Post by Conri Lane on Dec 28, 2013 4:30:54 GMT -5
Time was of the essence and Conri need to get some power to make sure that he could make it back to the rest of the universe in one piece. Whatever these planets were and whoever inhabited them, they were already shown to be potentially dangerous if a group of explorers suddenly disappeared. It was unknown how powerful they were, but underestimating them would just wind up with people dead and the Half-Saiyan wouldn’t tolerate that. If they wanted to do this job right, then he was going to need to step up his game a bit and focus on getting as much power as he could before they were called upon. That was his priority as of now; everything else would be pushed into the back of his mind, except for training. This was why he now headed towards his ships training room, as he had managed to upgrade the thing to make it much more efficient for his needs. The two pieces of technology were a gravity chamber since he had discovered the effects of them with two fights and he figured he would use one to further his own training. The final addition had been a machine called a simulator that allowed him to create an opponent for his own needs, and would allow him to truly give himself a workout.
Having read everything for the simulator he knew that he had to put into the program a design for an opponent, and he had just the right one. Inputting all the information, he turned on the gravity to the highest setting that he could handle at the moment which was fifteen times the normal amount. He’d learned something from the gravity training with model zero, and that was the five times increments weren’t enough to push his body. With the gravity taking effect and pushing his body down with an incredible force, he hit the button for the simulator to activate. As the machine whirred to life, he watched as in the distance his opponent was slowly constructed from the feet up. His opponent had a lithe frame more suited to speed than power, and had two swords attached to his waist. His head was also adorned with maroon-colored hair; it was all right down to the last detail. There was no way he could ever forget the look of this man and it would start now that he would train to defeat him with everything that he had. The fighting style had been programmed into the simulator as well, and he would fight against it day and night until he was sure he could beat the one that used it. This would also be a good way to prepare him to fight against other sword users as well if he encountered any hostile ones.
Clenching his fists he could feel the rage that was dwelling within him rise, but this time he would let it, it was something that would likely help him here. Trying to move he felt the gravity along with the weighted clothes holding back his movements to a severe degree. He hadn’t tried to train at twenty times the normal before, but he figured that it would be better for him in the long run. Still the rage that had been bottled for over four years boiled to the surface as without even meaning to his power jumped to as high as it could reach. His teeth hurt as well, letting him know that he had been clenching them in a ferocious snarl this entire time, and the fact that he could taste copper meant he had cut his mouth somewhere. None of that seemed to matter in this moment, however, as one of the people he’d been chasing this entire time was now in front of him ready for him to fight. Launching forward with all the speed he could muster, he started the battle to increase his power to new heights, something that surpassed even those of the rulers of planets. Launching a punch at his target, he was surprised to see that a sheath was blocking his punch with what could only be seen as no effort on the part of the simulation.
Growling in frustration, he began to launch a flurry of attacks against the man with maroon hair, hoping that the last block was just a fluke. Unfortunately, it seemed that it hadn’t just been luck that allowed the simulation to block his attacks from different angles. Apparently this had been the level of skill he had been fighting against back then, not just someone with extreme power, but extreme skill as well. That just angered him even more though; that he was up against this bastard with an even power level and still couldn’t do much to fight against him. Growling he decided to change up his attack pattern and not use so many light attacks, and instead focus on trying to overpower the bastard’s ability to block. He also figured he could try to use the sharpness of the fingers of his gauntlets as a means of attacking as well. This would at least let him have something of a sharp attack, even if that hadn’t been made for this purpose in the first place. A smirk formed at that thought, it would likely make it more painful as well, and that was something he wanted more than anything.
