Conri Lane
Goku
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Post by Conri Lane on Aug 23, 2013 16:24:34 GMT -5
The blast had been powerful, not something that Conri generally wanted to get hit with, especially when his opponent was stronger. Sure, they were close, but it still made a difference, something that could be bad for the Half-Saiyan if he took too many hits. He took quite a few, and he was already feeling the effects from them, he just happened to land a few critical strikes of his own. If anyone ever said luck wasn't a factor in a fight, they hadn't been in such a serious battle before. This thing not only had luck involved, but also skill, strength, speed. Everything was being poured into this battle, even things that were beyond the control of the two combatants.
The fact that he'd managed to slip to the backside and get his opponent into the choke was practically a miracle in his mind. There was no turning back at this point though, he wouldn't be able to continue much longer in a straight fight. This was everything he had and he was going to do everything he could to keep this choke in place. Even if it meant putting his body at complete risk of irreversible damage to do it, he would do everything possible.
Of course, let it never be said that the universe wasn't a dick when someone decided something like that. As he was now looking at the palm of Ninjin's hand, which could only mean one thing. Preparing for this, he brought his legs up to wrap around Ninjin's waist and held on with as much strength as he could. It might look awkward to others, but that was fine, he was aiming to win this regardless of what it took. When the blast hit he was gritting his teeth and digging his nails into his biceps, feeling the skin starting to tear. Blood running from his noise and mouth now, as well as a few other cuts on his face, his eyes still held fight in them. His arms still gripping tightly as possible, refusing to let go, he would not be shaken off so easily.
It was time to show the level of his determination, find out just what his limits really were. He hadn't been pressed this hard in a long time, and he needed to know for himself just how far he could get.
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Emperor Ninjin Hattori
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Aug 24, 2013 16:02:33 GMT -5
The power was slowly draining from the body of the crown-prince of New Vegeta. The man known as Conri Lane was fastened securely to his back, and even a blast of Ki directly to his face hadn’t deterred him, it had if anything secured him faster his legs wrapping around his waist. Specks of darkness danced at his vision, he had been deprived of air for a while now. Ninjin was grateful for his strong lungs, and even stronger determination and force of will. He would not go down. Not without fighting with every last ounce of his energy. Not without giving his every last drops of blood.
His legs began to weaken; normally the added weight of Conri on his back would be nothing to the prince, as negligible as a fly landing on his shoulder. But with a lack of oxygen the added weight felt like ten-thousand pounds. One of his knees buckled from under him and he went down, his free hand moving to catch his weight. The specs that danced in front of his eyes intensified, becoming lightning flashes. But still the prince would not admit defeat.
This tournament had been hell on his body. He had been broken physically and mentally. He had been bloodied and bruised and torn. He had even been impaled. And yet here he was, fighting with every last ounce of energy he could muster. He forced himself back onto his feet, both shaking as if an earthquake was striking the arena at that very moment. Sweat beaded off of his face, his hair matted sticking to his face as if glued there. His lungs screamed for air in a way they never had before. He would not go out this way. He knew that much. His fate lied elsewhere, his will had been challenged in each of these matches, first with Akassa his sister… then with the demon in black… and now with this upstart Saiyan who didn’t know his place.
His hand snaked over to his dislocated elbow, grunting with the effort, precious traces of air leaving him as he did so. He powered up to his maximum and jammed it back into place, the pain shooting through his body like lightning hitting a pond, dispersing in much the same way. The prince tried and failed not to scream. The roar left him, all available air forced from his lungs in an act of defiance. No doubt as he would scream Conri would take the advantage to tighten his hold even further. He gritted his teeth and fell forward, his arm slamming out at the last moment to catch him on the cold floor of the arena. He was in a one armed push-up position with Conri Lane attached firmly to his back, squeezing the air and life from his body.
This was bad. This was very bad. The Prince had once timed himself on how long he could hold his breath, and the answer had been close to thirty minutes, an impressive feat but not abnormal for a Saiyan. They were reaching that point, the young man having been clasped around Ninjin’s throat for a good long while. The prince’s arm was shaking like a twig in a hurricane. Once more he defied fate, gritting with the effort, pushing with all his strength and catching himself on his feet once again, though he staggered as he did so.
The light had faded from his eyes. Ninjin was acting on pure instinct at this point his vision having faded with other unnecessary body functions. Within his chest the crown-prince felt his heart slow. He was dying, a position he found himself in seemingly every fight he had been in in this tournament so far. Each was more damaging and different then the next. Would the next one spell his death, or would this be the nail in Ninjin Hattori’s coffin, strangled by a cur Saiyan too big for his britches.
