02-13-2005, 03:11 AM
Just as quickly as Bardock had permitted the sounds of glory to be received by his ears, he shut them out once again. A simple filtering of the reception his basic five senses allocated was an elementary focusing technique, allowing him complete and total control of his fixations without distraction. The crowd wanted nothing more than pure, unadulterated carnage, and their incessant squawking would not aid him. He knew that if he fell prey to their pressure, it would coerce him to make foolish mistakes, and a man of his limited intelligence could not afford such aberrations.
The young girl was ready, so now it was his turn. She had elected a plain fighting stance, one that permitted her with an effective defense and easy maneuverability, granting both offensive and defensive capability. The beauty of paradoxical simplistic complexities was lost on the older Saiyan. He tilted his head from side to side, angling his chin. The joints in his neck loosened and emitted their trademark cracking sound. Before him, the girl twitched slightly. Sight was lost upon her, so sound was her reliance. By simply hearing what was around her, she could discern the placement of objects?namely, Bardock.
The elder had relaxed his body, and now he must call upon the power that lay dormant within him once again. Deep within the belly of the beast, the central core of his energy was aroused by the will of its master. Flames of deep red were enkindled all around him, swirling upwards in a fiery torrent of pure Ki. Fine black spikes of hair swayed and twisted in perfect harmony with the forces that nudged them to the skies. It was time to let go. His head snapped back and a deep rumble flowed from low in his throat, filling the air around him with its primal pitch. Well-defined veins tunneled along the surface of his skin, the compulsion of the body they served. Every tendon tightened, the sinew that stitched the brawn constricting in preparation for battle, appealing to the hardness of his aesthetic image. Bardock immersed himself in his darker side, allowing the pure Saiya-jin essence to take over. His face showed pure concentration, but within he was wickedly grinning. The ring beneath his feet began to give way to his manufacturing. Cracks snaked out from beneath his boots, sounding off their resentment to the threat of their livelihood. Small, imperfect chunks of the stuff began to rise. A mighty gale of unnatural wind emanated from Bardock?s body, striking the blind child that stood unfalteringly in his wake. She remained poised and unwavering, the clothes that garbed her body flapping rapidly. Bardock?s scream slowly died down, his gaping jaw closing as his chin became level with his chest again. The clattering staccato of stones could be heard as they were released from their reversed gravitational pull. Tendrils of steaming white energy were discharged from the Saiya-jin?s figure, a byproduct of the sudden and forced release of his true power. Yes, he had unleashed his maximum. Bardock could see that nothing would be gained by gamesmanship here. What was the point of holding back?
Had his opponent been able to see, she would have gazed upon a Saiyan standing in full fluorescence, his tail twitching in anticipation. There was nothing left to do but to fight now. Beyond the stage, the audience was growing impatient. The light show had not abated their thirsts.
Patiently, a boot came forward slightly and clapped down on the tiles. Another stepped past the first and came down again, faster and farther this time. Yet another followed, again at an increased rate. Before long, the pace accelerated to a run as Bardock charged his younger foe, the dancing spikes of energy in his aura trailing behind him. In the darkness of her perception, the youth was fully aware of his approach. She probed her immediate surroundings, both sound and sense combined to create a rather remarkable radar. The resonance of his steps was augmented to the blind. She knew exactly where he was: right in front of her. Next was being able to ?see? his first move. A thing subtle to most people was the most minute of air currents. It became an ally of the juvenile. A slight, almost negligible rush of wind brushed against her skin. The noise of two steps was gone, but the sweeping sound of a single shoe sole against stone remained. Each different symptom was critical in determining the attack. Both conjoined?to form the precursor to a kick! She raised a forearm to block. The very next thing she felt was pressure against that limb, followed by an audible gasp.
WHAT?!
Bardock was stunned! Back in the world of the seeing, his leg was extended, balked by this girl?s block. The sight was almost whimsical, and sent the congregation into fits of hysterics. Clearly this girl was so in tune with subtle forces that she didn?t need to see to fight, an underestimation, which redefined his predetermination. His brows furrowed in conviction. The blindness was not a weakness. In fact, it may even be construed as an asset.
