1. ✧The warm up had finished, his muscles and joints had lost any tightness to them as he loosened them up. His sparring partner had asked if he was ready to begin, to which Pars would respond with a nod and slamming his fists together. “Let’s start already…” There was a slight irritation behind his words, subtle thoughts still plaguing his mind having added onto it. He took on a stance, one different than his usual preferred method of fighting. He stood with his front facing Runi, legs were slightly spread, knees slightly bent, his right arm down by his side, palm facing up, while his left hand and foot was placed in front of him. This was his current stance, still in development as he intended on making his own fighting style.
2.Usually, Pars would rush in first to strike, regardless of any advantage he’d have in doing so. It was that hot bloodedness of his that encouraged this reckless behavior typically, but, now he had to put more focus on actual technical skill and strategy. Or at the very least he tried to, an instinctual drive to charge forward as he usually did bubbling up within. He did his best to remain patient, standing there with his whole focus being on Runi’s movements. He waited for an opening to show itself or for him to move first, but his patience quickly began to wear thin.
3.Seemingly, his patience had lost to his eagerness as Pars dashed toward Runi with a strong step from his left leg. He kept both arms in position, keeping them ready for any kind of use. Though it seemed like he was simply rushing in as he usually did, there was some planning in his head. He had considered the distance between the two of them, what Runi could do at that distance, and the first action he may take. The results lead to Pars taking this leap forward as he quickly closed the distance between them.
4.Just as Runi entered Pars’ range, the Saiyan would throw a palm strike with his right hand, aiming it for his teacher’s nose. Though the intent to do damage was certainly there, there was another purpose to this first strike. Rather than wait for Runi to make the first move, Pars had opted to make him react, to open himself to a potential counter from Pars. It should be said once more that normally Pars would have recklessly started fighting without a clear plan, simply attacking wildly like a beast. But this was different, he had decided to think just a bit more on his fighting. Though he didn't think he would be able to develop a technical mind like Runi's, Pars would simply hope he at least could add technique and strategy into his developing martial arts.
5.The moment Runi reacted to the palm strike, the right leg which Pars kept back would suddenly thrust forward. His right knee flew, aiming for Runi's abdomen at a hard speed. Though his mind wasn't too sure if this was the right move, his guts told him otherwise, and how could he ignore them? Indeed, though he would do his best to become technical, his overall fighting style wouldn’t suddenly revolve around it, rather he was adopting the idea of being technical. He desired to develop a martial art that used his typical fighting style while broadening its adaptability. If he could successfully apply technical skill to it, he should have a better chance at handling more opponents.
6.Though he did his best to keep his mind clear from any impurities, the frustration of their current situation wouldn’t leave him alone. It began to show in his movements and attacks, how he threw his palm and knee strike. There was an underlying aggravation that subtly controlled his movements, a desire to release the pent up stress. It wasn’t hard to tell either, at least it shouldn’t be. While his intent was to move more technically, his movements had a rough feeling to them.
His mouth let out a sigh before he sucked it back up and a crisp inhale. His hands would grip and his eyes closed. His body would lose all tension. His head lifted as he let the chi enter and exit his body naturally. Being afraid of loss wouldn't put him in a disarry if he calmed himself enough. His eyes opened a bit as he stared towards Pars and let a slight smile grow across his face and pushed his hands out to the side. He would have to do all he could in order to beat this massive giant, and that's what he was going to try to do.
His hands went out to the side to burst forward to meet the man halfway. It wasn't going to be the defensive by backing away from a bigger opponent. His gaze would falter while he put his hands up in a boxing like stance to increase his defensive prowess as the dust kicked up behind him. This training was going to be about capitalizing on his larger attacks his bigger blows. His exhale would be followed by his fist gripping tighter to show his muscles were more developed in his arms as he stepped, instead of floating.
Runi's eyes widened as the palm flew forward towards him. That was a hand, and it was bigger than his torso as he moved his head downward as he felt the pressure shoot past him and his hair twirled in the force that it sent his way. His feet would push down to keep a strong stance as he smiled. "Well, I can't say you're not getting better. Which is a scary thought." He'd call out towards Pars. The blow still rattling the area behind him while he gave a look of calculation to what he was going to next. His hands moving swiftly, it needed to or this man would crush him.
Runi's arms crossed as he felt Pars' transistion into a knee flying forth into him. His body shaken by the attack slides backwards a bit as his mouth gasps for air. His body shook by the fact of the matter. His arms were feeling the numbness of the offensive blow and his gaze would depart as his eyes closed and he would feel the ground rupture under his feet as he dragged them back trying to stop himself. His mouth panting while opening one eye.
