Inner Conflict (Ninjin)

[Emperor Ninjin Hattori]

Frigid launched himself into the air to avoid Ninjin’s tackle, a possibility that the experienced Saiyan had seen coming. The Icer was an experienced fighter and Ninjin had telegraphed the move. As he turned back to face the Icejin a small ball of ki formed in his opponents hand. With more force than Ninjin had seen from the Icejin thus far he launched the ball of ki. He backhanded with his left hand, throwing the blast away, sending it flying into the side of the building. Or that’s what he thought was going to happen. As soon as his arm connected with the blast it stuck there, enveloping his arm. A steady but small tugging feeling began. The Saiyan stared at it in half confusion half wonderment. What in the world was this?

It didn’t hurt, and it perhaps wasn’t having the full intended effect due to the disparity in their power-levels, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable. It felt as if his hand was asleep, and there was something draining it. He tried to remove it, but it seemed fixed onto his skin. Perhaps it could be burned off by ki energy. His hand filled with ki and the coating seemed to swell like a balloon. Ninjin’s eyebrow rose and the ki detonated, unable to move out of the coating. He was thrown backwards by the force of it, and his back smacked against the railing of the building. He fell forward onto his face. Slowly he raised his hand to look. The skin had been burnt off and blood was seeping down through the burnt patches. He smiled.

Slowly he raised himself off the ground using his right arm. He raised his left and pointed it at his opponent. A long spear of blood formed and launched at Frigid. How would he respond to this attack, or to Ninjin blowing his own arm up?

[Frigid]

The drain grenade connected, and Ninjin was surprised, but only for a minute. Forming a ball of ki in the same hand, Frigid watching thinking, "Bad ide-" before finishing the thought, the grenade detonated. This was something even Frigid had not expected. As the explosion enveloped the Saiyan, he was shot backwards, his body connecting with the railing behind him, twisting and warping the metal. As the dust cleared, Frigid was nearly horrified by what he saw.

Ninjin's arm was badly burnt, only charred flesh coating it now. As blood slowly pooled under him, he raised his arm, firing a spear of ki towards the Icejin. Such a quick rebound might surprise one, had they not been accustom to the drive a Saiyan had, and Frigid, having faced two in the tournament, was plenty accustomed. However to say he could avoid the blast would be a lie. The speed behind it was far too great. As it neared him, he crossed his arms, readying for impact. Deep within him he could feel his ki surging, it was as if he was readying a blast.

As instinct kicked in, Frigid released the energy from his core, a huge sphere of golden ki surrounding him. As the blast connected, it made its way half way through the sphere, nipping at the flesh of the Icejin's arms. Had the sphere activated any later, the blast would have easily went right through him. The backs of his arms bled, pooling around his feet, but compared to Ninjin, he was relatively unharmed. With a smirk, as the barrier and blast died around him, Frigid would drop down low, back into his stance, and hold his right hand out to motion to Ninjin: "Bring it". Though sorry about the arm, Frigid knew that now would not be the time for apologies. The saying was, "all is fair in war" after all, wasn't it?

Technique Unlocked:
Energy Barrier: Shield
This purely defensive technique forms a Ki-shield around the body that protects the user from Ki or similar attacks. This type of barrier forms a bubble around the user and is more powerful than the Self Barrier, but you cannot move without deactivating the barrier.

[Emperor Ninjin Hattori]

The spear of blood didn't have the desired effect. Instead a sphere of energy popped up around his Icer friend and mostly protected him, though the backs of his arms were cut up and bleeding. Ninjin's left hand still smoked from the detonation of the ki within the drain grenade. The skin was blacked and badly charred, and the pain was excruciating, though the prince's level of pain tolerance was legendary. He gritted his teeth and blocked it from his mind.

How had the barrier blocked so much? It had to have been because he was hurt... he couldn't have put his full effort into it. Frigid motioned for him to advance and resume his attack, and the bold prince was more than happy to oblige despite his current situation. He would never give up a fight from just losing the skin off of his arm.

