[PS] Burter's Dojo

[Kami]

Good... Kami thought to himself. This young one was confident and enjoyed a good fight. The Namekian had just ducked the last of the punches that came his way and as one more left hook seemed to sneak it's way towards his face he stepped to the right and slapped the back of Pikkon's hand. The younger fighter had a suprised look on his face, which quickly went back to the determined furrowed brow he was wearing before.

"You're hiding something aren't you." he said to Kami. The old Namek took a small bow, his eyes never leaving his opponent.

"It wouldn't be the first time." and with that he made a quick movement towards Pikkon. It was only a feint, and Pikkon fell for it, leaping backwards in preparation for a strike that never came. Kami let out a small chuckle to himself. "You're too tense kid. One of the things you learn to do with old age is loosen up a bit!"

Pikkon was glad he picked a fight with this old guy, and was interested to see how much of his potential he was really going to see. They both rushed in, meeting at the center of the room. Going blow for blow with one another, the two seemed to be at a standstill. Kami wasn't landing any punches, Pikkon blocked the combos that came his way and sent back a few of his own. The volleys on either side continued with no obvious victor.

The Namekian wise-ass let a combo slip past him, just to see how hard this kid was playing. The pucnes struck firmly, but didn't do much damage. He continued to take another barrage from the much younger fighter. He was having a little too much fun with the kid, so he decided he needed to punch him back.

Pikkon was feeling more and more confident as the fight rolled onwards. Kami was loosing ground and he couldn't be happier about it. The elation suddenly turned sour as he was met with a new realization iin the form of Kami's fist in his stomach. The Namekian took several coldly calculated strikes back to the body of the younger fighter, not swinging any harder than his opponent, but hard enough to let him know he wasn't screwing around.

Being old wasn't a hinderance for Kami, he loved to work it to his advantage when he could, but it usually didn't take long for actions to speak louder than words. "Good kid, that was pretty good. I can see you've put in a fair amount of practice." Pikkon said nothing. "But now why don't you actually try a little bit? We could do this all day, and I really would love to get to that nap."