"You're. . .Getting alot better" He'd commend while stammering back forth. "Your gap in skill, is overcome by raw talent." His eyes squint a bit as he sighs and moves his feet apart, preparing his stance once more. "This isn't something I'm use to. I've trained hard from the day I was able to, til the day I gave up, and even with the intense training I had, I couldn't imagine overcoming you. . .If I wasn't the Martial Artist before I was." He'd call out in confidence while leaning forth.
His fingers would move forward while looking at his face, his grinning expression was new as his weary eyes closed around halfway. His body surging with ki within. His mouth let out a slight chuckle, the man's gaze on the small sigil that he had placed on his knee. His fingers would move to a snapping position as he blinked slowly. "Boom." He'd call out while the fire symbol exploded on his knee.
1.✧His pseudo-mentor who had noted Pars’ improvement, a bit of pride going to him as the Saiyan smirked in response. “Means a lot, but I’m not even near the halfway point.” He recognized that he still had ways to go before he was satisfied, and he opted to get to the goal line before long. There was a path he had in mind to get there, one that had already made him act against habits. He knew that adding technical skill to himself would be tough, but there would be plenty of worth behind it.
2.Runi was able to block the Saiyan’s combo, but was still blown back by the impact. There was a hint of satisfaction behind things like that, there always was. He enjoyed the feeling of his attack being able to shake one’s guard, even if it was as simple as pushing them back from the impact. Not just that, but the feeling of his hit slamming against a solid block felt even greater. It wasn’t just getting a solid impact in, but rather seeing what he hit being able to still stand inherently gave him the feeling of wanting to do more. Indeed, there was such a satisfying thing as wanting to break someone’s solid guard completely, and Pars, even while sparring, wanted to see it.
3.Another compliment was given, how the Saiyan’s strength was enough to make up for the gap in skill between them. Pars more than knew that gap was true, it was what started him on this path after all. Though he was incredibly proud of his strength, he still wanted to add more to it. After sparring with Runi the first time and fighting Klay the last time, there was a lack of satisfaction in how he fought them. There was a feeling he could have done more in their clashes, he wanted to reconcile that.
4.Just as he was about to agree, or at least partially, the Saiyan noticed something on his knee. It was a rune, one of Runi’s, something Pars had grown to recognize in their six months together. He smirked in response, knowing full well that he was caught in his sparring partner’s trap. Before he knew it, the rune activated, flames bursting from the magic symbol and consuming Pars. The heat was intense, there was no surprise there as he felt the damage begin to build up from the flames, but it wouldn’t be enough to discourage the Saiyan as he would fire a ki blast at Runi. (-10 KP)
5.As the ki blast was thrown, the Saiyan would jump in an arc toward Runi. Jumping through the flames, Pars’ body soared through the air while closing the distance between himself and his mentor. While in midair, Pars performed a motion similar to a Barani flip, his body having a more pronounced corkscrew motion to it as he transitions from facing one direction to the opposite. With his legs facing Runi, the Saiyan would swing both legs down inna chopping motion. While his right leg aimed for Runi's head, the other leg would go for his left shoulder.
6.Pars watched as he swung his legs down at Runi, a clear intent to do damage. Though they were sparring, Pars wasn't one to hold back too much. The thrill for combat was still very much there, Pars eagerly seeking out harder clashing between them. The frustration was still there of course, the need to vent out his anger. But it was a bit less now that the fight had started and his pride was fed, however it wouldn't quite leave him yet.
Seeing the explosion happen as he closed his eyes. His head would slowly move up in down in approval to his reaction as his mouth kept that near grim smile. His body didn't seem to leave the position as his feet huckered down and got into his stance. Runi's gaze never shifting from the man seeing as the flames erupted just as he planned, he should really try to do this more often. Though even with that in the back of his head, he needed to know how effective it was against the hulking specimen.
Before seeping too deep into his glorious plot, it seems that the student was quick to retaliate. His eyes squinted at the build up in ki from his palm. He couldn't take something like that head on and continue to battle. Runi's hands flew to either side as he closed his specs. His mouth hummed a bit while his ki made his body glow a slight bit and produced a white ki around him. Though as the blast flew across the air he was able to create a barrier orb around himself in the knick of time to defend from it. It wasn't something that usually took so long, and with it doing so, he would stare to his palm, thinking if he had lost his touch.
