A Savage Threat Shall Linger Tonight [CONQUEST]

Nasu was not capable of detecting... emotional shifts. So of course he did not see through Ollo's convinction to just let the whole nice play go but of course his thoughts did somewhat jam briefly when the child had perhaps given up already from his strong exclamation. Even though his vocabulary could use some work, he could definitely smell some frustration in there. The implications were vast but he would soon find his confirmation in his sudden decision to make him listen.

"Oh?! You will beat me up?! Good! Do it! Drop all this religious freak act and return to your primordial instincts!"

With eagerness the quote on quote entity within the man laughed and so did he almost as if he felt obliged to follow in its footsteps. The other's fists had become bright and now they resonated against Nasu's, in a quick barrage rush through which the Namekian acted as a wall to block most of his attacks even at that high speed. Most likely this kid had to have been some levels up and above him, it made the perfect choice for an opponent to him. So he did not complain.

"Do you not get it, kid? No one off this rock would ever listen to you!"

What he was witnessing right now was an useless contest, with the arms at least. It was obvious even if he continued to punch any longer he was most likely going to keep up with the rhythm, so it was a maneuver unworthy to be sustained. The aura itself flickered, endlessly. It was perhaps due to how unstable it was, a sight alone and one could see it as a strange flux of energy that could not remain linear.

"So you can talk big game. A waste to have you looking over ancient statues in a corner of the galaxy!"

At that point even when he would have perhaps tried to keep up the parry effort, Nasu decided to stop himself and the foe urged on with another strike, a fair simple one, all the Saiyan did was lower himself to let the horns meet the forehead instead. It saved his eyes and helped 'minimize' the potential physical danger, since his head was so strong. But a vibration still had him shaking after the strike, causing him to back from Ollo a moment to compose himself.

The laughter resumed shortly after, with a delighted expression over his face.

"I am going to need something a little stronger than this. I do not need extra arms or cool tricks to fight you. You are doing the Gods' work yourself."

He did not expect Ollo to understand that, of course. Neither did he need him to, but Naus was completely aware that fighting against stronger opponents was key in becoming stronger. In the end, even if he lost but survived, he would have been happy plenty still from the mere benefits this crazy encounter could gift him. There were close to no other rewards involved, but neither would he get much from winning this either. The destiny of this land was as scarce and irrelevant as it could get for this possessed Saiyan, all he sought in the first place was some chaotic fun.

"So, so. What will it be next? Can you still use your techniques? We have both used a lot of energy, right?"

The man spread his arms, welcoming any strike his way with a wide grin across his face. Both of his dark eyes hurt, but the pain was nearly forgettable. Especially since hsi head was still shaking in a freezing soreness from that earlier strike. Perhaps he provoked him because Nasu did not wait for him and instead launched himself into Ollo, as a... drill. He spun in the air, literally. If that was not enough, as he did, all of his appendages spawned energy blades. He had become some kind of flying razor menace in that attack, and aimed to headbutt him into the sternum. The blades were only a way to protect himself and both his sides.

It was an interesting thought. Somebody called Porunga wanted a child to beat up somebody. If what functionality remained in his memory could serve him well, this entire place took its name after Porunga. Undoubtedly that would be their very God's name, if that is what he could muster up from this whole situation. He found it somewhat sad. Gods that could not even pick up their own shit to beat up a mortal, but he did not quite believe there any such presence to begin with so Nasu was not quite affected, if not he found himself responding back.

"Porunga? Then why does Porunga not come here himself? Am I stronger than your very God in a way that he will not even face me himself? If you ask me... and I am an expert, that is not Porunga in your mind."

He said with a smirk. There was of course little else he could gather except that even the man himself had been hearing voices in his mind all along. Some of them were different, they were strange and familiar and another in particular was quite destructive, with violent remarks and whatever not. But the latter voice had become a little softer, almost as if it did not need to speak in his mind any longer.

"That must be your true self. Embrace it. Because you either do or it will come back for your later."

He did not need to mock him anymore. Even his words were gradually taking on the mantle of a threat but he still needed to work on those. Well. If anything the assault continued and now the very foe had changed tactic to use fire fists, or something like that, Nasu himself retreated from using blades and instead each of his appendages spawned a quarterstaff each. As the two clashed, each weapon continued to spin against in the midst of his attack also in the attempt to land a hit.

He could block, but even some slipped by and could leave a burning graze on him. Each time he did receive one, he utilized the stinging jolt of the fire to his advantage to render himself a little more unpredictable by utilizing the adrenaline and his nerve system to try and immediately strike in a random direction as his limbs received a burn in a quicker and erratic fashion. Yet each time this caused one hand to drop its respective weapons.

Soon, though, he leaped a short distance away. Erebos had now tried to break into the fight, and with his senses he had been able to tell a moment earlier. One of his extra appeandages immediately went for the Demon's foot and rushed to toss the warrior into the ground. He did not have any preferences right now, whichever one to fight was a question beneath him. But due to all the tension that had been building up until now, he still chose to reserve his next attack for Ollo. Nasu rushed back against Ollo, his afterimage appearing and disappearing quickly so he could attempt to cut the distance between them in the short span of a second. His one goal was to land a solid fist into his face.

Once the punch had finally reached, the man settled down briefly. His breath was a little short, sweat had wrapped him already. If anything he had found some fine opponents but there was very little to rejoice in what his mind was experiencing. He could not quite well describe it but what was once only a voice had grown into a very extension of himself, but of course, that which the Nasu that had first come on Namek would not understand. He could only feel his very head burning.

He could somehow see the change in Ollo. It was not entirely something that he could decipher but he gave off different vibes in mere short moments; he would have soon assumed there was something afflicting him, but truth be told the very song that the magician had been whispering all time long had not been heard from Nasu. It was in his mind but it was as if there was a louder song that filled his brain.

The very shadow strings went past Nasu's notice and in a moment's notice, his fist met his own stomach. It was strange how a punch from himself could hurt even harder than another's, or perhaps it was just the shame brought upon his pride: he did feel silly punching himself, after all. He was quick to react, his body lowered but he caught the chance to grovel as one to also catch his breath.

But then the magic man spoke in his mind in this moment of weakness. Saiyan man. A highly generic term and yet one that perfectly described what he was: a Saiyan. The very projection over Nasu, however, in his mind allowed the message to be heard farther than any word. His ki grew unstable once more, flickering in the air around him. Such unstable energy was bound to leak, revealing the feeling of three different and yet vaguely similar ki residing in one body.

"Do not dare, ever again."

Displeased from the telepathic attempt, as if it had achieved something that disturbed Nasu beyond any level of physical pain. His current voice held a long, deep echo to it. One final inhale that he had been longing for caused him to stop panting altogether.

"What value do you give a world? You all will die. This body will die, too, one day. Yet you hesitate still to fight one another. Pointless."

Yet bound by the strange shadows he could only think of one way to free himself, his mouth spread and revealed a ball of energy. He fired it out of his mouth and into the sky; a beautiful light, nearly as much as a full moon. His body began to seek shelter once more, it grew agitated until its size began to grow past the boundaries inflicted on him. A size larger than most Great Apes, and one that resembled the tattoo on his very back. A gorilla with empty, crimson eyes.

"PROVE ME RIGHT! PROVE THAT STRENGTH IS ALL THAT MATTERS IN THIS WORLD!"

A beast like voice exhaled from the ape that soon charged a powerful roar through the planet, loud and deafening. Before his eyes settled on the very foe that he had been fighting. His ape fist was lit in dark, overflowing flames and in a moment the beast aimed his next attack to strike Ollo into the ground.