Hunger of Beasts [invite Saibaban]

Matoto's smile didn't fade as the Gobber  prepared himself to go on the offensive again, and this again was amusing that he was so willing to continue the fight. The other proceeded to open his head, as predictable as before and this left Matoto time to simply smile as he did so. It would seem the little green man could do this quite often with little endurance taken from it. But unfortunately Matoto had gotten his breath back, and now that he was well rested... He could feel himself wanting to cut loose... to let out his strongest attack... 

No, it wasn't time for that yet. He would need to bid his time, be patient and wait for the right fight. He was enjoying himself, and to simply let the chains go to unleash his full power was not something he wanted to do. Now was the time to enjoy the fight, to draw it out for as long as possible. Sure Matoto wanted to win, but his opponent was on even footing with him. To ruin this moment was akin to only having half your meal and then tossing it on the floor. No, Matoto was going to savor this fight to the fullest.

"You have no idea what I am capable of little green man..."

Matoto's tone hinted at a malicious and deviant side of himself as he held out his arm, the acid splashing across his skin. It hurt a lot this time, his wounded arm was already torn up pretty bad from the acid, but now the skin was clearly darkened and smoking. The flesh torn in places but otherwise still functioned. Matoto simply kept his one arm up, eyes locked to his target as he smiled happily, enjoying the pain from the fight.

It was getting pretty intense, but Matoto could feel his blood rushing in his veins now that he was finally getting the fight he wanted. 

"You'd be right, if you lay down and let me bash you into the ground... I'd probably not stop! I'd be upset if the fun ended now, and I didn't get to finish this little skirmish."

Matoto then stomped the ground, rocks flying up into the air before raising one leg to begin kicking them like projectiles at his foe. He was curious how much more his body could take of this acid. His arm was barely usable anymore, but frankly if it worked, he could use it still. Even if he had to simply bash his foe with it like a meat club he would. During the barrage of rocks, Matoto reappeared behind the little Gobber before attempting to kick it in the side of the head.

He was not winded in the slightest anymore, in pain sure but he was still fully functioning and ready to keep fighting. He was still debating on his ultimate technique or not... Perhaps he needed to switch his tactics up to win the fight? It was completely up in the air to be honest, his decisions on how to deal with this whole situation. Both sides had its arguments, but he didn't know which one to follow yet.

Matoto had grazed his opponent with his attacks, which were just not cutting it at all. He had done a lot of damage during that time, but this was going to be rough if he didn't hit his opponent hard repeatedly. So he decided he needed to stop holding back. As the saiyan was kicked in the face, he slide back with his head jerked backwards. After a brief moment the saiyan returned to his position, his stance back up and a smile upon his face. The little green man was certainly... no he had admitted his foe was good, but he might be considered "strong" to someone else.

Matoto wiped his lip then, the trickle of blood on the corner of his mouth wiping off on his good hand. His eyes not leaving his foe as he considered his next move. He enjoyed throwing himself against his foes but considering he was holding back his battle lust at the moment, it was difficult to simply continue at this rate. In truth he wanted nothing more than to let loose, but he would crush his poor foe at that power level and it wouldn't be as fun. But damn was it difficult to not just let go, and give into his urges.

Even as the dust was settling around them, Matoto was watching his opponent carefully, and decided he should at least strike out at his foe. No point holding back all this ki when he was so fresh. As such his arm began to glow bright purple as he got into a ready stance. His arm bulging as he prepared his next strike. He swiftly rushed forward, pulling back his punch the blow aimed to hit his opponent square in the chest. It was clear that holding back was getting him no where. But he didn't want to fully commit to anything yet.

Makoto used his punch, but the little saibaman did exactly as he had done before. Defend with his own attack, but that was not going to be enough this time. His kick was met with a brunt force of a charging wall, Makoto not budging as he surged forward. This time, he pulled back his injured fist as he prepared for yet another attack. The blow charging up as he felt the muscles ripple, his skin searing in pain, and blood squirting from his wounds on his arm. Yet if it hurt him, he did not show in that moment. A gleeful smile still on his face as he prepared his next blow.

Should it connect, he was prepared to continue the onslaught. He had held his ki in check before, and barely done any damage. Now he was going to spill it all on his foe, to see just how much damage this little green man was willing to take. It was clear the little green man thought he had the advantage, but Makoto was a brute engine of raw violence. He had the power to back up his disadvantages and his ability to tank pain like a monster was working in his favor at the moment. He wouldn't stop till he was a bloody mess on the floor, and if this attack was not an indication of his drive to fight, nothing was.