"Ya know. . .You're getting really quick with your thoughts." He'd begin while looking to his hands and then the barrier. "Your offense is an onslaught, a perfect style for someone of your calibur. Though even with it, you can't get too cocky. The timing of you-" He'd pause seeing the leg come in and his voice yelped a bit feeling the barrier crash and his hands pushed out to shoot a stream of air to knock him off course. It would avoid the brunt of the kicks damage.
Runi's mouth let's out a few pants. He wanted his voice to raise to a yell as he held a finger out, and then thought for a bit and calmed. "Your emotions." He'd start while floating with a hand by his side. "They are overcoming you in the worst way. You haven't changed with that." He would call out. "The more you get angry, the less you think. The more sad you get, the less rational you become. . .And the more excited you get, the more anxious your attacks become. You need to master the preservation of emotions still. . .Being eager isn't gonna help us. . ." He'd tell him before moving his feet apart and reaching back.
"She's. . .She's not gonna come to wipe our tears big guy. . .We aren't gonna blow up this rock trying to get to her. We can't just let our sadness gripe us like this." He'd call out while his eyes close. "We're not gonna let our emotions put us out of our norm. . .Because that's not gonna help." He would murmur, the conversation mostly to himself due to his current emotional state. But with that, he wouldn't let it down him. He needed to stay confident, to be regal and unchanging in form until they got her back. His guard needed to be in tip top shape.
His eyes lock onto the hulk of man and he would draw from his pouch two odd looking weapons. The daggers were ornate with carvings and curved to the tip. The sharpness was visible from the design and as one glew blue, the other glew red. His mouth formed a smile, trying to knock off the cold feeling he was giving himself. Though without missing a beat. He would call out. ". . .Now with that out of the way. You still wanna continue?" His voice with a bit more vigor than before.
1.✧As the Saiyan's kick fell, it would clash against a barrier instead of their intended target. Pars hadn't expected him to have gotten a defense up so quickly, which of course had impressed the Saiyan. Despite its seeming solidity, Pars’ kick had smashed through it. Before it could completely dissipate,Pars would kick off a shard of it, back flipping back into his stance. Just as before, Pars felt a good deal of satisfaction after being able to break that defense.
2.The impact from the kick and barrier breaking from it seemed to have sent Runi back a bit, a smirk of confidence returning to Pars. But just as it came, it would falter. Before another move could be made, Runi spoke to Pars. He had given him words about his emotions, how allowing them to explode wouldn’t help them. The Saiyan grimaced slightly, not wanting to admit it, but he had to. “You’re right..I’ll keep that mind.” With that said, Pars would take a calming breath, another attempt to empty his mind of its impurities.
3.Putting on a face of clam, Pars would do his best to keep his emotions at bay. With his current goal, he couldn’t allow them to have as much free control as they used to. He needed to be in control, he needed to be able to use his fury rather than allow it to use him. Though it was very easy to do so, if he wanted to grow as a fighter he would have to cross that bridge. The Saiyan would watch as the Earthling pulled out a pair of daggers, a bit of eagerness showing on Pars’ face. “Raising the danger level a bit huh? Always know how to make sparring fun.” He commented, loosening his stance a bit as he got ready to move.
4.With no delay whatsoever, the Saiyan began to use footwork, moving his legs in a more efficient way rather than a simple dash forward. With his speed and the leg movement, he began to close the distance between them much sooner than usual. He was used to simply using all of his speed in dashing bursts to close the distance. But within time, he began to realize there was no efficiency behind that. While it got the job done, he burned energy more quickly, and made it more readable.
5.Once he was in arm’s reach, Pars leaned forward on his left leg and threw a quick jab aimed for Runi’s face. Calm had returned to the Saiyan, he was thinking more clearly on what to do. Needing to land a solid hit, Pars would have to control the rhythm of the fight, he couldn’t let Runi have the reins to it. There was as well a feeling of flow to moving and fighting like this, one he wasn’t used to. He was growing more accustomed to this kind of fighting, more than he realized.
6.As the jab was thrown, Pars’ fist loosened, opening slightly more. Whether or not the initial jab landed, his hand would suddenly change gestures, going from a fist to a claw. As an immediate follow up, whether or not the jab was blocked, the Saiyan attempted to land a raking palm against Runi’s face. He really did appreciate learning about the different kinds of attacks one could do with their hands besides simply a fist. Though a fist was the easier road, having more versatility to arm strikes was more useful. This wasn’t to say he wouldn’t learn different methods of throwing a bunch as well of course.