Lashing out with the sharpened claws of the gauntlets, he wasn’t surprised this time when his attack was blocked and instead used the opportunity to grab the sheathed blades and began to twist his hands. It was an attempt to break the swords and the sheaths that held them, but the simulator reacted to that and drew out the blades of the swords before they could snap under the pressure. Moving away from the Half-Saiyan and shifting the blades into a more offensive stance before rushing at Conri with a high level of speed. Even with the gravity he was moving like it didn’t bother him at all, which was somewhat annoying for the Half-Saiyan since he was held down by the gravity and heavy weighted clothes. Unfortunately he had no time to think beyond that as high speed slashes came at him from different angles, which pushed him onto the defensive, thankfully the gauntlets and shin guards were doing their jobs for the moment and taking the full force of the blows.
They wouldn’t last throughout the whole fight, however, as the swords were cutting through the metal with marginal difficulty. That meant his defenses were ineffective as well, but he should have expected that since he hadn’t meant for them to be used in a prolonged manner anyways. Their purpose was to allow him time, if he was having trouble, to think of a way to get himself out of a tight situation. Leave it to him to get into one during a freakin’ training simulation in a gravity chamber, but that would help him get stronger in the long run as well he supposed. Swinging his arms in counter of each sword strike, he could feel the armor being chipped away at slowly, but he wasn’t using the time just to block the attacks. He was learning the speed and rhythm of the strikes, slowly letting his body become adjusted to the fast paced attacks that would be coming for him directly in a few more moments. The gravity was just enough of a pain in the ass that his reactions were a bit sluggish to allow for dodging the swords, so he had to do what he could to learn the tempo.
When the swords came the next time he decided to give it a try with dodging them, and using the tempo he had been learning from them, took half steps to avoid the blows. The half steps used the least amount of effort, but required intense concentration to pull off for avoiding attacks. Thanks to him memorizing the temp, however, it became easier to dodge the attacks with less effort. He needed to save as much of his energy as possible here, the gravity tended to sap his stamina away when he wasn’t looking. That was why he needed to concentrate on movements that utilized very little effort, but were for high skill battles where a dodge like that could get the most use and do the most damage. He would use this to help him get used to the gravity as well, the pressure holding down on his body offered a good motivation to not let his concentration slip for even a second. Things seemed to be progressing rather nicely for him, from what he could remember and tell of the fighting style, he had learned the rhythm to it.
At least, that was what he thought until one of the times he took a side step the swords sped up for a quick burst of slashes. The sudden warmth of his own blood came from several spots along his body, as the wounds suddenly burst open after the attacks were made. Suddenly he was looking at the ceiling of his space ship wondering what they hell had just happened to him for that to happen to his body. As far as he was aware the simulation had been programmed with a limited knowledge from what he could remember of the UCOO member’s fighting ability. This wasn’t much, so how had it pulled off such an insanely high speed and skilled attack that effectively rendered him a piece of meat to be sliced up. It was then that he heard the dull-toned voice start to speak through the simulation, “How dull, I was wondering who was using an image of me and here it is just a little Half-Saiyan training. Although, I’m not sure why you would be using my image, was it just coincidence of the randomized features?”
It seemed that he hadn’t realized who it was that he was talking with yet, an agitated growl escaped Conri’s throat as he turned his head towards the simulated person. “Are you trying to say you don’t remember who I am?” he questioned, wanting to know just what this bastard was playing at with him. If he really didn’t remember who the Half-Saiyan was, then it would likely cause his anger to explode and he didn’t even know what he would do at that point with his anger. Even with a simulation that was programmed to not be much stronger than Conri himself, it seemed this bastard had been able to dispatch him with little effort. That meant he still wasn’t strong enough at this point, damn it! What was he supposed to do to become strong enough, was there something that he was missing?! Just what in the hell did it take to become as strong as this bastard that was mocking him right now!?
“Hm? Oh, you’re still alive, I was sure that I had managed to cut your vitals with that skill, seems you’re tougher than I gave you credit, congratulations. As for remembering, I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve ever met before; who are you?” he tried to sound like he was interested, but that apathetic tone was prominent through everything that he said to the downed fighter. That was all it took for that little sound that most people heard when something pushed them over the edge, that little snapping sound that signaled their last ounce of restraint was now gone. Using his electrokinesis he gathered electricity above him and concentrated it over the parts of his body that were cut up. Gritting his teeth he let loose the power as it struck him, electrocuting him, but also cauterizing his wounds at the same time. With no more blood loss, he could feel his body starting to regain its strength and pushed off of the ground, his aura burning brightly around his body. It looked like he had become a conduit for lightning, but that was just the way his aura took shape around him.