The wounds on his arm swelled, blood squirting onto the ground as the blow came rushing toward his foe. Whatever happened next was going to be a very important moment. Did the little green man defend himself against the onslaught of attacks and counter attack? Or was he going to play defensive and simply let Makoto wear him down over time. Makoto had the advantage in raw power, but the little man in stamina when it came to attacks. Yet Makoto was simply trying to find out where his opponents mindset was. He was bound to find it eventually, either now or soon.

Matoto was well aware of the tactics that the saibaman was going to use, he was playing the defensive game... Matoto was made all the more aware that this was how it was going to be the moment the saibaman did it yet again. He used the acid to nullify the attack he sent out, but unfortunately this was only the beginning. A sadistic glee filled the saiyans eyes as the saibaman deflected his attack. The little man was a fool after all, and the pattern was being repeated over and over again. If Matoto got the pattern down he was sure he could win this if the gobber didn't change his fighting style.

"You dumb ass, if you keep repeating yourself in a fight..."

With that the saiyan would watch his opponent carefully as he came at him, the dash behind him was met with a swift dodge and a block as the swipe came down. His guard rising enough to show the saibaman that evil grin of his, the battle hunger in his eyes clear that the saibaman had fallen for his trap once more. No matter how much the saibaman was attempting to lock the saiyan into a stale mate, he wasn't going to succeed by simply blocking everything he threw at him with the acid. He wasn't doing damage to the saiyan at this rate, but instead simply trying to survive. The poor thing didn't realize he was actually on the back foot now.

"...You'll be punished..."

His voice low, dangerous and full of gleeful malice as he held out his hand. The free hand that wasn't blocking held against the saibaman's stomach as he prepared his attack. The energy soon engulfing his opponent in a giant orb of ki if it hit. Of course Matoto would hold it over his head for a moment again, throwing it up into the air like a toy a few times before finally tossing it up one more time and doing a bicycle kick to the energy ball. Playing with the ball like one would a soccer ball as it came crashing down into the wall.

"If you keep on trying to deflect me and don't go on the offensive... You'll find I am clearly going to win this... You keep repeating yourself. Are you insane little green man? eh? Do I look like a foe you can hold back on? KEHEHE!"

Matoto couldn't help but begin laughing as he got ready to defend himself once more. Repeating a technique over and over against Matoto was going to be a mistake costly to the little green man. He was a battle fanatic, he was experienced in battle and if that energy attack did hit, he was certain his foe was going to find out the hard way he didn't pull his punches. But he had to admit that he was feeling pretty tired, and as such sweat was beading his forehead as he looked on at the smoke cloud. He wasn't really attempting to sense if his foe got hit, but rather attempting to catch his breath.

Matoto's attack had hit but the battle was far from over, after all his opponent wouldn't be defeated so easily. His opponent was finally willing to put his life on the line as well, rushing forward with a barrage of slashes on Matoto's arms before sending him into the rocks nearby. Dust settling upon the land around him to shroud the saiyan from view as he sat upon the debris, chuckling as he slowly rose up from the debris. He had been willing to hold back, but it seemed the saibaman was just begging to be punished...

Yet in that moment the saiyan stopped, considering his options carefully while he rested. He looked down at his hands, pondering if he should really use his strength now or let it rest. He was so tempted to bring the fight to his opponent yet... to do so would give him nothing more than fleeting satisfaction... He did have that hidden technique he had been working on. He felt a surge of power within from the fighting he was doing, his pride was begging him to test his new found strength on his opponent but he also... didn't want to use it.

His inner turmoil gripping him, the saiyan clutched his fist tight enough to crush the tiny rocks in his palm from the falling debris. No, he wouldn't use that technique just yet. Slowly the saiyan walked out of the dust cloud, rotating his arm as if he was stretching. Now he was really getting the flow of things. He could feel new found strength in his body, new found power coursing through his veins as his energy was still just as strong as ever.

He was hurt, that much was true, and his body was truly getting to the point where if he didn't finish this soon he might actually lose this. Yet now the real fight was about to begin. His clothing was in tatters beyond his pants, the jacket having been destroyed from that last attack. Scars littered the saiyans body, now revealed to the world from years of combat. A happy smile still on the saiyans face as his right arm was stretched, and he kept walking toward the saibaman.