Runi's hands grip onto the handles as he let the blades run down his forearms to let them be used a bit more defensively. Runi's eyes locked onto the gaze of the man before him and he opened his mouth. "You understand control of Ki right?" He'd call while they slowly began to have their caligraphy traced with an orange light and then the light engulfed them while he leaned forward. "Well did you know that it is able to not only extend through the body, but items as well. Allowing you to increase the power, durability, and range of weapons and the strength of armor." He called out while beckoning Pars. "Let's test it out."
He would watch the first move eagerly as he crossed the weapons before him and sank to the ground, gliding a bit, his toe picking up rocks as he moved. He would look to his feet as it seems he was trying to increase his dexterity with whatever he was doing. The speed and movements of Pars increased tremendously while his fighting style had added onto his monsterous strengths. This could be the makings of the ultimate war machine, or the greatest martial artist.
His cross guard would catch the blow feeling the ground beneath him crumble. His hands shook as he felt the tips dig into his arms. His eye winces as he struggles to keep ground, though he is knocked off into a different scene with the attack. A grunt comes from his mouth as he slides back from the jab alone. Runi opens his eyes and watches the next strike coming. His eyes glow a moment before he shakes his head. "Not yet." He murmurs while he watches the man gain on him quickly.
His arms move to a more open position as he spins gracefully. The motion and momentum gained from it would add to the flare of his ki firing off from the blades, his weapons aimed to the attack that he had aimed towards him to counter his current motions. He would use it to avoid the damaging blow that was to come, and possibly slash the arm to gain the upper hand. Runi's eyes sharpening as he spins continuously under the hold of the man. It was scary knowing how strong he was and how close to damaging him he was.
The motion would continue to duck around the attack until his feet kicked up in a psuedo cartwheel and shot his body off to the side and put him far off. His feet planting on the other side of him. Runi's acrobatics were based around his speed and flexibility. The man's body was able to nimbley avoid the giant's rage and with that, Runi planted his feet down onto the floor and stood up straight slowly. His mouth fixed in a determined look for a few moments.
Though after his brow filled with sweat as he looked off to the side and rubbed under his nose. "Y-you're really getting to that point aren't you?" He'd say while closing one eye. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were out for blood right about now, but that's not the case. Right? . . .Right?" He'd say before waiting a moment and leaning into a stance once more. He began to feel nervous about how serious things had become.
1.✧The Saiyain listened to Runi’s explanation for the technique he used on the short blades. Once again, he was impressed. The use of the technique could effectively add plenty in terms of defense and offense. He wanted to see what else he could do with the technique, what it could be applied to. Even if an opponent had a higher defense than Runi’s attacks, surely this technique would help.
2.Pars watched as Runi had slid back from the jab and then parried the raking palm. The Saiyan was sure he could have gotten something in there, but as expected Runi had reacted marvelously. Such movements were what Pars aspired to add to his repertoire. To be able to counter or parry an attack so fluidly would surely make him more effective as a fighter. Perhaps the Saiyan could ask for some lessons later, but for now he would have to focus on the spar.
3.Putting the potential lessons in the back of his mind for later, Pars would quickly put his mind back on the spar. The Saiyan wouldn’t allow Runi to get any breathing room, as that could put him in an advantage with his fighting style. With more footwork, Pars once again would close the distance between them. He chased after Runi and upon getting closer would ready his arm for an attack. With a quick changing of his position, his left elbow would be thrusted toward Runi’s sternum.
4.Pars of course had two separate follow ups depending on how Runi reacted to the elbow. If it hit its mark, having an impact to knock some air out, Pars would throw his back fist vertically to Runi’s face. The elbow would debilitate him while the back fist would knock him back. If parried or avoided the elbow, Pars would immediately follow with a reverse roundhouse with his right leg, aiming for Runi’s temple. His heel making contact would make up for the missed elbow if it came to that.
5.He was given praise once again, Pars noticing the sweat on Runi. The Saiyan’s pride in this new way of fighting certainly was growing, it had been for a while. Pars considered himself a fast learner, so naturally he enjoyed knowing that he was showing improvement in something that would be unfamiliar to him. But, Pars wouldn’t be completely satisfied until he gained Runi’s full approval on the Saiyan’s martial art. Indeed, he could hear praise all day, but it all wouldn’t mean a thing if what Pars was trying to accomplish didn’t meet his mentor’s approval.
6.Indeed, there was no other person who he desired approval from with this martial art more than Runi’s. Afterall, it was his fighting style that had finally opened Pars’ eyes to the benefits of technical fighting. He had slacked on the idea for so long that it made the Saiyan frustrated with himself when he finally set himself on this path. Even when he felt he had made some headway, he still felt unsatisfied. He needed to add technique to his martial art that could be on par with Runi’s, that was his current goal.
