Rage in the Beast [Invite Ise]

Matoto's hands were busy with unloading something to sleep on when he felt a powerful energy nearby. The saiyan's body twitching as he felt how strong it was, a smile creeping along his face as that source of energy got closer. It was incredibly powerful, so much so it sent shivers up his spine at just how much stronger it was. He had stopped everything he was doing as he was taken by the urge to fight. The smile soon transferring into a huge battle hungry grin, a psychotic look of glee in his eyes as he tried to calm himself down. He wanted to fight it now, but with a great deal of will power he forced his battle hunger down.

Slowly putting everything down before dusting his hands off, looking in the direction of the power he could sense. It was violent, angry, and hostile. It was itching for a fight as much as he was, and he didn't care if it could mean a death sentence for himself. That saiyan gene within him was gnawing away at his willpower to stay away, making it difficult to stop the shaking of his hands. It was then that the realization of why he was sent away from plant came surging back, he truly was an addict for fights. 

With that final thought, Matoto walked away from the camp before taking off toward the power source. His flight to the location was not long at all, so very soon the saiyan was at the location. Once there, he could see someone below, a long haired individual but the drunkard in Matoto didn't care who it was. All he cared about was the fight at hand. With shaky hands he clenched his fist before nose diving straight to the ground at the person. 

With a loud "KEHAHAHA!" The saiyan was already throwing a strike at the random person. His fist coming down to attempt to hit them in the back, not waiting for a response from the person in question. It didn't matter if he hit or not, only that the blows to come were in a barrage. Hooks, jabs, spinning backfists, and kicks of all kinds were thrown immediately after. The saiyan wasn't even trying to identify who this person was, only they had long hair. He wanted to fight, to brawl, maul and maim each other. That power had really given him a shake, and he was ready to indulge in the fight a head! 

He probably looked unstable, a grin befitting a psychopath, not waiting to introduce himself and striking out at someone. He didn't care though, only that the person he was fighting made this fun. 

Matoto's assault was met with a strong defense, his swings being blocked by the person in question. She spoke up, telling him to go away as well, but that wasn't going to happen. He was simply happy to keep fighting, and despite her words, she held an eagerness in her next blow. The claw attack raking along his chest, tearing his armor open as blood splattered onto the ground below. Yet the look of joy did not leave his face, instead he let loose an amused chuckle as he went back in for a swing of his own. 

Pulling back his fist, the saiyan felt the muscles of his arm bulge, the purple ki forming around his fist making it obvious this was no ordinary punch. He would swing it squarely at the girl right after she had hit him, intent on keeping up the assault by swinging with that fist to knock the woman back. Whether it was effective or not didn't matter, the saiyan simply standing on the spot a moment as he got ready to continue. Blood dripping from the fresh wound on his chest. This was the first time he had gotten to truly use his powers, to really cut loose and fight someone able to hold out.

While that didn't seem like much to some, Matoto was feeling pent up, a bubbling roar of denied pleasure was in his breast. It was liken to finally being cut free from your bindings, to be free at last and wanting nothing more than to explore your new found freedom. He loved the very sensation of it.

"HA! Now this is more like it! Someone strong finally! I ain't going anywhere! Cut loose! Lets fight!"

Matoto yelled, clearly excited and hungry to keep going. He refused to let this fight go, and if she quit, he would keep attacking till she fought back! He would not be denied his pleasure, and she was going to deliver it! He didn't care who this person was, race didn't matter, gender, or reasons. He was only here to enjoy the fight at hand...

Matoto's fist had made contact, the blow resounding through the area as she blocked it, yet he didn't care in the slightest. He was just glad he had hit, but then again he wasn't thinking to clearly as it was. He had come running here with no thoughts beyond that, to fight and to enjoy it. But... This person didn't seem to be enjoying the fight as much as him. Shame, but it was washed away with her pointing her index finger at him. Before that she had claimed he was to weak to "cut loose" on, and the saiyan had already realized this. Unluckily for her, that was exactly what he wanted. He wanted to see the full strength of the person he was fighting, for her to let her power go and batter him with it.

"Hmph..."

Was all Matoto said on that matter, weaving the first beam as it came at him. His movements flashing about as he weaved the blasts, his senses telling him the girl had just let loose more of her strength. A sneer resting on the saiyan's face as he bobbed and weaved through the beams but was overwhelmed as he took a few beams to the arms and legs. He eventually found cover where he would take a moment to breath. His opponent was far to strong to hold back on and if he didn't take this seriously, he might seriously become injured. The saiyan soon took a breath as he flew out from behind cover, floating in the air a moment as he smiled to himself.

"You are holding back now, but slowly letting it all out. Why not simply show me what you got... Specks!"

Matoto had not gotten the girl's name, but her googles looked like glasses to the saiyan. So he figured why not call her by that in appearance. His naming habit was not going away anytime soon. It was clear he was about to unleash an attack, but he needed time to regain his energy. His armor was torn in area's with blood dripping from the small wounds on his body, but otherwise he was fine. He supposed trying to hold back was only going to result in more injuries. Best to give it his all for the first time in a very very long time. 

He had never shown this technique to anyone else before, so he hoped the girl enjoyed it.