With a surge from his bukujutsu he rushed forwards once more. It was true that he was primarily a melee fighter, using ranged attacks to open up his opponent to more melee assaults. He raised his hands and launched two ki blasts into the floor in front of frigid, sending up debris and a cloud of dust. The prince launched through the dust with a kick aimed for the Icer's center of mass. Should the kick hit The prince would bring his hand out directly in front of him fingers curled as if making a claw pointing at Frigid. Six large balls of ki in the shape of a star would form in the air above him. The prince then drags his clawed hand through the air and the ki balls crash towards the earth towards his foe, exploding violently on contact. Though this was only if the kick hit.

[Frigid]

There was no slowing Ninjin down. Even with a charred arm, the Saiyan kept fighting, his speed barely wavering. Just as soon as Frigid motioned to continue, Ninjin took off, rushing towards the Icejin. A quick barrage of blasts would leave the armor-clad man's hands, crashing into the floor in front of the Icejin, causing him to jump back as dust and debris flew into the air. The cloud that formed blocked Frigid's view of Ninjin as he neared him. There was almost a moment of silence, suspenseful silence.

However, the silence was shattered at the Saiyan broke through the cloud, his foot aimed for Frigid's torso. There was no time to react, Ninjin's speed too much for him as the foot connected hard; harder than any of the previous attacks, this one caused blood to escape his mouth in a violent cough. Lurching over, blood dripping from his lips, Frigid would be helpless for the man's next attack.

Frigid's eyes closed as he felt the heat of the six balls of ki above him. Now, more than ever, it was becoming painfully obvious that he was helpless in his base form. He could not stand on level ground with such a powerful warrior. That was apparent during the tournament, and apparent now. Perhaps this form was simply a shell. A shell to hold back something much more powerful. A simple mask to catch people off guard. Now, Ninjin was not one of those people he could catch off guard with a transformation, but this was all useful information to use at a different time.

If felt like an eternity before the spheres of ki were directed at the Icejin. And they connected, enough force to collapse the roof below Frigid's feet. Exploding violently, Frigid would be caught between six separate explosions, each with enough force to level a floor of the building. Dust and debris clouded up the surroundings as Frigid was blasted though three more floors of the building by the force of the attack alone. As his back collided with the floor under him, it sent him into a violent coughing fit, both from pain and the dust and debris, blood exploding out of his mouth.

He was in bad shape already, his skin charred, not as badly as Ninjin's, giving his Icejin shell, but bad enough for blood to pool around his body. It was hard to breath, as the dust settled on top of him, blanketing his beaten body, stinging his wounds. Internally, some ribs were probably broken, as sharp pains nipped as his lungs. Taking a breather, Frigid would hope his opponent would not advance, however he hoped he would not call the fight done just yet.

Slowly, the Icejin turned onto his stomach, each movement, however small, bringing pain shooting throughout his whole body. It was if he got hit by a truck, if that truck was lit on fire, and then exploded on impact. Fighting the pain, he would slowly rise to his feet, whipping the blood from his lips with a ragged arm, "P-perhaps we should... Move..." He called up to the Saiyan, best he could, looking around the tattered ruin of a building.

"I... Would like to... Take this little bout... To the next level..." Each word the Icejin spoke was a struggle in itself. Though the tournament had proved he could take more, he was far from 'okay'. Slowly lifting himself into the air, he hovered up towards the Saiyan, levitating above the large hole below him, "I would hate for us to... Level the city, just to test each other..." A smirk would cross his face as he looked into the air. The sky, perhaps the safest place for the two warriors so do battle; at least the safest spot for Beta Minor.

[Emperor Ninjin Hattori]

The roof below the Icer collapsed inwards with the force of the Icer slamming through them, this caused by six different explosions. It was a wonder the building itself was still standing after the attack, but they did tend to build them strong on Omega. Ninjin walked over to the hole and looked down. Many floors below him the Icer lay on his back. It was evident even from here the attack had taken its toll on the warrior. A pool of blood slowly formed around him, and for a moment a twinge of worry passed through the red-clad warrior. He hadn’t meant to kill his friend; this had only been a spar. His worry was assuaged when Frigid rolled over to his stomach.

He moved slowly, as one would were they just hit by a truck and lived to tell about it. The move was the most powerful the prince had in his arsenal thus far, was it a mistake to use it when there was such a disparity in their powers? Ninjin knew there was more to Frigid than just this form, he had seen it during the tournament and had been hoping to draw it out with the use of the move. Would the Icejin even be able to transform with his body in such a state?