Looking down, it seems as though his feet never stopped prowling or moving. His body was on a timer of when he would pounce, but the way he would pounce is what got the man in white. Runi's gaze would squint as he prepared to defend while keeping an eye on the feet of Pars. He learned alot. Maybe sparring with him was getting to dangerous for him not to put in alot of effort. Runi would grip his blades and gulp a bit before prepping his next set of moves.
Runi would look up Pars as he moved and felt the motion was too soon from when he was watching his feet. His hands would move but all in all, his body would be laid across the man's arm with his mouth agape. His lungs losing all air as he tried his best not to show pure defeat. His mouth letting a small string of coughs out as he leaned on the man's arm. He had taken a direct hit and his body shivered with discomfort. He wanted to grab onto anything that would give him the ability to breath again, though he didn't have time for that it seemed.
Runi's eyes watched as the fist would come towards his face. That was it, if this hit, he would be down for the count. Runi's mouth gritted a bit, and he pulled his blades together. He didn't even have enough wind in him to fully move at top speed. His arms would use a swift, and sloppy chopping motion to slapp off of the elbow, the fist moving across the tip of his nose, barely far enough not break the dang thing. His eyes dim from the lack of air in the action and his body wanting to go numb, he would drop.
Runi's body would fall back as if he were to go down. His mouth coughing, before an image crossed his mind and his feet stomped and stumbled. He would struggle to move back across the ground as he took a dry heave in and leaned forward to get balance. Coughing as he wiped his mouth with the fading blades as he attempted to look alright. his dreary eyes a bit more awake as he slid his foot to the side and let the ground prevent it from falling as he looked towards the man he had exchanged with. Runi would pant heavily as he gripped the blades. His head feeling light.
"I. . .I don't remember the last time I got. . .I just. . .I don't . . ." He would murmur while he felt his consciousness fade for a moment. His head was throbbing from lack of air. He felt as though the world was dropped on him and a woman sucked his air out at the same time. Runi wouldn't mind the fighting, but, this feeling was god awful. "It. . .I. . .Hurty. . .Yaeah. . ." He managed while he attempted to speak a bit more.
Though as he did, a hand on his blade tightened and the glow would brighten, greater than before. ". . .I. . . You. . .Here. . .Real. . . Now. . ." He'd muster out while he crossed the blade up infront of his face, and not too long after lowering it. The gleam on his body, the steady breathing. It was a sign of his latent power as his gaze would gleam and glow silver from the dull grey that were usually set in stone. He would hold one fist forth and one back while lifting his chin and readying himself for combat.
1.✧His elbow combo worked, Runi having staggered it seemed. Taking this opportunity, Pars once again would start to close the distance between them via footwork. While there was the temptation to allow Runi to recover and counter attack, Pars couldn’t risk it. The Saiyan had become very familiar with the Earthling’s magic during the past six months, at least he thought so. So, naturally, Pars couldn’t allow an opening for Runi to use it.
2.As Pars rapidly closed the distance between them, he would begin to ready his next move. Right at the halfway point, Pars stopped in his tracks, not pursuing a step more. His right fist would go to his side, elbow bent and palm facing upwards. The stance he took was reminiscent of his Sunshine Spark, if one didn’t know any better that’s what he was going to throw. But something was different.
3.Rather than focus energy to his palm, the Saiyan instead charged up and gathered energy across his body. There was a pressure to this, all the energy across his body swelling at a rapid rate. However before long, he would start to channel the energy into his retracted fist. The closed hand would start to radiate a Caribbean Green glow. One could assume he was about to fire a massive Sunshine Spark, but that wasn’t quite it as his fist remained closed. The energy he gathered formed around it rather than grow from within it. Then, without a second to waste, Pars suddenly threw a corkscrew punch from that fist despite the distance between him and Runi.
4.The energy he built up across his body and then focused into his fist suddenly went critical. From the punch would fly out a large wave of spiraling energy that tore the ground it flew across. It's destination was Runi, the large mass of spiraling energy racing like a bullet enroute to it’s target. The technique Pars used was the Nova Corkscrew, a compressed version of the Nova Tower that was quicker to utilize. Indeed, rather than stay in place and charge a great mass of energy for an explosion at a single spot, the Nova Corkscrew took half the energy and fired it off from Pars’ fist. This allowed him to use the same technique on a more controllable scale, it was quick to fire and had lower friendly fire risks. (-40 KP)
5.The Saiyan watched as the wave flew at it’s target, it could be a concussive attack, but it could as well consume the target, both being able to deal consecutive damage to the target much like the parent technique. Pars had setted it to the former use, as he didn’t want to deal too much damage to Runi, even if it would deal out grinding damage. For a bit Pars would stand there, waiting for something. He knew Runi wouldn’t take this attack head on, he knew there were ways he could handle it. His gut decided for him which he may take, so naturally Pars listened to it. With a mix of footwork and leg strength, Pars would dash alongside the horizontal surging column of energy, chasing after Runi behind the attack.
