Do As The Saiyans Do (invite)

Being in this part of the planet was... Overwhelming. Mostly to his senses. A lot of people not acclimated to the weird wastes this place offered would keel over and gag on the many various smells and fumes it all let off. This was doubly bad for the young Braveheart, who had a distinctly acute sense of smell. Getting past that awfulness though, it was one of the easiest places to find the many monsters of the place to test out his moves. Hardly did any of them ever see it coming either.

At the current moment though, Dark was perched upon a larger rock formation. Leaning on his feet and squatting like a true slav. Those eyes narrowed down on the open ridges of the waste he could look down on. That tail of his swished in a light wind while he observed. Took in the environment. It was still gross, no matter how desensitized he got, but it was a great exercise in sniffing beings out. One big one he'd miss though was this presence that made itself very much known real quick.

Once Ward had popped up in front of him a few feet, the cat Saiyan hopped from his squat very quickly. A slight hiss escaped his mouth as he straightened up in a very quick stance. The body tilts slightly to the side and arms raised. It was no doubt defense. This close, Ward would probably be thrown off by the very unlike Saiyan features. The armor was right, but instead of a monkey's tail, this one seemed to opt into some feline features. Clearly resembling some Earthling cat.

"Oh yeah?"
His voice was a teen's rasp, trying a little hard. All while he squinted up at the man. All of 5'5", he was also kind of short for a Saiyan. Luckily, his mood was ripe to switch just hunting out Saiba dens. And this Ward would give him an excuse to beat up on an outsider. From him assuming, at least. That nose of his scrunched up some and sniffs. Trying to suss out just what this man was made of. He... Huh. That's new. he could only deduce a few things from this guy if he could just - appear.

"You feel so green. Maybe you're hiding something..."
he obviously didn't mean the color literally here. One of his fists uncurled to reveal a small blue ball of ki hovering above it. Shining with a light tinge of yellow sparks. If Dark's misguided senses were correct, it'd take nothing more than this to really do someone like Ward in. But that wasn't as fun, so he'd juggle the ball in his single hand a few times while staring at him.

"Shouldn't take much to make you show those true colors."
There was a pretty easy test he could do. By lobbing that ki blast lazily towards this person who dares challenge him. Even with little effort on his part, it'd require something more than that measly baby smell Ward reeked of currently.

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Thread PL: 7,000
WC: 513

Most people usually got the message when one threw a casual ball of energy at another. But this one didn't even seem to get common phrases. Instead opting to be a little obtuse and just vanish around his testing. Reappearing right at his side. It was enough to make any keen warrior flinch and turn on their heels to face them with a little snarl. Raising a hand to demonstrate by brushing one of those cat ears as he spoke.

"Green. Like, Green behind the ears. It means you're a newbie! It's a common phrase. But obviously, you're just some smart-ass who can hide their potential. Always fun."
Despite the aggressive tone, this would bring a little bit of a smile to his face. Toothy, with sharp teeth, flashed at the shinjin before he brought his fists up a much more focused stance. She didn't get to make a comment on the weird attire and hair just yet.

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be wanting a fight? Who do you think I am, some pansy? Come on then, you white-haired weirdo!"
Rude, but he didn't waste much more time just spitting some mean stuff at the shinjin. Instead, pouncing at the guy where he stood. Looks like he's about to send a superman punch down on his face, but for a brief second the man could see his leading fist unfurl. straightened at the fingers and coated in a light outline of yellow ki. Seems he'd instead try diving the extended tips of his fingers into his upper torso instead. All he had to say was go and he was on it.

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Dark starts off with a Honed Strike (1KP 20% | 1,400) @ Ward!

PL: 7,000
KP: 5/6 (-1)
MP: 2/6 (+2)
DAM: 0%/270%

WC: 301
TWC: 814

Sure enough, he was proven pretty quickly he wasn't so 'green'. Dark's hand would reach up to try and pierce at this foreigners, only to be stopped by some conjured disk. Feeling his ki-empowered hand smack and knock it away with some recoil. The Saiyan was quick to step back and hold himself upright. Clenching his hands back into fist with a frown. The way in which this guy just casually floated a hand out to render his own strike useless was insulting. This sort of blatant disregard for taking a fight 'seriously' and treating the low-class warrior as some guy to be played with was condescending. He'd let his frustrations be known with a growl.

"Ugh... One of you types. Take this seriously, damn it!"
Dark didn't care much that he was complimenting his 'speed', with such brazen disrespect before. The cat would raise up from his slight recoil back, hopping back up right next to Ward. This time with both fists now covered in that familiar hardened ki. Yellow fists aiming to strike out in a sudden barrage of quick jabs into the man's torso. Before he could do so much as try and retaliate in the close quarters he'd also try jumping up and kicking off his chest. Using the distance gained to keep some modicum of control.

He somehow doubted this wouldn't just be shrugged off again, but he was at least going to try and shake him up first!

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Dark sends out a Honed Strike (1KP 20% | 1,400) @ Ward again!

PL: 7,000
KP: 4/6 (-1)
MP: 4/6 (+2)
DAM: 0%/270%

WC: 274
TWC: 1088

Dark would spend some time groaning over the wax philosophy this man seemed to spout in response, but he was too busy trying to land a good hit on the man. And what a good hit it would have been if the guy didn't start screaming. You'd have to excuse the cat for not really guessing the reserved and relatively quiet man would have the spirit to shout out their energy like this. He's seen a few Saiyan do a similar thing, but you could usually tell the types.