“You want to fucking run that by me again, asshole? You don’t fucking remember me? You arrogant son of a bitch, I will make you remember who the hell I am,” this bastard took the most important things in the universe from him, and he didn’t fucking remember? He didn’t do anything that could be visibly seen, but he flexed all his muscles to see how well they could function right now. Despite the wounds he had received his body was still able to react accordingly to the demands he made of it, which was good, he was going to be demanding a lot from his body in just a little while now. He had been using the opportunity on the ground to recover as much as he could before hitting himself with that blast of lightning. The pain he was experiencing was actually being pushed to the back of his mind by all the maddening rage that he was feeling, but he couldn’t let his anger control him either. Doing that was how he lost the last time as well. Bringing his hands over his head, he gathered his Ki quickly before releasing it in a powerful blast that ripped through the chamber at an incredible speed.
“Why are you so angry about me not remembering? If I remembered every insignificant person I ran across I would need a much better memory than I have right now,” the man was speaking true to who he was, but it still pissed Conri off. When the blast came hurtling at him the swordsman lowered himself into a guarded stance to deal with the incoming attack, his swords positioned as if to cut the energy beam into quarters. As the beam neared he drew back his arms and was slashing them forward when he was suddenly hit by a powerful electric blast, causing his muscles to spasm uncontrollably. That momentary lapse in his ability to defend himself ended with him being blasted full force by the Masenko that had been fired. Wiping a bit of blood from the simulations mouth, the man seemed to grin a bit in a true sense of enjoyment. While Saiyan were by nature excited by battle, this man seemed to be on an even different level of bloodlust than anyone he had ever encountered. Was this why he had been called for use against Conri? The fact that he seemed to be an even bigger monster than any Saiyan could hope to be? It seemed like that was the case, but he doubted it was something as simple as that at the same time. There had to be a reason for why he was called on that night, that or the church was an ever bigger group of assholes than he had imagined.
“You really don’t know why I would be angry? After what you did? You have the nerve to ask why I am so angry with you. The least you could do would be remember! You took everything from me that night, you and your goddamn church!” he didn’t even care about being reckless anymore as he charged forward armored fists meeting with sharpened blades. Sparks flying off in every direction as both sides tried to push each other, the first one to give any slack would be caught by a follow up attack. That was the battle that they were fighting directly while also fighting the battle in their minds, and Conri’s mind was not something to be trifled with no matter who his enemy. There was no time to work on a plan that would involve any kind of complicated maneuvering; instead he was going to have to throw out a big power against this guy to catch him off guard. There weren’t a whole lot of ideas that he could come up with though, his mind racing at a mile a second searching for some way to gain the upper hand against the swordsman.
“Did I? Well, I suppose if you’re here acting like this then I did, but I honestly don’t remember. If you were this interesting of a fight though I would like to think I’d remember,” the man’s voice holding a tone of amusement, he enjoyed this little spar now. Sparks flashed with each clash of fist and blade, while the pieces of armor were slowly chipped away, little time left now. His mind raced further back into his mind searching through every nook and cranny for an idea that could help him out here. What kind of technique could he create that would throw this bastard off guard enough to let him follow it up with a powerful hit? His eyes shifted back and forth as he both watched the swordsman and continued to force an idea for a technique to come into his head. That was when his mind did either something kind or cruel, he wasn’t sure which it could be considered at the time, but he saw Marisa appear in his memory. Something wrapped around her arms and…that was it! Now, if only he could remember how to recreate that and what it was called, he would be able to do something in this spar to make sure he didn’t die from a freaking simulation.
