of his eyes. Conri was a respectable opponent, skilled no doubt. But he was arrogant, foolishly so. It might be what ended up costing the kid the match, and even the tournament. Ninjin was arrogant because he could afford to be, if he ever got into a situation he thought he couldn't handle... well his father at his back no matter what. With the King of New Vegeta at your side there were very few you had to worry about, him being one of the strongest beings in the known universe. Conri would never understand.
Ninjin looked up to see blood leaking from the nose of his opponent. Had Ninjin struck him without realizing it? The prince took advantage of the situation, driving himself forward from the cliffs edge, he aimed a haymaker at the side of Conri's skull, his other fist driving towards the man's ribcage he had injured before with his knee. He would back-handspring away after the attacks, unless Conri did something to stop him.
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Post by Conri Lane on Aug 20, 2013 9:51:17 GMT -5
The kick to his thigh had managed to cause some pain, but it didn't seem like the bone had broken. It was a small thing he could be thankful for, but the consequence was that his own technique had missed. While disappointing, it seemed that the Prince was now having a bit of trouble with seeing. Not only that, but he had apparently reached the edge of the ring with that last exchange. Conri hadn't even been paying attention to that, though he doubted he'd be able to push his opponent out. It could still be an option if nothing else, he would just have to keep things in mind and try to adjust as things went.
While the kid was arrogant he was strong, but strength wasn't everything either, that was rule one of fighting. Taking a few deep breaths to regain his composure, he wiped the blood from under his nose. His body was ready for another round of battling, and he waited to see what would happen with Ninjin. Stretching his limbs quickly, he set back into his fighting stance, ready to go more melee from this point on. He had to make sure to conserve his energy for when it was really needed, and he had a strategy for that as well. It was just a matter of staying standing long enough to pull it off properly, and with the everything lined up as perfectly as possible.
Well, that didn't take too long as the younger saiyan threw out a haymaker, and Conri's body reacted instinctively. It wasn't a half-cocked reaction either, one arm coming up to block the shot aimed at his ribs, which wouldn't negate the damage, but less was better. Rushing forward as Ninjin was throwing out the haymaker, Conri launched a strike at the inside of the elbow, with as much force as he could muster. If he did it right, it could take out one arm for the rest of the match, he could only hope that he was successful.
The strike to his ribcage caused a surge of pain, the two ribs from before were likely broken now if they weren't before. The arm he used to block was also feeling a bit numb as well, he'd have to be careful with taking without being prepared to drain off some of the power. Taking a chance, he used the arm that blocked to attempt striking at where the wound from the sword had been on his leg/abdomen area. If he could hit it hard enough, maybe it would send a strong surge of pain through the Prince to weaken him for a moment. He needed to try pressing harder if he wanted to come out on top of this match, that was the only way.
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Aug 21, 2013 20:29:44 GMT -5
The crown-prince felt his arm connect with Conri’s arm, not the intended target, but the attack had enough force behind it to still shove the arrogant kid’s arm into his already wounded side. Pain was evident on his opponents face as the strike connected a smirk starting to form on the Princes face. Even partially blinded he had landed a successful attack, his impressive strength wounding the other despite the blocking arm that had managed to get in the way.
The well deserved smirk never came to fruition as pain suddenly exploded in his elbow. Conri’s hand had intercepted his arm right as it had connected, striking hard against the inside of his attacking elbow. Ninjin let out a growl of pain, barely able to stop himself from letting out a cry of pain as the well aimed attack dislocated his elbow. It wasn’t as damaging as being broken, but there was definitely pain in the joint, his arm starting to go numb. Needing a moment to relocate his elbow the prince takes a couple of steps back, knowing he didn’t have far to go before he was once again backed to the edge of the platform.
Considering this whelp’s aggressive fighting style so far Ninjin was sure the fighter would try to press the advantage seeing that his arm was useless at least for the moment. Lifting his good arm his open palm at Conri’s face the crown-prince channels Ki down his arm, Ki gathering in his hand. It only built up for a moment before it was released towards the others head. The blast was going to hurt should it connect with the kids face, but its true purpose was not to do damage, but to keep Conri off of him for a moment so he might find the time to fix his arm. With his back close to edge of the arena and one of his arms quickly losing all sensation he hoped the blast was enough to fend his opponent’s onslaught for a moment.
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Post by Conri Lane on Aug 22, 2013 8:22:07 GMT -5
Pain flowed through his arm and chest from that strike, but it wasn't the worst he'd felt. This kind of pain was nothing, there were far worse kinds of pain out their and he'd felt them. It wouldn't take him down that easily, he had something to prove more to himself right now. It didn't matter what happened in the end, right now he just needed to be sure of one thing. There was a plan in his head and he was about to unleash it onto his opponent, hopefully winning him the round. Conri didn't have a whole lot of options left, but from what he did have, there were a few things that he could attempt to try.
The strike to the elbow had worked, the arm wasn't broken, but it had been made useless for now. He had to make sure to prevent it from getting fixed right away, if he wanted to make sure that it couldn't be used right away. Although, maybe this was the opening that he actually needed as well, more thoughts flowing through his mind. So many ideas, but this one in his head right now seemed to be the most viable, with likely only one chance to work. He needed to go now, while the defenses were at their lowest, it was the only opportunity he had here.
Closing the distance, he saw the hand come up towards his face, but he couldn't let this slow him down. He shifted his weight to move around the arm and instead came up behind Ninjin. From there, he attempted to put him into a Rear Naked Choke, in an effort to make him lose consciousness. It was something that worked off leverage and not raw power, that was his saving grace with this technique. It was the best weapon in his arsenal thanks to that small difference. Despite that his body was screaming in pain at him, he had to try and keep going with everything he had. He needed to put in all of his effort into winning, regardless of the actual outcome. If he could do that, then he would at least be satisfied that he gave it his all and didn't just let himself get beaten.
There was someone else that he needed to prove something to as well, and it was important that he see just how far he could go with his power.
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Aug 22, 2013 17:19:01 GMT -5
Spots still clouded his vision as he leveled his hand at Conri, the blast of Ki firing from his outstretched arm. It quickly came apparent that the distance he had put between himself and the blue haired whelp had not been enough. As Conri ducked in under his arm the prince’s blast went wide, horribly missing the boys face, its intended target. Bracing himself the crown-prince expected another frontal attack, expected a shot to be aimed at his stomach or ribs. Tightening the well conditioned muscles in his stomach Ninjin was ready for the strike, prepared to brace himself so that the force of it would not throw him out of the ring.
The blow never came though as the blue haired half-saiyan ducked under his outstretched arm before quickly working behind him. Again it was expected that a strike was about to be delivered, but again he was wrong, an arm snaking up around his neck. A second followed as it became all too clear what his opponent was doing. Up until now he had been throwing all kinds of frontal attacks towards the crown-prince so the last thing he had expected was something as technical as a choke hold. As strong as Ninjin was he knew strength didn’t matter if the body was denied oxygen, no doubt what Conri was also thinking.
Even so the prince was not one to go down without a fight, no matter the situation. One arm still hung useless, the elbow still dislocated since he had not had enough time to relocate it. His other arm was still functioning quite well though and that is what would get him out of this hold. Tilting his head slightly to the side Ninjin lifts his arm to press it right back alongside his head, palm open once again. Just like before he sent Ki into his hand and would quickly release it in an attempt to blast Conri right in the face. When the attack connected it should be strong enough to break him free of the hold and quite possibly blast him backwards and out of the ring.
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