Ninjin brought both hands up again pressing against the back of his head palms facing Conri. He would put the rest of his energy into the next move; saving a silver of it for an attempt should this fail. It would be a volley of Ki blasts, right in the face of Conri, the prince desperately trying to save himself.
After the blast, should Conri still be hanging on, Ninjin would throw himself over the edge of the arena backwards, and should nothing go wrong, Conri would hit the ground first, unless he did something about it.
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Conri Lane
Goku
Not everyone can obey the rules. It's good to have the odd maverick around.
Posts: 622
Base: 203,560
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Oozaru: 1,005,230
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ASSJ: 2,814,644
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Zeni: 2,538
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Post by Conri Lane on Aug 24, 2013 20:37:04 GMT -5
It was working, he could feel his opponent's body wavering as he continued his hold around the neck. It was something most people might not look at as a proper way to fight, given that he was essentially suffocating Ninjin. However, sometimes a direct fight was a bad idea, especially when you were the weaker in raw strength. That was where the way of a warrior really shined; it wasn't just about pure strength, but using intelligence along with strength. If he couldn't beat him with raw power, then he would do it with using intelligence and power, along with every ounce of determination he had.
When the dropped to the ground, Conri could feel a surge of energy burst through him, it wasn't a lot but it was something. The hope that he could pull this off was giving him a bit more power to work with, not that it only could change the course. That was all on him, and whether he could hold his grip or if he would lose it and let his father down that had probably given his life to cheer him on. The first time that his old man had told him to go out and win something like this; he would do everything in his power to make him proud. This had been his most difficult battle, broken bones, bleeding from probably the majority of his body and it still wasn't over.
His thought were interrupted when he heard the scream and realized Ninjin had relocated his arm...then realized he'd let out more air. Tightening his grip he tried to make it quicker for the crown prince of New Vegeta, so that it wouldn't hurt as much. While they might not have seen eye to eye on quite a lot of things, he had respect for him as a fighter. There had been no one that pushed Conri this far before, and if there was one thing the Half-Saiyan had to say about this: it was fun. He could finally feel the full thrill of battle coursing through his veins that this battle was going to be one of the best he had even been in. Would he be able to hold on, would he lose his grip on Ninjin, or would something completely unexpected happen? It was hard to tell, but with those thoughts, he reaffirmed his grip on his biceps and wouldn’t let go unless he lost consciousness.
Things were starting to look up; the prince was having a hard time staying on his feet, though he kept getting up as well. That was a testament to the stamina that his opponent had, he couldn’t deny the pure blooded Saiyan that, he’d been the most formidable opponent to this point. He figured it wouldn’t be too much longer until Ninjin toppled over and he could release him so as to not actually kill him. That wasn’t the point of this, and he might not have liked the Saiyan, but he didn’t have malicious intent towards him either. Just to kick his ass. Although the goal of kicking Ninjin’s ass seemed further away than before when suddenly Ninjin’s hands pointed at Conri’s head, the intent clear that he was in danger. In an attempted to lessen as much of the damage as possible, he used whatever space he had to place his shoulder forward between one of the hands and his face.
When the volley started he tightened his muscles and prepared for the onslaught of Ki blasts that assaulted his body. It was worse than the first blast, especially since there were now more of them, but he kept digging his hands into his arms. He refused to let go until he was completely out of power, and he hadn’t hit that point yet, but his body couldn’t take this abuse forever either. When it finally did stop though, he was breathing heavier than normal, a combination of the damage and the blood blocking his breathing passages. Still, he clung to his opponent’s neck with everything that he had, using every last bit of power he could muster for this last bit of the fight. He would win soon or he would lose soon, this was the defining moment for the battle, a winner would be standing triumphant in a matter of moments.
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Emperor Ninjin Hattori
Administrator
Emperor of Beta, Leader of PTO
Gloria in excelsis Imperium
Posts: 665
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Zeni: 2,486
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Ally: Aella: 101,126 Brute: 505,630
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Aug 24, 2013 21:39:07 GMT -5
Conri Lane had coiled around his neck like a boa constrictor. At the start of the match Conri Lane had just been another upstart, another person in his way. The slightly-older Saiyan had impressed the hell out of him though. He had used smarts when necessary, used strength when he could, and put up one hell of a fight against the prince. Not only that, but the kid could take a hit. Blast after blast had hit him in the face, and yet out of pure instinct and preservation he had held on, tighter than ever if anything.