“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll make sure that you never forget who I am again,” his rage subsiding as his confidence returned now. He had a new weapon to use in his battles and he was going to introduce it now, something that he had been taught a long time ago. He couldn’t believe he had forgotten one of the most important techniques that Marisa had taught him, he was ashamed of himself for that. However, he remembered and it was time to reawaken the power and he began to concentrate on both his life force and his Ki. Trying to get them to merge and maintain a fine balance for him, the energy slowly turning red as it enveloped both his hands. The gauntlets exploded outwards as the spiraling energy took place around his arms, and launched his fist at the blade once more. When they connected the energy not only protected Conri’s hand, but also amplified his fists power to the point it shattered the sword in one strike. Not wanting to miss the chance to let his opponent feel the pain that he was about to inflict, he followed it up with a right hook, the red energy covering that arm as well.
When the hit landed the power unleashed was something not even the Half-Saiyan could believe, letting loose the power behind the strike as the kinetic energy behind it carried through his opponent and dented the wall with the door to the chamber out into the hall of the ship. He hadn’t even been trying to hold back the power when he punched, but he didn’t think it would be this potent either. The simulation had ended and before it completely disappeared the Half-Saiyan looked towards the disappearing head of his opponent. “Conri Lane, don’t forget it this time,” he turned and walked towards the controls for the gravity chamber and turned it off. His body lightening greatly, but he was now sapped of strength and needed to get some rest before arriving on New Vegeta. There was a lot of work to be done before then and he couldn’t just be laying down on the job the whole trip. “Marisa, get one of the rejuvenation pods ready in the medical area,” he requested of his ship’s AI.
“Yes, Conri, right away,” without another word he headed to the medical bay and jumped into the awaiting chamber, letting the healing liquids rush over him and begin their work. When he woke up, he would have to do some repair work on that door and wall. He couldn’t help the chuckle that came from his lips from seeing the power behind his new technique it was something that he couldn’t wait to try out at a later time. Maybe he would be able to use it against that bastard in person, but he knew he was a long way from another confrontation with him. The gap in power was far too great for him to consider himself a challenge. With those thoughts pushed away, Conri let sleep over take his body while his body recuperated from the damage it had taken and the exhaustion he felt.
Having read everything for the simulator he knew that he had to put into the program a design for an opponent, and he had just the right one. Inputting all the information, he turned on the gravity to the highest setting that he could handle at the moment which was fifteen times the normal amount. He’d learned something from the gravity training with model zero, and that was the five times increments weren’t enough to push his body. With the gravity taking effect and pushing his body down with an incredible force, he hit the button for the simulator to activate. As the machine whirred to life, he watched as in the distance his opponent was slowly constructed from the feet up. His opponent had a lithe frame more suited to speed than power, and had two swords attached to his waist. His head was also adorned with maroon-colored hair; it was all right down to the last detail. There was no way he could ever forget the look of this man and it would start now that he would train to defeat him with everything that he had. The fighting style had been programmed into the simulator as well, and he would fight against it day and night until he was sure he could beat the one that used it. This would also be a good way to prepare him to fight against other sword users as well if he encountered any hostile ones.
Clenching his fists he could feel the rage that was dwelling within him rise, but this time he would let it, it was something that would likely help him here. Trying to move he felt the gravity along with the weighted clothes holding back his movements to a severe degree. He hadn’t tried to train at twenty times the normal before, but he figured that it would be better for him in the long run. Still the rage that had been bottled for over four years boiled to the surface as without even meaning to his power jumped to as high as it could reach. His teeth hurt as well, letting him know that he had been clenching them in a ferocious snarl this entire time, and the fact that he could taste copper meant he had cut his mouth somewhere. None of that seemed to matter in this moment, however, as one of the people he’d been chasing this entire time was now in front of him ready for him to fight. Launching forward with all the speed he could muster, he started the battle to increase his power to new heights, something that surpassed even those of the rulers of planets. Launching a punch at his target, he was surprised to see that a sheath was blocking his punch with what could only be seen as no effort on the part of the simulation.