The prince smirked as his friend called up to him. Yes perhaps it was time they moved their spar. Any more damage would surely call attention to them, and people lived nearby. He had no wish for any harm to come to any random civilians of Beta Minor.

The next bit caught him off guard. The next level? Ninjin too had within him more strength, despite the tattered and burnt flesh on his arm. How much more could the Icer take though? From where Ninjin was standing his friend looked hurt. Perhaps that was a ruse, or perhaps his friend was as tough as he himself was. He looked at the ground next to him and a purple color caught his eye. It was Frigid’s blood, a small pool of it from when the prince’s own blood had speared into his shield. It called to him like a siren, the Iblisian within him wanting to feed on it. He bit his lip and ignored the voice within him, even though he knew it would heal him were he to drink it. That part of him couldn’t be shown in public, the blood magic was one thing, healing by drinking blood was another thing entirely.

His attention turned back to Frigid as he joined him back on the roof, floating slightly above it. They had already caused some destruction to Beta Minor and had only been sparring for a few moments, how much more would they cause were they to take the spar “to the next level”? The red clad prince nodded and smiled.

“The last thing we want is Prometheus Zex showing up and telling us to stop. To the skies then.” Ninjin floated into the air, and then activated his bukujutsu to its full ability, aiming to catch the Icer around the waist and bring him high into the sky with him.

[Frigid]

The Icejin had taken the maximum amount of damage he thought his base form could take. There was no doubt that his sluggish flight, and jagged breather were an obvious sign of that. In his current state, he would not be able to continue, that being said, there was always his Brute form. It was a debate that was quickly decided as Ninjin grabbed him by the waist, hoisting him into the sky. He must have picked up on the signs that His attacked did a fair amount of damage.

As they pushed into the sky, clearing the clouds, Frigid would push himself away from the Saiyan Prince and smile, arms bending at a right angle at his sides, fists clenched tightly into balled fists, "Just in case you didn't get a good look during the tournament."

His golden ki exploded around him, circling him like a tornado. As his power grew, the ki began to spin faster and faster, growing higher and higher. As it peaked at his chin, his legs curled below him, his tail tucking tightly to his chest. Balling up, Frigid's body would begin to glow a bright, almost blinding white.

As his whole body disappeared behind the light, his silhouette would begin to distort. His legs would bulge, his back growing longer. His arms would explode outwards, in a painful display of power. As his head grew to the correct size for his body, he would uncurl, the white light gently fading.

A sly grin crossed his lips as his black horns twisted, and his tail tripled in size. Oh, how good it felt to be a Brute. Though the physical damage looked to have disappeared, it was still there, but with his new power, Frigid was able to shrug the pain off.

"I may not be able to fight you at full power... You're last attack took quite the toll," with a chuckle, he took his stance, "But I should be able to give you quite the run for your money."

His power topping out at three-fourths of its max (93,450), his speed would be more than enough to surpass the Saiyans. Waiting for a signal of readiness from his opponent, Frigid would prepare a barrage. On queue the Icejin would rush him, his right knee rearing up for a hardy knee to his stomach. If it connected, his hands would connect above the Saiyan's head, a powerful hammer fist to be brought down upon it. To finish the barrage, he would dart off, in an attempt to catch him. His tail would whip upwards, hopefully changing the Saiyan's direction and sending him back into the sky.

[Emperor Ninjin Hattori]

Frigid changed before the crown prince's very eyes. It was a familiar sight, he had seen this form in the final round of the tournamnet. It had been intimidating then a form that held so much power. Ninjin had been intentionally trying to draw it out this entire time. What better way to test himself then against one of the strongest warriors he knew? And it was no less intimidating standing in front of him, and with the red clad warrior having the knowledge that this beast he considered friend was about to use that full strenght to fight him. The crown prince smiled. Good. He would test himself.

The power that Frigid had during the tournament was more than the power he had currently, but that was to be expected. The damage Ninjin had done during the first part of their spar had taken its toll, though there was no idication of the damage that had been done, it was undoubted that the Icer still felt its effects.

At his current power Ninjin was no match for the Icejin. They both knew this, and so the Icer waited for a signal for him to commence. The Saiyan smiled.