"Really!?"
Dark would feel his body stopped instantly and tossed back and up into the air like a ragdoll. Tugging and ruffling what fabrics made up his suit while he tumbled in the air a good dozen meters or so away. By the time he stabilized in the air his hairs on his tail were on end, and he let out an aggravated little hiss at himself. Okay, new strat. Since the man had such an easy time knocking away his physical assaults... Well, he could just toss some energy down at him! Yeah. That'd work easier for him, maybe.

"Alright! If that's serious, then I'll show you SUPER serious!"
The young Saiyan shot his arms out in front of him. Forming blue balls of ki in outstretched palms. They soon crackle and pop with energy in a flash. Turning into yellow orbs with a noticeable charge of electricity between them that lit up his face and armor. This dazzling shock would take a bit to build up before he slung them down with a motion of his arms. Rather than being sent straight course at Ward though, the cat puts a spin on their trajectory. Orbiting around each other with the lightning link between them forming a spiral of energy bearing down at the Shinjin. This would take a lot more energy than his standard barrages, so he'd hope it was worth putting some of his own spice behind it!

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Dark takes the brunt of the Overwhelming Aura (2,800 | 40%)!

Dark launches a Violent Spiral (4KP 70% | 4,900) in retaliation!

PL: 7,000
KP: 0/6 (-4)
MP: 6/6 (+2)
DAM: 40%/270% (+40)

WC: 371
TWC: 1459

Dark was impressed the blast managed to soar into the stranger with some success. As fleeting as it was when the man seemed to conjure walls behind him a few times. Using them to brace his footing against the shocking ki swirl delivered. It was an interesting way to keep upright after such a blast... but it worked! Dark would have to keep that in mind for later. This dude just straight up took his electricity with minor scraping. At least it did SOMETHING.

But he could almost feel that he was still playing that game with the Saiyan. Oh well, he was giving some effort now anyways.

This would be the first time Ward initiated a blow. Rushing at the cat after kicking off the last wall he put up. At least he knew the man wasn't just going to keep dancing around his own attacks and defending like a wuss! Dark had but a few seconds to catch his breath after launching that, wiping some sweat from his brow as the Shinjin came low for a gut punt with his arm. Rather than let him get that off, the slippery saiyan moved around the thrown arm.

Hands going to clasp lightly on the lowered shoulders of Ward as he tried kipping himself up and over the man. Rolling over his head and shoulders, where he'd straighten back up behind Ward and kick off his back. To both send him some distance further back from whence he came, but to help Ward accelerate even more with his momentum. Hopefully tripping him up or letting him meet the ground from the sudden change in force.

"You'll have to be quicker than that!"
He stuck a landing, turning sharp on his heels to lob a ki blast of blue right at Ward's back.

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Dark, too tired to deal with that head-on, flips over the lowered attack! Retaliating!
PL: 7,000
KP: 2/6 (+2)
MP: 6/6 (+0)
DAM: 40%/270%

WC: 334
TWC: 1793

Dark only had a short few seconds to see how that all went. His sudden and nimble moves to get around him and blow him in the back were only met with a counter ki blast, and this person didn't so much as even stumble at the kick or change in momentum. Despite Dark's attempts to intentionally get him into the dirt. He shoots a quick glare at the man as he gets cocky with his sense of balance.

"Tch..."
Seems him talking was serving a higher purpose for him though. Both of the cat boy's ears twitch at the now very apparent sound of disturbed earth that started its way behind him. Trying to smash into the boy's back. Remarkably, the Saiyan was quick to pick up on this with his limited time to react. Doing his best to lean back as the blow came into his legs and lower back. He'd almost roll off the wall, most of the force passing by him. It'd still flip him harshly back though, forcing him nearly 450 degrees in the air. Ward would see the man catch himself on the ground with his hands. preventing himself from landing face-first into the dirt.

"Ech... Clever little sneak!"
He hissed at the pain brought about his lower back wincing with his tail standing on end. Rather than get back on up from his crouched stance on the ground though, he'd instead use it to launch himself again at the other. hands tightened up into fists as he'd go for some quick jabs. less dedicated on feinting and delivering large blows that probably wouldn't trip the Shinjin up again. Not yet.

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PL: 7,000
KP: 4/6 (+2)
MP: 6/6 (+0)
DAM: 40%/270%

WC: 295
TWC: 2033

The Saiyan didn't exactly think logistically about what made him a good fighter. Being lower caste and having to punch up made for someone who had to be more resourceful. Keener on enemy strategy. Dark's cat-like reflexes coupled with it gave him the ego of any full-blooded saiyan and some combat merit to back it up. But, it hardly was even considered past that. he was smaller, lithe, athletic. And he wanted to make sure all his advantages were taken and used.

That wall tossed back at him was telegraphed, and this time he could see it being sent at him. The kick wouldn't nearly send it center-mass enough to throw off the core trajectory of the cat. Those hands just catch onto the top lip of the half-wall and use it to further vault into the Shinjin, right before the volley of jabs. What was less expected was the extra pair of arms. He had bought time just for those, and they'd prove useful in keeping his quick, testy strikes.

"Hah. That's a new one. Afraid those extra bits will only get you so far though. Weak bones are weak bones, no matter how many you have!"
He'd try shouting past their small flurry here, turning with Ward's leading backpedal. Trying to now, instead of aiming shot at the body, target the arms he used. Wondering just how well coordinated a guy with them could be. He'd have to work in something slowly. Not realizing he was being funneled a specific way by the man before him. WAY too interested in them arms!

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Dark remains aggressive.

PL: 7,000
KP: 6/6 (+2)
MP: 6/6 (+0)
DAM: 40%/270%

WC: 285
TWC: 2318