Growling in frustration, he began to launch a flurry of attacks against the man with maroon hair, hoping that the last block was just a fluke. Unfortunately, it seemed that it hadn’t just been luck that allowed the simulation to block his attacks from different angles. Apparently this had been the level of skill he had been fighting against back then, not just someone with extreme power, but extreme skill as well. That just angered him even more though; that he was up against this bastard with an even power level and still couldn’t do much to fight against him. Growling he decided to change up his attack pattern and not use so many light attacks, and instead focus on trying to overpower the bastard’s ability to block. He also figured he could try to use the sharpness of the fingers of his gauntlets as a means of attacking as well. This would at least let him have something of a sharp attack, even if that hadn’t been made for this purpose in the first place. A smirk formed at that thought, it would likely make it more painful as well, and that was something he wanted more than anything.
Lashing out with the sharpened claws of the gauntlets, he wasn’t surprised this time when his attack was blocked and instead used the opportunity to grab the sheathed blades and began to twist his hands. It was an attempt to break the swords and the sheaths that held them, but the simulator reacted to that and drew out the blades of the swords before they could snap under the pressure. Moving away from the Half-Saiyan and shifting the blades into a more offensive stance before rushing at Conri with a high level of speed. Even with the gravity he was moving like it didn’t bother him at all, which was somewhat annoying for the Half-Saiyan since he was held down by the gravity and heavy weighted clothes. Unfortunately he had no time to think beyond that as high speed slashes came at him from different angles, which pushed him onto the defensive, thankfully the gauntlets and shin guards were doing their jobs for the moment and taking the full force of the blows.
They wouldn’t last throughout the whole fight, however, as the swords were cutting through the metal with marginal difficulty. That meant his defenses were ineffective as well, but he should have expected that since he hadn’t meant for them to be used in a prolonged manner anyways. Their purpose was to allow him time, if he was having trouble, to think of a way to get himself out of a tight situation. Leave it to him to get into one during a freakin’ training simulation in a gravity chamber, but that would help him get stronger in the long run as well he supposed. Swinging his arms in counter of each sword strike, he could feel the armor being chipped away at slowly, but he wasn’t using the time just to block the attacks. He was learning the speed and rhythm of the strikes, slowly letting his body become adjusted to the fast paced attacks that would be coming for him directly in a few more moments. The gravity was just enough of a pain in the ass that his reactions were a bit sluggish to allow for dodging the swords, so he had to do what he could to learn the tempo.
When the swords came the next time he decided to give it a try with dodging them, and using the tempo he had been learning from them, took half steps to avoid the blows. The half steps used the least amount of effort, but required intense concentration to pull off for avoiding attacks. Thanks to him memorizing the temp, however, it became easier to dodge the attacks with less effort. He needed to save as much of his energy as possible here, the gravity tended to sap his stamina away when he wasn’t looking. That was why he needed to concentrate on movements that utilized very little effort, but were for high skill battles where a dodge like that could get the most use and do the most damage. He would use this to help him get used to the gravity as well, the pressure holding down on his body offered a good motivation to not let his concentration slip for even a second. Things seemed to be progressing rather nicely for him, from what he could remember and tell of the fighting style, he had learned the rhythm to it.
At least, that was what he thought until one of the times he took a side step the swords sped up for a quick burst of slashes. The sudden warmth of his own blood came from several spots along his body, as the wounds suddenly burst open after the attacks were made. Suddenly he was looking at the ceiling of his space ship wondering what they hell had just happened to him for that to happen to his body. As far as he was aware the simulation had been programmed with a limited knowledge from what he could remember of the UCOO member’s fighting ability. This wasn’t much, so how had it pulled off such an insanely high speed and skilled attack that effectively rendered him a piece of meat to be sliced up. It was then that he heard the dull-toned voice start to speak through the simulation, “How dull, I was wondering who was using an image of me and here it is just a little Half-Saiyan training. Although, I’m not sure why you would be using my image, was it just coincidence of the randomized features?”