6.Pars would continue to chase after his own attack, wanting it to hit Runi first before he made his move, or at least got close enough. As he ran, the Saiyan would watch Runi, waiting for any kind of reaction at all that may force Pars to change his current tactic. As he saw no real changes, Pars would set himself on the coming action. Once the attack got close enough, the Saiyan would leap into the air, using his leg strength and ki to up the jump height a bit. In a fluid motion, Pars would attempt to dive kick Runi from his current height.
Runi stares at the beast of a man, his eyes centered, and his body strong. The presence of his power is greater than he could imagine. His eyes wouldn't fade from the calmness they had. Pars was truly the king of the jungle around these parts. His arms wouldn't move from the spot they stood. Runi would remain as calm and silky as they day they began training together. His hair blowing with the eruption of ki. He would begin.
As the punch would come. His eyes would watch from the angle he stood. His blades spun while he squinted. This attack was merely a jab, by increasing his arm's strength with his ki, he could stop the blow and stop his momentum. Runi's blades would cross before him as he thought to himself how he could do it now. His body clensed by the clearness of fearlessness. He would hold strong hoping for the best, and preparing for the worst, though his fist stopped, making his eyes squint, wondering what it is that could come.
He would keep his guard while he watched the motion reset. He was going to do a different technique? This was off. His mouth would begin to make a clicking sound. The thinking of Runi. He wouldn't allow his mind to be clouded by so many different fears. He focused solely on the reaction that would come from the punch. The man winded up a punch that would surely have a greater effect. His eyes opened a bit calmer as his body would let off sparkles of silver. The shimmer increased in velocity as he watched the ki build up in his hand and now, almost in slow motion, he would see the blast that would surely devestate his body fly towards him.
The blast would slam into his position, though as it did. His body would disorient. His image would warp a bit as he seemed to disappear as it was to meet his person. The man's flashy dodge wouldn't just move out of the way slightly. The stream of light would trail into the air where he would float, showing that his swift movements guided him out of the attack range of the blast. Runi's eyes looking upon Pars while his mouth exhaled, letting a bit of the shimmer die out. His hands gripping tightly onto the blades.
His eyes would follow the giant into the air. It would be about time he would use a more direct approach again. His body wasted no time flying forward as the man came towards him with a dive kick. His mouth gritted into a frown as he did so. His body spinning to gain momentum before he clashed the dive kick with an elbow. The attacks clashed making a large sonic boom. Runi wouldn't let up as he felt the clash rupture his being and he held him at bay for as long as possible. His lips pursed before his left eye faded. The emotions fleeting into him and his powers began to fade as well.
1.✧As the attack finally reached it’s target, Pars would wait still for something from Runi. He wasn’t convinced that the attack had hit him, not that easily. His feeling was correct, the Earthling having avoided the attack and floated in the air. Runi flew to Pars’ divekick, meeting it with an elbow strike. The Saiyan couldn’t help but smirk toothily, feeling the clash between their two attacks had added yet another good bit of eagerness to the Saiyan.
2.The clash couldn’t last forever however, as that could give Runi an opening. Quickly, the Saiyan would use his free leg to kick off of Runi, putting some distance between them. With a backflip, Pars would return to the ground on his feet, immediately taking his stance up once more. The clash of two hits had felt satisfying, Pars wondering how long it could have gone if he hadn’t pushed back. Better yet, he wondered what Runi could have done in response to it, whether or not he would use a rune again, and what kind of rune he would use.
3.The spar had begun to do wonders for Pars’ calm. Fighting really was the best calm for him, being able to vent through his fists was a wonderful remedy. It was thanks to Runi of course that it calmed him so much. Perhaps it was the clash of their fighting styles that had always made their sparring so interesting. “Fighting you makes for good stress relief, thanks.” He showed Runi some gratitude, though he could have been a bit more sincere about it, the Saiyan decided to show his thanks with his fists.
4.Bending his knees, Pars would once again go airborne as he kicked off the ground as he took to the sky. The Saiyan would take his right fist, crossing it over his chest and shoulder, clenching and tightening it. Utilizing his energies to fly higher in order to get back to Runi, Pars would start to do something. The Saiyan began to swing his own body around, continuing to do so for a full 360 degrees. Building up some momentum, the Saiyan would swing his loaded backfist, aiming for Runi’s cheek.