The Saiya-jin male backed off. His mind raced trying to decide whether to find a way to manipulate this factor or try and brawn his way to a win. Pending didn?t take too long. His tendencies slanted to the brutish style. He leaned in forward for an uppercut. The signs were nearly the same: the rush of air, the concentration of a moving body of Ki. The young one lowered her hands and met with the attack before it hit its destined target. Ten tiny fingers were what were required to stop one of his meaty claws. Bardock instantly utilized his speed for the second phase of his assailment. He caught her a tough one across the face. She was flung to the side, but ricocheted with a spring in her step. A close range fight proved a disadvantage, as he had longer arms and legs. Size, to some degree, did matter. Bardock stared at her. It hit him like lightning. Where he had seen her before. But he had to make sure. He let her lead the next dance. The girl came barreling in. Clouds of granulated tile squalled around her, kicking up as she blasted off. A bolt of energy came blasting. Bardock smacked the ill-fated attack away with ease, and caught her follow-up punch easily, his hand overwhelming her own. His feet slid back centimeters by the force of her impending momentum. Tucking her knees in, she manipulated her inertia by bowing her body and bringing her legs out underneath Bardock?s arm. He was too slow, and was pike-kicked in the gut. His thick fingers released their hold as he stumbled back, the wind knocked out of him. She was distinctly on top of the fight, but he planned to change it. As soon as he got his breath back, that is?
Pushing off his well-muscled abs, the adolescent gracefully flipped backwards, her feet landing almost silently onto the ring floor. Immediately resumed was her defensive stance, but it didn?t hold for long. Almost as if she were a descendent of the Saiya-jin race, she was not satisfied with a recess.
?MASENKO-HA!? came the cry.
The giant specialty bore down on the flustered Bardock. He could do nothing but put his hands up to stop it. His left leg faltered back, with his right knee lunged forward. The power to halt it lay in his lower body. The Masenko sizzled and crackled with dark intentions, a sharp whistling sound preceding its inevitable approach. White and blue clashed with tan as the hot energy hit. A shockwave was sent along his arms as the force of the attack was felt. Boot scraping against stone was perceived by the younger warrior, and she knew he was being pressured backwards. Then she heard a chuckle.
?You have to give me more credit than that, kid,? her opponent laughed. That voice?
Scraping became slapping. He was running, running towards her with her own attack. It had not overwhelmed him, merely provided him a means of his own little assault. Bardock let out a grunt and executed a stylish spinning back kick, launching the giant sphere in the alternate direction it had been intended. The girl flinched before jumping into the air, her own blast missing her narrowly. So startled was she that she did not feel the currents around her change. Bardock appeared behind her in the air. Beyond them, the rogue Masenko blasted a large portion of the audience. An aftermath wave of wind was generated in the fighters? direction, ruffling their identical black hair. Up close, their facial structure was so much alike?
?It?s been awhile?Pan?? Bardock smiled.
OOC: Nothin? like a good ol? family reunion.
The young girl was ready, so now it was his turn. She had elected a plain fighting stance, one that permitted her with an effective defense and easy maneuverability, granting both offensive and defensive capability. The beauty of paradoxical simplistic complexities was lost on the older Saiyan. He tilted his head from side to side, angling his chin. The joints in his neck loosened and emitted their trademark cracking sound. Before him, the girl twitched slightly. Sight was lost upon her, so sound was her reliance. By simply hearing what was around her, she could discern the placement of objects?namely, Bardock.
The elder had relaxed his body, and now he must call upon the power that lay dormant within him once again. Deep within the belly of the beast, the central core of his energy was aroused by the will of its master. Flames of deep red were enkindled all around him, swirling upwards in a fiery torrent of pure Ki. Fine black spikes of hair swayed and twisted in perfect harmony with the forces that nudged them to the skies. It was time to let go. His head snapped back and a deep rumble flowed from low in his throat, filling the air around him with its primal pitch. Well-defined veins tunneled along the surface of his skin, the compulsion of the body they served. Every tendon tightened, the sinew that stitched the brawn constricting in preparation for battle, appealing to the hardness of his aesthetic image. Bardock immersed himself in his darker side, allowing the pure Saiya-jin essence to take over. His face showed pure concentration, but within he was wickedly grinning. The ring beneath his feet began to give way to his manufacturing. Cracks snaked out from beneath his boots, sounding off their resentment to the threat of their livelihood. Small, imperfect chunks of the stuff began to rise. A mighty gale of unnatural wind emanated from Bardock?s body, striking the blind child that stood unfalteringly in his wake. She remained poised and unwavering, the clothes that garbed her body flapping rapidly. Bardock?s scream slowly died down, his gaping jaw closing as his chin became level with his chest again. The clattering staccato of stones could be heard as they were released from their reversed gravitational pull. Tendrils of steaming white energy were discharged from the Saiya-jin?s figure, a byproduct of the sudden and forced release of his true power. Yes, he had unleashed his maximum. Bardock could see that nothing would be gained by gamesmanship here. What was the point of holding back?