Ninjin staggered forward, the weight of Conri on his back was like a thousand ton boulder. The edge of the ring was there in front of him. It gave the prince an idea, and a sliver of hope. Conri was clearly not going to let go, unless he lost consciousness or died. Ninjin was going to lose his own consciousness before either of those things happened; he had used most of his energy blasting his opponent in the face. With his last ounce of energy he turned around and staggered backwards off the edge.
Ninjin Hattori was unconscious. That much was clear. His body had gone limp from the lack of oxygen. As they sailed through the air the last thing in the prince’s field of view was the sky. The stars twinkled down at him merrily, as though nothing in the world was wrong, as though he wasn’t unconscious, as though he wasn’t in danger of losing this match.
The duo sailed through the air, one unconscious and the other a bloody mess. Whichever touched first would be the loser and whoever didn’t would be the victor and continue on in the tournament. It had come to this, the end of the match wouldn’t be decided by who was left standing or who was stronger, but rather who touched the ground first.
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Conri Lane
Goku
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Post by Conri Lane on Aug 24, 2013 22:05:21 GMT -5
There wasn’t a whole lot going through his mind right now, his focus was strictly on the fight now, he couldn’t afford to take his attention away from that. It was like everyone else had faded away and they were in a struggle against each other with their very beings. Perhaps it had started as something between two people that might have held a distinct dislike for each other, but now it had evolved. Two warriors that held each other in high regard for their skill were pushing themselves to the absolute limits of their bodies. No lives were on the line, but they fought as though they were all the same, a true testament to their determination. This was why the next few moments were one that would likely be remembered for a good while, as this battle was coming to an end.
With few options left, the prince of New Vegeta made the logical choice and threw himself off backwards from the arena. The wind feeling good against Conri’s head as time seemed to move slowly around them and that was when it hit him. They shouldn’t be flying through the air, and he looked to see the arena was away from them both, a bad situation to be in. He had to commend the prince for such a decision, not many would consider that option. Unfortunately, at the same time, the Prince had lost consciousness so there was not much he could do in their current predicament.
Conri on the other hand, was still very much awake, despite being beaten and bloodied to the point of almost complete exhaustion. There was still one thing that he could do though, it wasn’t what he had been saving this energy for but the situation fit its use. The little reserve of Ki that he had left was meant as a last ditch effort to attempt to win this round if it was needed. So, releasing his grip on Ninjin’s neck, Conri aimed his hand to the side and fired off the power to reverse their positions. Ninjin was now facing the floor, and what little energy that Conri had left had been spent along with that blast. So, he did the only thing that was possible for him right now and let go of the Saiyan Prince, allowing his body to free fall.
There wasn’t much else to do at this point, but hope that he had done enough to come out ahead. Whether he did or not, there was one thing that he knew for certain, he would be proud of this battle that he fought with every ounce of his ability. He proved to himself, that he could even push a more powerful enemy to their limits.
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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 Aug 26, 2013 11:55:06 GMT -5
The Prince felt nothing as his body collided with the ground. He skipped momentarily and came to a rest, his eyes flittered open and he gulped in air greedily. Had he hit the ground first? Or had Conri Lane? It had been a brutal fight like all the others he had been in during the tournament. How many times could Ninjin Hattori be brought to near-death and keep surviving? At this point no one could argue that the prince was tough-as-nails, the only fighter thus far to go three rounds, and each brutal and punishing on his body. Everything in his body screamed, and he bit his lip, doubting if his body could take another round of this punishment. He would, of course. He was a Saiyan and moreover a Hattori. He had no give-up in him.
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!! YOUR WINNER!!!!!! CONRI LANE!!!!!” The voice of the announcer struck Ninjin like a megaton warhead directly to the gut. He felt sick. The cur… No… Conri had earned his respect more than to be called a cur. He had put up a hell of a fight. Going into the match he had been an arrogant fool, the arrogance hadn’t changed, but he respected his opponent a hell of a lot more now. That could be said for both of them.
Though he was disappointed in himself, part of his mind screamed with relief. He had been pushed to his breaking point, and the toll was starting to show. His elbow screamed with pain as if it was still dislocated. Where was Conri? His opponent was in little better condition than he, having taking multiple direct blasts of ki to the face.