5.The Saiyan once again would keep his eyes on Runi, waiting for any kind of reaction from the Earthling. The swing was wide, and Pars having taken on a more predictable stance with it should be easy to read for someone like Runi. Which meant Pars would have to follow it up with something. Whether or not it missed or countered, the Saiyan would attempt to throw his leg at his sparring partner’s lateral. He needed to slow Runi down, even if for a moment.
6.Pars did his best to focus on the spar, which was very easy for the most part. As a Saiyan his mind would naturally put a fight before any other thoughts that may have been plaguing his mind. This was always the case for him, having no concern for the environment around him as he fought. That was shown during his fights with Klay, having unleashed attack after attack despite the area having others in it. Despite this, thoughts of Seven still came into his mind, though Pars was less frustrated about it at the moment thankfully.
Runi's clashing foot would statically hit against Pars, his power was fading he was getting too off focus. His mouth showed strain as he gave way and kicked back a bit to gain distance. His eyes would be sharp as ever while he watched Pars' reaction to his movement. His feet would continue to slide back while he would read the next move. The motion of his fist coming to swipe at him once more. Runi's head would go down to a near duck while he felt the motions of Pars wouldn't truly let up before looking towards his leg. Runi's body would gleam once more brightly for a single moment as his muscles tightened and his palms went out to use his foot as leverage to move backwards from the kick, the look on his face would change while flipping in the air and he would finally land upon a rock not too far away and stand up straight.
Runi's hand rose up as his glow stopped and he shook his head. "Sorry big guy. . ." He'd call out while crouching to a sit and placing hand hands behind him. He would pant and catch his breath. He hadn't gone that intensly in a while, and with that, his eyes rested for a moment while he gripped the sides of the rocks, trying to find his breathing pattern again. "I. . .Can't focus. . .We'll have to call it here." He'd say while looking up and letting the sweat drench his forehead. Runi's eyes blinked slowly as he frowned. ". . .I can't stop thinking of how I messed up so badly big guy." He'd say while shaking some of the sweat from his hair. His head turning to his knees. "If I was more. . .Focused. . .Maybe she would be with u-" He'd stop as his eyes sharpened.
His hand's grip on the rock tightened before he stood up slowly. His head turning towards the sky. ". . .Ya feel that?" He'd ask while looking to the sky. "That's tremendous power. . .No. . .Powers. All over the place." He'd call out to Pars while jumping onto the rock. His feet pushing him straight up. "And none of them too familiar. . ." He'd say while placing a hand on either side of his hip. "They're bigger than Princess, Spunks, Rob. . .And even, you and Bricks." He'd call out while closing his eyes. "Some of them falling from the sky like they were pushed off of a boat or a plane. This ain't good. What the hell is goin' on?"
Ziber had heard the saiyan's voice, but he had locked himself in his own mind, what was meant to suppress his emotion had imprisoned him for a moment. His desire was to help people and get revenge for his friend, but how could that lead him down a path to the future that this man said he had to prevent. Was this true, was he going to be a monster that killed so many people, or was this another trick to sway him away from the path the frost demon had created for him self. Before anything could be done, Ziber felt himself being pulled somewhere, and his body went limp, as he was unable to move because some odd energy. He began to close his eyes, thinking that something had happened and he was now being pulled to the afterlife, to be judged like before. The frost demon's mind went dark accepting his fate and hoped the others would make a better future without him around, regretting the that could have been if he had perused it. "Are you going to give up so easily?" A voice boomed in his head, unknown to him, but seemed so familiar as a place started to appear in his mind. It was wasteland, destroyed and ravage by some unknown force and in front of Ziber was a hidden in black and red glowing gaze that pierced at his very soul.
