Any Nights Alright For Fighting...(Open)

The Demon said something or other about the weak dying and the strong getting stronger, but Taori didn't really care enough about his rhetoric to stop his foot from slamming up against the other guy's face. Taori's boot made a solid impact right up on the chin of his opponent, and he, in fact, had managed to kick the delusional bastard so hard that he'd shot up right up through the ceiling. After he'd delivered the kick, Taori let out a satisfied huff of air through his nostrils. "I'd say that would teach him to shut up, but... I doubt he's capable of learning to do that," he commented towards no one in particular.

That kick wasn't quite enough to knock the guy out, either, and he quickly came hovering back down from the hole in the ceiling - sans his helmet, this time. Taori let out a snort upon seeing the face that lay beneath the covering that had shielded it from view earlier. "Wait, are you one of those Konatsians?" Taori asked. "And here I thought you were supposed to be some magical Demon Lord - you're just some guy playing dress up!" 

Even if he was just dressing up in a costume, the beeping on Taori's scouter revealed that the power he wielded was no sham. In fact, the reading suddenly shot up quite a bit above Taori's own - and then Taori got punched in the face. It wasn't the hardest he had ever been punched, but it did certainly sting. Though, it didn't sting quite as much as the kick that followed, and the speed at which Taori was sent flying through the wall of the bar.

He crashed through both glass and wood before he ended up sprawled out on the street in front, where he and Alpinia had first noticed the unusual activity going on back indoors. Back then, he'd been concerned. Now, though, he was grinning. "Well, at the very least," he commented as he stood back up and cracked his neck, "You Konatsians know how to throw a left hook." 

Hmm, now, how to take this? It wasn't like he could go Oozaru in the middle of the street. Any blutz wave sources he could make use of for that would probably make everyone else in the bar transform as well, and Radditsu didn't exactly need any more chaos right about then. So, base form it was.

"Now, why don't you stop dawdling and come out here so you can fight like a real man? Or am I gonna have to come back in there and kick you hard enough so that you fly all the way out the roof this time?" Taori taunted. Once the fight took to the streets, he could probably try... Something, but he needed that elf to get out of the bar, first.

KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6 > 1/6

Taori blinked a few times as the Konatsian asked him why he was 'running away already'. "I... Got knocked over here by your attack?" he stated, puzzled. "You do know there's a difference between fleeing from someone and getting knocked away from someone, right?" Maybe the stale air in that helmet had been starting to get to the pompous elf. If so, then Taori supposed it was a good thing he'd knocked the silly looking thing off - he wanted a fair fight. "If you wanted me to not get sent flying by your blow, you should've said so beforehand!" Taori jested.

While this was technically a matter of life and death, he couldn't help himself from feeling a bit jovial. He hadn't had a fight with an opponent actually worth a damn in quite a while. Tuffles just didn't count. They were weak themselves, reliant on their powerful weapons and technology to close the gap between them and the Saiyans. But this elf, clinically insane or not, did actually have the brawn to back himself up.

Taori ducked down into his fighting stance as the elf left the bar, his left foot sliding across the ground behind him as his right hand rose into a striking palm position in front of his face. The other guy had a sword, but Taori couldn't say he was too worried about getting cut. After years of dodging laser beams and sniper bolts, a sword felt like small potatoes in terms of what kind of damage it could do.

Although, it quickly became apparent this was no regular sword. Taori's eyes briefly widened as the blade flared a bright red, and after a mighty swing, some sort of red energy blast hurtled out of the blade right for him! Quickly, Taori braced himself and crossed his arms in front of his face, steeling his body and ramping up his ki to bolster his defenses as much as possible before he was hit - and hit he was! The crimson slash exploded up against his arms, and he grit his teeth as he was pushed back into the dirt several inches.

When the smoke cleared, though, Taori was pretty much fine. His arms kind of hurt, but that was about it. He knew they were just getting started, though. Taori looked up at the elf, expecting him to be rushing in for a follow up, but instead... "Hey!" he shouted as he watched him elbow the significantly weaker Saiyan in the stomach. "You're fighting me, jackass!" As he yelled, he reared his hand back and charged up a small but relatively potent energy ball, which he then chucked right for the elf's face, set to explode on impact!

Taori's little ki ball didn't exactly pack the punch he'd been hoping for. In hindsight, maybe he should've rushed in after it and given the elf a good kick to the head. ...Well, it was something to make a note of the next time he had to chuck an energy blast at someone, he supposed. It didn't exactly take a long time for the Konatsian to respond with his own attack, and this one packed a bit more of a wallop. Taori knew, because he got hit by it. In the face. It wasn't the hardest he'd ever been hit in the face, but that didn't make it any more pleasant.

After the projectiles had finished pounding themselves into the Saiyan's face, he stumbled back, and let out a cough. They hadn't broken his nose, but he could feel the sting of a cut over its bridge. And not long after that, the salty taste of a drop of blood that had run down from his nose and onto his lips. Taori took a glance up at the elf, who had managed to put the weak but bold Saiyan girl on the ground, another glance up at the bar, whose foundations seemed shaky at best, then back down at the elf boy. If things kept going like this, a lot more people were gonna get hurt. "Yeah, you're right," Taori said as he wiped the blood off his face with his hand.

"No more games." 

Taori clenched his fists at his sides, his muscles flexing out and straining themselves as his ki flared up significantly. He didn't know if the elf could detect his power in any way, but if he could, he was in for a treat. First, Taori's battle power rose high enough to match the elf's. Then, it kept on going. And going. And going. All the way until Taori had managed to more than triple the elf's maximum power. "You want to see what a Saiyan can do?!" Taori asked in a loud, commanding tone.

If the elf blinked, it was likely Taori would have appeared to have vanished. He appeared again, though - behind the elf. No words were exchanged as Taori delivered a spartan kick of his own to the back of his opponent, with the goal of sending him flying out of this bar. Ironically, he really wouldn't have had to resort to this if the elf had just come out and fought him instead of holding hostages like a coward. That pissed Taori off. 

"You all better beat it unless you want him to keep treating your lives like his playthings," he warned the patrons of the bar, including that girl puking her guts out on the floor. With a glance over at the Arcosian, he added, "Though, I doubt you ever had much to worry about, here." Taori was acting tough, but he really didn't know how much longer he could keep this power boost up. Channeling the strength of an Oozaru into his body without turning into one... It was still a foreign power to him, and it took all of his concentration to maintain it.