It seemed that he hadn’t realized who it was that he was talking with yet, an agitated growl escaped Conri’s throat as he turned his head towards the simulated person. “Are you trying to say you don’t remember who I am?” he questioned, wanting to know just what this bastard was playing at with him. If he really didn’t remember who the Half-Saiyan was, then it would likely cause his anger to explode and he didn’t even know what he would do at that point with his anger. Even with a simulation that was programmed to not be much stronger than Conri himself, it seemed this bastard had been able to dispatch him with little effort. That meant he still wasn’t strong enough at this point, damn it! What was he supposed to do to become strong enough, was there something that he was missing?! Just what in the hell did it take to become as strong as this bastard that was mocking him right now!?
“Hm? Oh, you’re still alive, I was sure that I had managed to cut your vitals with that skill, seems you’re tougher than I gave you credit, congratulations. As for remembering, I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve ever met before; who are you?” he tried to sound like he was interested, but that apathetic tone was prominent through everything that he said to the downed fighter. That was all it took for that little sound that most people heard when something pushed them over the edge, that little snapping sound that signaled their last ounce of restraint was now gone. Using his electrokinesis he gathered electricity above him and concentrated it over the parts of his body that were cut up. Gritting his teeth he let loose the power as it struck him, electrocuting him, but also cauterizing his wounds at the same time. With no more blood loss, he could feel his body starting to regain its strength and pushed off of the ground, his aura burning brightly around his body. It looked like he had become a conduit for lightning, but that was just the way his aura took shape around him.
“You want to fucking run that by me again, asshole? You don’t fucking remember me? You arrogant son of a bitch, I will make you remember who the hell I am,” this bastard took the most important things in the universe from him, and he didn’t fucking remember? He didn’t do anything that could be visibly seen, but he flexed all his muscles to see how well they could function right now. Despite the wounds he had received his body was still able to react accordingly to the demands he made of it, which was good, he was going to be demanding a lot from his body in just a little while now. He had been using the opportunity on the ground to recover as much as he could before hitting himself with that blast of lightning. The pain he was experiencing was actually being pushed to the back of his mind by all the maddening rage that he was feeling, but he couldn’t let his anger control him either. Doing that was how he lost the last time as well. Bringing his hands over his head, he gathered his Ki quickly before releasing it in a powerful blast that ripped through the chamber at an incredible speed.
“Why are you so angry about me not remembering? If I remembered every insignificant person I ran across I would need a much better memory than I have right now,” the man was speaking true to who he was, but it still pissed Conri off. When the blast came hurtling at him the swordsman lowered himself into a guarded stance to deal with the incoming attack, his swords positioned as if to cut the energy beam into quarters. As the beam neared he drew back his arms and was slashing them forward when he was suddenly hit by a powerful electric blast, causing his muscles to spasm uncontrollably. That momentary lapse in his ability to defend himself ended with him being blasted full force by the Masenko that had been fired. Wiping a bit of blood from the simulations mouth, the man seemed to grin a bit in a true sense of enjoyment. While Saiyan were by nature excited by battle, this man seemed to be on an even different level of bloodlust than anyone he had ever encountered. Was this why he had been called for use against Conri? The fact that he seemed to be an even bigger monster than any Saiyan could hope to be? It seemed like that was the case, but he doubted it was something as simple as that at the same time. There had to be a reason for why he was called on that night, that or the church was an ever bigger group of assholes than he had imagined.