"Why should I continue on? I will bring great pain to those around me..." He said move his gaze to the ground, almost intimated by the figure he couldn't even sense the presence of. "And who decided that?" The being asked and with it shook the frost demon to his very core, as he was unsure how to answer. However, before he could answer, the figure spoke once more with voice that was stern and commanding, but had something hidden within. "You worked so hard to get the point you are now. You have survived things that would kill a normal person and push through hardships that you keep to yourself. Then, a unknown person appears, saying that you will bring destruction to the world and you give up? A person who was seeking revenge on one trying to get their own." Ziber's gaze returned to the being, with their words that were a hard pill to swallow, but he was right. Part of him had thought it would be easier to give up, and accept death if it turned out that action would be better for the world. However, a pain was starting to grow in the frost demon's heart as he felt that there as still stuff he wanted to do, things that hadn't been there before when he swore himself to revenge. The words of the people he had talked to filled his head again, people that wanted to see him happy or seek something that he thought he wasn't allow to have anymore. "Siberia... If someones says you are a destroyer, one that a person seeks to get revenge on, be the hero that you feel you should be. Don't let others judge you for something that hasn't happened.to you yet. And, most importantly of all, if something brings you so much pain, perhaps it is time to let it go." Ziber already knew what the last part referred to and for the first time, he actually thought about it. Would Val really want him to suffer so much just to get revenge on the brother that had killed him?
A light blinded the frost demon as the feeling returned to his body, but something didn't feel right. As he opened his eyes, he would see that he was in a free fall, and was heading towards a area that almost seemed like a warzone. It took a moment for Ziber to realize the situation as he shook his head to wake up from whatever illusion that he had experience. Blue hue started to surround his body as he started to slow down his decent, but the pain from the cheap shot made it hard to concentrate. If he had woken up a bit later, the frost demon knew that he would be a blue splatter on the ground. He flipped himself from his nose dive, and lightly landed a up turned rock and began to look around. Things around Ziber seemed familiar, but almost different from the earth he knew, and it was just because the area had seen better days. He began to feel out to try and find where the others were when he detected two unknown people that seemed stronger then the average person. The frost demon would ignore them for now as he tried to sense for any of his friends that might be near by.
Awaiting for his match to aspire, Scryew didn't realize everything that was going on with everyone else. To his knowledge, it was a simple tournament, and nothing else aside from that. But all of a sudden, the feeling of distortion he felt in his body came upon him as he was altered into a pit of darkness.
The next thing he would realize is the sudden appearance of being brought up in the air of a whole new location. One that he was not even aware of. Caught into the air only to free fall into the grounds below. Raising himself in ki, slowly altering his positioning to slide and tread across the grounds instead of head-on going far into the distance of the plains turning his landing into a strong tumble. Though things looked similar, something was off. Standing to brush the excess dirt off of himself, he did manage to sense Ziber somewhere close by. Turning to that direction, wondering exactly what was going on.
✧The fight was reaching a point which had begun to truly get the Saiyan into a rhythm, the feeling of their blows clashing against each other was invigorating Pars mentally and emotionally, though only for however long this lasted. Pars watched as his sparring partner dodged his attack, smirking from the response. Just as he was about to respond with a following punch, Runi had stopped the spar, not a spec of fighting will could be felt from him. With a subtle grunt of disappointment, the Saiyan took on a neutral stance, arms crossed as he listened to his comrade’s words. He could understand his frustration, but at the same time his self blame was getting on his nerves. Just as he was about to retort and chastise his mentor for blaming himself, his focus shot to the sky, feeling various high sources of energy fall to the planet. It was almost shocking with how high some of these were, the gap between his and theirs being wide. He nodded in response to Runi’s analysis, grinning slightly as his fists clenched eagerly. “Yeah, I’m getting excited.” He said in a eager, cool and matter of fact tone, eyes following the largest source of out of all of them, before letting out a light “Heh.” As it appeared to have landed in the same area he and Runi were in.
The Saiyan looked ready to charge toward the massive source right away, but not before noticing another source landing in the area as well, the Saiyan looking to its direction. “So we got two gap makers with us huh? Back to back fighting sounds pretty relieving right about now, two on one doesn’t sound too bad either.” There was a definite eager confidence in his voice. Even if there was such a large gap between him and these two different powers, he wanted to fight them both with every bit of their potential behind the fight. It was a rare opportunity for Pars to be able to cut loose on someone new. While there were the others he fought with against the invaders six months ago, he had been too preoccupied with trying to find Seven. So while he planned on eventually getting around to fighting them, he would always put a priority on completely new fighters.
Just as he was about to pick between the two, more than likely going for the larger source, the Saiyan felt yet another power that caught his attention. Someone he didn’t know, a power he was completely unfamiliar with, suddenly appeared on his radar, and their power was certainly considerable. Though it wasn’t as large as the biggest current power, the fact this one eluded Pars was enough to give him an idea that they were hiding even more power, and his instincts agreed with him completely. Grinning wider now, his clenched fists tightened. If surprises like these continued to come to him, he may just forget about the current predicament with Seven missing. “Oi, pick for me, between the two here and that new one that just spiked, I don’t think I can decide on who I want to fight more.” He said to Runi, truly at an impasse.
