Eye on the Prize (Dahveid/open)

[Limax]

There was still some time between rounds of the tournament and Limax was still hard at it, trying to hone his skills as much as he could before the next round.  Thankful for the healing tanks and accommodations that allowed him to do so without much worry of injury before his match up.  It meant that he could use his time to the fullest, and since he had missed the fight with his soon to be competitor he didn't know what to expect.  But if it was anything like his last battle he needed to be ready for moves and abilities that he had never seen before.

He needed to be ready to deal with his own attacks being used against him even.  He was quickly learning how large the Galaxy was, and how small he was in comparison.  And how small his own experiences were.  He couldn't ask the other Namekian Warrior's to help however.  He doubted they would even if he had asked.  No, he imagined all of them wanted to see him fall.  And from what he had seen, he probably would fall before the tournament was over.  But he'd be damned if he wasn't going to go down fighting and giving it everything he had.  

He'd managed to snag the last of the training rooms, though lacking a sparing partner he was forced to simply practices his moves and drill himself on his movements, positioning, and footing.  Making sure that he didn't allow himself to get so caught up in the technical aspects to forget the basics.  And so it was with clawed hands he attacked the air, swiftly shifting between each clawed hand, knees, and elbows.  His body flowing like a wave of attacks, each one flowing into the next. 

[K.I.A | Dahveid Blaze]

Dahveid entered, and closed the door behind him.

"Hello, Limax. I enjoyed your fight. I'd like to see you grow, however."

Dahveid would power up.

"So, allow me to help you."

He'd burst forward, intent to throw a left cross to Limaxs' face.

PL: 20,000

[Limax]

Limax turned quickly when he felt a strong power enter the training room. And a lot happened in the span of seconds. This man knew his name, so he had watched the match. But with the strength he felt he should be in the tournament itself, not watching. And he wanted to help Limax for some reason?

Before he could make any sense of this an even more explosive power erupted from the man, almost overwhelmingly so as he burst forward with speed fast enough that Limax was barely able to follow it with his eyes. And while he was barely able to bring an arm up to attempt to block the blow. Attempt would be all it was, as the blow collided solidly against his arm, slamming his own defense back into his face before sending Limax flying into the wall on the other side of the training room.

"Ugh."

He managed to get out as he peeled himself from the wall. It was obvious he had no say in this matter other than to defense himself as best he could. Erupting with power Limax would power up as well, ready to face this stranger. The energy around his hands flaring violently as he launched himself toward Dahveid.

"Holy Dragon Claws!"

He exclaimed as a clawed hand shot outward toward Dahveid's chest. With a power difference this overwhelming going for the limbs and a battle of attrition would be foolish. His only chance was to go all out. And even that looked grim.


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Weighted PL 6156

Attack's PL 6771

[K.I.A | Dahveid Blaze]

Dahveid shook his head. The kid was strong, but nowhere near as strong as him. Or his son. That was unacceptable. So, Dahveid leapt to the side, crouched low and jumped forward. He'd be right next to Limax, in the bottom left corner...in fact, he'd probably just appear there, as Dahveid's power grew more. The older male would throw a left haymayker right for the Namekians midsection, intent to fold the green alien around his fist as he'd blast attempt to blast him back again.

"No, No, No."

He spread his hands wide.

"You're trying to meet my attacks force for force. That's all kinds of wrong. You'll never match up to me. Never beat me, thinking that way."

He'd crack his neck.

"You're only choice in moments like this- which, in this tournament I've already lost in, you'll have many of- is subterfuge and guile."

He'd crouch, picking up a handful of dirt.

"A little soot in the eyes. A thumb in the throat. A swift kick in the family jewels. You're in a tournament, simply put, but you're also out to win and avoid damage." He'd fire a Ki blast at the ground, dust and dirt exploding outward and covering them, causing both their forms to vanish. "Sometimes, you can even disappear if you wish. Fight viciously, to win. Even if that victory comes at the expense of damaging someone else so harshly, they're sidelined for the forseeable future. Only then will you make a name for yourself. Otherwise, just drop out right now."

PL: 35,000

[Keerie Blaze]

The door opened...and shut again.

[Limax]

The fist hit his midsection and pushed all of the air out of Limax's lungs as his body did indeed fold around the blow. That left no chance to dodge the blast that sent him flying off of Dahveid's fist and hitting the floor painfully as he rolled. A single hand reaching out to dig his claws into the ground to stop himself from falling out of bounds. Even if this wasn't an official match, it was possible that he'd fight someone this strong, or stronger in the tournament.