Had his opponent been able to see, she would have gazed upon a Saiyan standing in full fluorescence, his tail twitching in anticipation. There was nothing left to do but to fight now. Beyond the stage, the audience was growing impatient. The light show had not abated their thirsts.
Patiently, a boot came forward slightly and clapped down on the tiles. Another stepped past the first and came down again, faster and farther this time. Yet another followed, again at an increased rate. Before long, the pace accelerated to a run as Bardock charged his younger foe, the dancing spikes of energy in his aura trailing behind him. In the darkness of her perception, the youth was fully aware of his approach. She probed her immediate surroundings, both sound and sense combined to create a rather remarkable radar. The resonance of his steps was augmented to the blind. She knew exactly where he was: right in front of her. Next was being able to ?see? his first move. A thing subtle to most people was the most minute of air currents. It became an ally of the juvenile. A slight, almost negligible rush of wind brushed against her skin. The noise of two steps was gone, but the sweeping sound of a single shoe sole against stone remained. Each different symptom was critical in determining the attack. Both conjoined?to form the precursor to a kick! She raised a forearm to block. The very next thing she felt was pressure against that limb, followed by an audible gasp.
WHAT?!
Bardock was stunned! Back in the world of the seeing, his leg was extended, balked by this girl?s block. The sight was almost whimsical, and sent the congregation into fits of hysterics. Clearly this girl was so in tune with subtle forces that she didn?t need to see to fight, an underestimation, which redefined his predetermination. His brows furrowed in conviction. The blindness was not a weakness. In fact, it may even be construed as an asset.
The Saiya-jin male backed off. His mind raced trying to decide whether to find a way to manipulate this factor or try and brawn his way to a win. Pending didn?t take too long. His tendencies slanted to the brutish style. He leaned in forward for an uppercut. The signs were nearly the same: the rush of air, the concentration of a moving body of Ki. The young one lowered her hands and met with the attack before it hit its destined target. Ten tiny fingers were what were required to stop one of his meaty claws. Bardock instantly utilized his speed for the second phase of his assailment. He caught her a tough one across the face. She was flung to the side, but ricocheted with a spring in her step. A close range fight proved a disadvantage, as he had longer arms and legs. Size, to some degree, did matter. Bardock stared at her. It hit him like lightning. Where he had seen her before. But he had to make sure. He let her lead the next dance. The girl came barreling in. Clouds of granulated tile squalled around her, kicking up as she blasted off. A bolt of energy came blasting. Bardock smacked the ill-fated attack away with ease, and caught her follow-up punch easily, his hand overwhelming her own. His feet slid back centimeters by the force of her impending momentum. Tucking her knees in, she manipulated her inertia by bowing her body and bringing her legs out underneath Bardock?s arm. He was too slow, and was pike-kicked in the gut. His thick fingers released their hold as he stumbled back, the wind knocked out of him. She was distinctly on top of the fight, but he planned to change it. As soon as he got his breath back, that is?
Pushing off his well-muscled abs, the adolescent gracefully flipped backwards, her feet landing almost silently onto the ring floor. Immediately resumed was her defensive stance, but it didn?t hold for long. Almost as if she were a descendent of the Saiya-jin race, she was not satisfied with a recess.
?MASENKO-HA!? came the cry.
The giant specialty bore down on the flustered Bardock. He could do nothing but put his hands up to stop it. His left leg faltered back, with his right knee lunged forward. The power to halt it lay in his lower body. The Masenko sizzled and crackled with dark intentions, a sharp whistling sound preceding its inevitable approach. White and blue clashed with tan as the hot energy hit. A shockwave was sent along his arms as the force of the attack was felt. Boot scraping against stone was perceived by the younger warrior, and she knew he was being pressured backwards. Then she heard a chuckle.
?You have to give me more credit than that, kid,? her opponent laughed. That voice?
Scraping became slapping. He was running, running towards her with her own attack. It had not overwhelmed him, merely provided him a means of his own little assault. Bardock let out a grunt and executed a stylish spinning back kick, launching the giant sphere in the alternate direction it had been intended. The girl flinched before jumping into the air, her own blast missing her narrowly. So startled was she that she did not feel the currents around her change. Bardock appeared behind her in the air. Beyond them, the rogue Masenko blasted a large portion of the audience. An aftermath wave of wind was generated in the fighters? direction, ruffling their identical black hair. Up close, their facial structure was so much alike?
?It?s been awhile?Pan?? Bardock smiled.
OOC: Nothin? like a good ol? family reunion.
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