Ninjin picked himself up off the ground, his body aching with the effort. His breathing took turns intervaling between shallow ragged breaths and deep gulps for air. The nape of his neck was black and blue, the pressure from Conri’s devastating hold had cut into his neck more than he had realized. He spat blood out of his mouth and once again took in a deep breath, happy to be able to breathe again. He put his hands behind his head to try and keep from vomiting, but failed, the spew leaving him and coating the area in front of him, blood mixed with bile.
He whipped his mouth with the back of his hand, the taste of it causing him to retch again but he managed to keep it down this time. Once Conri too regained his footing the prince would slowly walk over to him. The crowd would tense as the stronger of the pair made his way over, the set look on his face one of pure determination. Once he reached the other Saiyan though, he would do something that no one in the crowd would expect.
A shaky hand would be raised out, offering Conri a show of respect, and one too of possible friendship. The other warrior had earned the respect of the crown-prince, something that was hard to do. He had been bested, and he was man enough to admit it though the stain on his pride did hurt more than anything his opponent could have done to him.
“You fought well Mouse, I admit I underestimated you. Good luck in the rest of the tournament. As the last Saiyan left, I expect you to win.” He wouldn’t add that he hoped it was actually Truffle who would be victorious, but he did have appearances to keep up.
Would Conri accept the Prince’s gesture, or would he slap it aside?
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Conri Lane
Goku
Not everyone can obey the rules. It's good to have the odd maverick around.
Posts: 622
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ASSJ: 2,814,644
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Post by Conri Lane on Aug 26, 2013 15:33:09 GMT -5
It was hard to tell what was happening to him shortly after he let go, except for crashing into the floor. That had been a very painful experience, as he was sure he felt the floor disappear at least once before hitting it again. Everything was swirling around him and it was hard to tell what he was looking at through the blood. He laid on the ground for as long as it took to regain some of his strength, and as he laid on the cold surface, he heard something.
"CONRI LANE!!!!" his name shouted out by someone, but who was it? Was Ninjin still up and fighting? Had something else happened? It was hard for him to tell right now, for the time being he would rest and recover as much strength as was possible. When it felt easier to breath and move, he started to sit up some to try and get a look around, wiping the blood from his eyes. Only to see that Ninjin was getting back up to his feet, a slight chuckle, he'd done all that to knock out the Prince only to have him get up not too long after. It almost seemed like a waste of effort, but he pushed himself to his feet regardless.
When he approached and extended his hand, at first Conri was confused about why he was doing that. Then his words finally made all the dot connect, the earlier shouting of his name had been the referee or announcer. He'd made it into the next round of the tournament by a hair's thread of luck, something that he would have to take care to not lose. The biggest thing was that Ninjin was holding his hand out, and actually seemed to be talking with a bit of respect for him at least. So, Conri would return it and grasped the Saiyan prince's hand, giving it a firm shake.
"Even mice have teeth and claws," he joked, accepting the words for what they were likely intended. Something more of a compliment than an insult, "I'll do what I can to win this thing then." That was all he could say on the matter, he didn't know who he would be facing next, but if he was capable of winning he would give it everything he had. If for nothing else than for the sake of those that he beat, and the opponent's that they beat. It wouldn't do good for him to come this far only to walk away empty-handed, and this fight showed him what he needed to do. Unfortunately, there had been so much damage taken that he would need something more powerful than the chambers they had.
This was all still taking a bit of time for him to absorb, he hadn't expected to actually win. It was probably a shock to the Prince as well, but he knew better than to mock him, especially after the battle they had. Perhaps they might have something of a friendship after everything was over, for the moment he would have to over come his current dizziness if he wanted to walk out under his own power. If one were to look at them, it would look like Conri should have lost, given the amount of blood coming from him. That would stick with the Half-Saiyan for the rest of this tournament as well, he needed to keep his head straight.
"I'm going to need a good long rest after this though," he commented, rubbing the side of his head. Figuring it was better to get healed quicker, "Excuse me though, I'll need to get some medical treatment." With that, he headed down into the hallway that he had entered, his hand placed against his head, the pain coming from it was almost unbearable. He needed to get to a rejuvenation chamber quickly. (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
Items: Simulator
Ally: Aella: 101,126 Brute: 505,630
Profile Link: Ninjin Hattori
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Aug 26, 2013 20:38:04 GMT -5
Pl for me as well please
Great fight Conri!
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Post by graderr on Aug 26, 2013 21:26:35 GMT -5
Ninjin: 4,505 PL awarded Conri: 5,912 PL awarded
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Post by graderr on Aug 26, 2013 21:39:52 GMT -5
Conri is the Winner
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