"Heh, you don't seem to get it little man. I am only playing with you, and enjoying this fight. But then again... I suppose me not truly giving you my all is my greatest weakness, if I truly went all out..."

Matoto would snap his fingers then as if to stress his point.

"End it... Just like that."

Matoto came to rest some distance away, sweat beading his brow and his breathing was indeed heavy. He had several wounds now, but he was still very much capable of continuing this fight. He was glad this little guy could at least provide this level of fighting, if he couldn't even give Matoto a good fight, then what would be the point of all this. As the saiyan crossed his arms, he would give his opponent and himself a moment to catch their breath. 

"Never thought a Gobber like you would give me even this level of entertainment. But then again, I guess even trash has some form of value if you don't crush it immediately."

Matoto's cruel smile returned then, watching his opponent carefully.

"Names Matoto, remember it well. I plan to crush all the strongest fighters in the universe and if you plan to get stronger, know that I'll be hunting you from now on..."

With that the saiyan got ready again, arms unfolding and held out to his sides as he waited patiently for his foe to continue the fight. Both had a rest for a moment, at least Matoto had. He was ready to pick things up again.

Matoto listened to the saibaman speak, but he had made an assumption that Matoto was telling him this for a different reason. Matoto had told the saibaman he was holding back to let him know that he was keeping his real powers held back and there for not truly showing all that he could. His skills were not limited to simply being a one trick pony as described by the Gobber... But that didn't matter anymore he supposed. Regardless the Gobber had indeed had one interesting bit of info to tell him. He could get stronger still but couldn't do it because he was... sick? 

Matoto paused a moment, looking at this individual curiously as he tried to think about what he was just told. His opponent was obviously lying, a stomachache? Really? But... perhaps he should let the saibaman go if he wanted to see if this little gobber could get stronger. Matoto's smile faded as he considered the possibility. His eyes narrowed as he considered it a long time. In truth he was disappointed he had to hold back so much... and he didn't want to waste a good technique on a foe who was holding back... What if he was truly able to transform further but couldn't because he was sick? But surely that was a lie right? No way he would fall for such a clear bluff... But what if though...

"Hmph... You can get stronger? hmmm..."

Matoto was seriously considering it, as he placed a hand to his chin, his damaged hand resting on his hip as he considered letting the little green man go.

"Well I did have my fun... and if you can truly get stronger... it WOULD be a waste to simply crush you now... It would be a handicap and I don't like that..."

Matoto snorted as he considered it, his saiyan pride meaning he was facing a foe who COULD potentially not be at their best... Which meant he wasn't getting the full experience if that was even remotely true.

"You really sick? I mean you are little more than a saibaman Gobber... I doubt you are actually stronger than you are now... But... it wouldn't be really any fun to beat up someone who is sick... I'd rather fight you at one hundred percent after all..."

Matoto was clearly eyeing the little saibaman with suspicion, but he DID say he was sick... ugh he was getting frustrated by such thoughts. He didn't want to fight a sick foe, it meant it wasn't a real fight.

Matoto's eyes were carefully watching the saibaman as he spoke and when he puked it just made him turn his head before holding up his hands. That truly was not a pleasant sight, and it did convince the saiyan. So this little Gobber was sick indeed and if he did best him it was going to be on a handicap. It was a super disappointing thing to matoto who simply groaned as he scratched his head in irritation. Ugh, so frustrating but at the end of the day it was already decided. 

Matoto, with hands on his hips and head hung low in disappointment, simply sighed as he wondered just what was he going to do now. 

"Damn, thats disappointing. Oh well..."

With that Matoto looked the saibaman over once more to make sure he was not going to barf anymore. Once he was sure that was the case the saiyan simply waved dismissively.

"Well I can't just beat you up while you are sick, that wouldn't be fun and the handicap of fighting a sick person would bother me. So whatever, get out of here. Don't show yourself till you feel better though! I want a fight fair and square!"

Matoto stated as he waited patiently for the saibaman to leave. He had forgotten that the saibaman was actually just defending himself and had simply wrote this off in his head as a fun little fight between the two. Despite the fact he had attacked the saibaman on his own and was forcing this little green man to fight for his very survival. In truth he had just gotten so caught up in having fun he forgot why they were fighting in the first place and had simply transitioned to a fun fight to the bitter end with a foe he enjoyed fighting.

"Tch... I was having fun too... Ugh!"

With that Matoto turned to head back to camp, kicking a rock hard enough that it split a boulder in half as he began walking toward back. If the saibaman left now, it would probably be unnoticed.