He was only dimly aware of the door opening and shutting as the Stranger continued. He heard the words, subtlety, sneak attacks. When you can't beat your opponent with strength use guile. He understood that, but in a tournament it felt wrong to do such tactics. But were they against the rules? He had to admit to the possibility that it was a viable strategy.

Weakly he pushed himself up. First to a knee. And then to his feet. His body covered in scrapes and bruises already from his meeting with the floor, but one thing Limax was never good at was knowing when to stay down. While the dust cloud was still strong from the Stranger's demonstration Limax would fly up, relying on sensing his energy rather than sight to try and pin point him amongst the cloud before diving in to drop a knee down from above!

He couldn't help shake the feeling that this might be a trap, but he had cover for the moment. And he was being encouraged to use such tactics. May as well not waste it.

[K.I.A | Dahveid Blaze]

Dahveid didn't defend himself as the knee struck home, sending him down to a knee. His other hand would come up, however, intent to fire a blast point blank into Limaxs' face.

He sniffed.

Then grinned.

Good. She arrived.

[Keerie Blaze]

The dust was slowly beginning to settle, and Keerie wasn't about to let her advantage go...

And she swept through the haze with the tell-tale glow (assuming Dahveid actually would fire) and slammed the sole of her foot to the back of Dahveid's knee...and copped a distracting feel of his derriere before flitting away. Quickly.

She knew there was another in the facility.

[Limax]

The blasts rocked his world, sending him flying off of the Stranger, violently crashing to the ground. Skin peeling from his face and blood flowing freely from the point blank attack. It was so fast, so strong that he could do little to stop it. For the moment it was all he could do to try and push himself off of the ground. Though getting onto his hands and knees was an effort in and of itself.

But he didn't want to go down like this. He couldn't go down this easily. He refused to just give up. Whoever this guy was thought he could just stroll in and tell him how to fight. Thought that he could just say if he didn't do things a certain way that he should quit. He had to nerve to say that he'd never reach the level that he currently held?

No.

Limax refused to accept that. He might lose today. He might lose tomorrow. But he would reach and surpass this stranger. He would show every single being who scoffed at him, who berated him, who doubted him what he could do. Even if it took his whole life, he would show them all that they were wrong about him!

Vo Lang Attempting Evil Namekian transformation

[K.I.A | Dahveid Blaze]

Dahveid would stand.....and burst forward. He'd attempt a left hook, right uppercut, then a boot to his chest. He'd then try to rapid fire punches into the Namekians face until the male was out cold, if he wasn't already.

Dahveid had started at the butt grope, but when he felt evil energies rolling out of Limax...he needed to stop it. Going dark was not the Saiyan's goal here. Pushing him to transform was the result he wanted but....not like this. He'd attempt to stop it if he could.

NOTE: Attempting to halt transformation.

PL: 40,000

[Keerie Blaze]

Oh.

Oh dear.

Keerie went from focused with a playful edge to all business. She gave a cry and boosted her power to push back into Super Saiyan the sudden thrust of power and glowing aura enough to clear the dust from the air!

Depending how successful Dahveid was would tell whether or not she swept in for a two-handed hammer blow to the side of the Namekian's head to knock him out or if she remained where she was.

[Limax]

New found power rippled through Limax's body and the flesh on his face began to heal rapidly. The cuts and bruises littering his body also began to regenerate with far more ease than he'd ever experienced in his life. This new power that was feeling was wonderful, and intoxicated. He felt like he could get drunk on this feeling. No sooner than he'd pushed himself to his knees would Dahveid's torrent of attacks land on him. Blow after blow raining down upon him, bringing him back to the ground.

Even this new found power wasn't enough to stand against the raw strength that the stranger possessed, and was willing to unleash upon him. He was still fighting the blackness that threatened to overtake his vision however. That was at least until Keerie's powerful two-handed hammer blow to his head finished the job rendering him unconscious and back to just the Farmer turned Warrior known as Limax.

[K.I.A | Dahveid Blaze]

Dahveid tsk'd.

"Shit. That's....the result I wanted, just in a different form...."

He looked to Keerie.

"Thanks for coming. I'd...wanted to teach him, and hoped it would last longer so I could. I doubt he'll wanna learn anything from me anymore."

[Keerie Blaze]

Keerie touched the floor, looking at the Namekian. Yeah...she could tell that what happened wasn't exactly Dahveid's plan.

She turned her head and looked up at him.

"Our type of training is not for everyone. I would say that this one had the potential of being of sound mind, but obviously, mental toughness is not their strong suit."

[K.I.A | Dahveid Blaze]

He nodded.

Bending, he'd pick the namekian up and carry him out to the healing tanks.

"We should...re-evaluate, just in case of these types of problems."

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