“You really don’t know why I would be angry? After what you did? You have the nerve to ask why I am so angry with you. The least you could do would be remember! You took everything from me that night, you and your goddamn church!” he didn’t even care about being reckless anymore as he charged forward armored fists meeting with sharpened blades. Sparks flying off in every direction as both sides tried to push each other, the first one to give any slack would be caught by a follow up attack. That was the battle that they were fighting directly while also fighting the battle in their minds, and Conri’s mind was not something to be trifled with no matter who his enemy. There was no time to work on a plan that would involve any kind of complicated maneuvering; instead he was going to have to throw out a big power against this guy to catch him off guard. There weren’t a whole lot of ideas that he could come up with though, his mind racing at a mile a second searching for some way to gain the upper hand against the swordsman.
“Did I? Well, I suppose if you’re here acting like this then I did, but I honestly don’t remember. If you were this interesting of a fight though I would like to think I’d remember,” the man’s voice holding a tone of amusement, he enjoyed this little spar now. Sparks flashed with each clash of fist and blade, while the pieces of armor were slowly chipped away, little time left now. His mind raced further back into his mind searching through every nook and cranny for an idea that could help him out here. What kind of technique could he create that would throw this bastard off guard enough to let him follow it up with a powerful hit? His eyes shifted back and forth as he both watched the swordsman and continued to force an idea for a technique to come into his head. That was when his mind did either something kind or cruel, he wasn’t sure which it could be considered at the time, but he saw Marisa appear in his memory. Something wrapped around her arms and…that was it! Now, if only he could remember how to recreate that and what it was called, he would be able to do something in this spar to make sure he didn’t die from a freaking simulation.
“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll make sure that you never forget who I am again,” his rage subsiding as his confidence returned now. He had a new weapon to use in his battles and he was going to introduce it now, something that he had been taught a long time ago. He couldn’t believe he had forgotten one of the most important techniques that Marisa had taught him, he was ashamed of himself for that. However, he remembered and it was time to reawaken the power and he began to concentrate on both his life force and his Ki. Trying to get them to merge and maintain a fine balance for him, the energy slowly turning red as it enveloped both his hands. The gauntlets exploded outwards as the spiraling energy took place around his arms, and launched his fist at the blade once more. When they connected the energy not only protected Conri’s hand, but also amplified his fists power to the point it shattered the sword in one strike. Not wanting to miss the chance to let his opponent feel the pain that he was about to inflict, he followed it up with a right hook, the red energy covering that arm as well.
When the hit landed the power unleashed was something not even the Half-Saiyan could believe, letting loose the power behind the strike as the kinetic energy behind it carried through his opponent and dented the wall with the door to the chamber out into the hall of the ship. He hadn’t even been trying to hold back the power when he punched, but he didn’t think it would be this potent either. The simulation had ended and before it completely disappeared the Half-Saiyan looked towards the disappearing head of his opponent. “Conri Lane, don’t forget it this time,” he turned and walked towards the controls for the gravity chamber and turned it off. His body lightening greatly, but he was now sapped of strength and needed to get some rest before arriving on New Vegeta. There was a lot of work to be done before then and he couldn’t just be laying down on the job the whole trip. “Marisa, get one of the rejuvenation pods ready in the medical area,” he requested of his ship’s AI.
“Yes, Conri, right away,” without another word he headed to the medical bay and jumped into the awaiting chamber, letting the healing liquids rush over him and begin their work. When he woke up, he would have to do some repair work on that door and wall. He couldn’t help the chuckle that came from his lips from seeing the power behind his new technique it was something that he couldn’t wait to try out at a later time. Maybe he would be able to use it against that bastard in person, but he knew he was a long way from another confrontation with him. The gap in power was far too great for him to consider himself a challenge. With those thoughts pushed away, Conri let sleep over take his body while his body recuperated from the damage it had taken and the exhaustion he felt.
(PL please gravity x15, simulator, and heavy weights. No idea what that all comes to lol)
[Tecnique: Sankanken: A technique he had learned a long time ago and has only just remembered recently. Combining his Ki and Life force, he wraps his arms in crimson colored energy that takes the shape of strange markings. When this ability is active, he the energy amplifies the power of his physical strikes allowing him to deal more devastating hits than normal. Lasts 3 posts]