"How noble of you." Ninjin brouht his arms to his sides and his muscles buldged. A look of intense determination passed across his face and set there. Winds swept up around him and ruffled his tattered cloak. His entire body swelled slightly, and his power crackled with electricity as golden lighting surged around his red aura. It was his true power, and yet it wasn't enough to match Frigid in his new form, even with the injuries he's sustained. Ninjin himself had sustained injuries as well, but he had been better off than Icer when they had both transformed.

He nodded towards his friend when the transformation was complete. Without further warning the Icejin advanced. Had he not transformed, the next few attacks would have leveled the prince, but in his new form his was able to endure. Ninjin brought his hands up and blocked most of the damage from the knee to the stomach, his arms straining with the effort. He failed to noticed the Icer's hands held in a hammer and coming down on his head. He fell through the air spinning as it connected. His vision was blured and barely noticed as the Icejin appeared beneath him, spinning. A weight like a steel beam connecting with his back reversed his direction. His back cracked and he groaned in pain.

With a burst of power he stopped his momentum, turning back to face the Icejin. The was pleanty of blood pouring from various injuries on his body. He held his hands in front of him, and slowly, as if trickling through the air, blood filled an orb of ki in his hands. The thing in his hand was an amagamation of ki and blood, and it took its toll on Ninjin to form.

He threw it violently at the Icejin below him. If the orb connected on the Icer's body, it would blow apart, the ki part of it exploding violently, the blood part hardening and being thrown like shrapnel in all directions.

[Technique Learned: Blood-Ki Grenade: Nijin holds his hands in front of him, and slowly, as if trickling through the air, blood fills an orb of ki in his hands. If the orb connects with his opponent's body, the orbs blows apart, the ki part of it exploding violently, the blood part hardening and being thrown like shrapnel in all directions.]

[Lord Zasham]

Blood-Ki Grenade approved.

[Frigid]

The Saiyan stopped himself in the air, after the blunt of Frigid's barrage had hit. Frigid's transformation had drove Ninjin to transform himself, and there was determination in his eyes. Though Frigid may have surprised the Saiyan with his rush, there was no doubt in his mind that the two were fighting on par. Ninjin's already red armor was darkening with his own blood, his physical damage looking greater than the Icejins. However, the Icejin was feeling the wear and tear of the intense attacks the Saiyan landed.

Watching intently as Ninjin placed his hand in front of him, Frigid could see blood pooling into a ball. It was another blood attack, like the spear, but this one was somehow familiar. Frigid's right hand opened, and softball-shaped blast forming in his hand. His own Hell Grenade. Though Frigid did not know the capabilities of such an attack, he had a feeling that they might similar to the grenade forming in his own hand.

As the ball of crimson-blood was whirled at Frigid, a sly grin crossed his face, hand cocking back to release his own. As the two blast barreled towards one another, Frigid could only watch, mentally preparing himself for what was to follow. If his Hell Grenade connect with the blast, it would form around it, stopping both attacks. The casing of ki around the attack would most likely detonate it, both attacks being amplified by the other. Frigid would only have time to cover his eyes with an arm as the two blasts would explode, ki and shards flying off in all directions.

Shrapnel would strike the Icejin, his hardy skin only able to deflect the tiniest of pieces. A roar of pain would leave his mouth as the shard pierce his skin, some actually traveling though his arm. It would be a horrific display as the ki would also wrap around him, causing the shards embedded in him to explode again. The pain, far too much, would cause the Icejin to fall towards the ground, as the whistling of the air passing him would grow.

Eyes fluttering, there would be no chance to see what damage was down to Ninjin. There was no chance to think. His arms falling to his side, Frigid would try to break his breathing, taking in a large breath. Then, his own ki forming around him, his body would smash violently into the ground below. Cratering around him, dust and debris would explode outward, blanketing the city with a hard fog. Though his barrier technique would block the blunt of the impact, the damage was intense.

(Apologies for quality. Trying to get back in the groove.)

[Emperor Ninjin Hattori]

Frigid's hand reached out and he formed an attack that seemed oddly familiar and similar to the one he was making himself. Ninjin had been attacked by the move no too long ago in the battle, and it just now came to him that perhaps that's where he had gotten the idea for his own move. Though his was formed with blood. The Icejin launched his own attack at the same time. They collided in the air and wrapped around each other. They imploded mid air and Ninjin's eyes grew wide. He dove to the side, hoping to avoid the blast, but in mid air it was hard to find anywhere or anything to hide behind. Blades of his own blood easily sliced through his armor and bit into his flesh. Was that what he was doing to other people? It hurt!

The ki explosion threw his body with more force than he could have imagined, sailing through the air until his body collided with something solid, glass and metal bending and smashing around him. The Saiyan's red armor fell away before his body did. He fell rapidly, twisting and turning as his body ragdolled through the air and then smashed almost as violently into the ground as the icejin's. A groan left the Saiyan's body as he twitched various body parts, making sure they were still in working order.

"You... You okay?" He called over to Frigid. He had to imagine that the Icer was in a similar state to himself.

[Frigid]

A violent cough escaped Frigid, a burst of his blood leaving his mouth. The call out from his Saiyan friend helped calm the Icejin. Taking a moment to compose himself before answering, he slowly sat up, spitting the rest of the blood from his mouth. Wiping an arm across his bloody face, he would smile, "Just... Dandy!" he would call back, shaking his head a little.

His hands would slowly move to the ground, in a sad attempt to pick himself up, excruciating pain shooting throughout his whole. As his knees curled under him, a groan escaping him, he would finally see the true extent of the damage to himself. Cuts and holes covered his arms and legs. Even his tail had been pierced in many places. Bloody sloly dripped from each wound, but most were charred from the blast, helping slow the flow. His arms had taken the blunt, having covered his face, and it showed as each barely responded to the Icejin's commands. But after a few minutes of shaking the damage off, a sliver of moment would return.

With much struggle, Frigid would get to his feet and slowly stand, the debris settling and revealing the chaos around them. Two large craters had formed under the two fighters, and it looked like Ninjin had just about taken a building out on his way down. People were all around, staring in awe as more and more gathered around them. Scratching the back of his head, Frigid would smile to them, "Sorry... To bother you all! I hope everyone... Is okay!" To Frigid, it didn't look like anyone was hurt, aside from himself and his Saiyan friend, which was good, but the ruins of the city block were something else.

Slowly making his way to his friend, he would stand over him, offering a hand to pick him up; that was if he hadn't already been standing in the few minutes it would take the Icejin to hobble over. A friendly smile on his face, he would let out a small laugh, "Suppose we can call... It a draw, huh?" There was no more fight in the Icejin, and surely no more fight left in the city. The two surely had done enough damage for the day, hadn't they?

[Emperor Ninjin Hattori]

Those gathered would be astonished that either the Saiyan Prince or the Icejin were even moving after the brutal beating they had given each other, and the size of the craters they had made. Ninjin smiled in his crater as his friend responded. Good. He was alive then. Ninjin's body smoked and bled into his crater. He had tons of available weapons around him, but he lacked the energy or the willpower to do it. Glancing up,the Saiyan prince could trail his path of destruction through the building and to the crater. Hopefully no one got hurt.

He heard his friend making his way through the gathered crowd, apologizing to those who had found there way there. Ninjin sighed, sending his thoughts to various parts of his body and trying to figure out what damage had been done. It didn't feel like anything was broken or fatal wounded, and when he opened his eyes his friend was standing in front of him. The Saiyan prince reached up and grabbed his friends hand, using both his friend and his own power to hoist himself up.

"I think a tie... is fair." Normally his Saiyan pride wouldn't let him accept a tie, but in the condition he and his friend were in would be death to continue, at least for one of them. Those gathered around them couldn't possibly understand why the duo were smiling, or why they seemed fine with the injuries they had sustained. But Frigid and Ninjin were warriors. They had shown their strengths to each other and in doing so had become even closer as friends. Coming to this world Ninjin Hattori had no friends, leaving it he had many, and was a changed man. He clapped his friend on the shoulder, though he did so lightly.

"If you thought this was something, wait till you come to New Vegeta." He added a wink. Frigid had agreed to come and train with the prince on New Vegeta, and he wasn't about to let it go, even if the Icer had other pressing matters to attend to first.

[Frigid]

(Concluded. Thank you for the awesome battle, Ninjin. PL Please.)

[Emperor Ninjin Hattori]

(Anytime my friend! Pl for me too)

[graderr]

Frigid - 3235 pl
Ninjin Hattori - 3050 pl