Lost Times - Inv Only

Renkon had only finished his warmup when they told him to wander out. He was still getting used to everything, the changes in the world, everything. The sands of the arena oddly were a silent place, some place where grudges were settled, where life was made into a single point, and he stepped out to see... An alien? Renkon stopped in his tracks, just at the cusp of the doorway and blinked a few times. He looked to the older Saiyan, the promoter, who simply shrugged. Was she in the wrong place at the wrong time? He wasn't exactly sure.

Stepping out slowly, Renkon looked upon her with an odd mix of curiosity and caution. He kept his hands low, his body ready to spring as needed, but he was clearly more curious. "I... Don't think you are the one I am supposed to be fighting... You are too... Silent..." He said, making a motion to his own head as he looked upon the oddity before him. "Or you are simply the oddest Saiyan I have ever seen in my entire life. While it hasn't been the longest life, I like to think I have seen enough to make heads or tails of the Saiyan race as a whole, and the Tuffles for that matter."

He didn't really have the ability to sense power, but he was not holding himself back either, just looking at her and then up the crowd. When he locked eyes with a few Saiyans, there was whispers in his own head, but he looked back to the woman, and just... Silence. How odd. This year had been full of surprises and it had only just started. He was going to need to step up his game if he wanted to keep up with the things on this world he had seen, that he had been around, and that he suspected were laying on the horizon.

"I am Renkon, of the Saiyans... Are you here for the fighting pits? Or are you a lost soul who got into a place they shouldn't be?" He asked, trying to remain cautious while still advancing upon her. Each step was careful, measured, as if making sure to keep a distance he was more comfortable with, and now getting into things too quickly. He floated less than an inch off the ground, but still make the motion like he was walking, simply to make him that much more mobile, but if one had a keen eye, they could easily tell this as he left no footprints past the heavy gate.



WC: 430

When the hand was raised, Renkon did stop, watching the motion of the woman. "If you wish to..." He said, waiting as she moved, making something in the air, like a seal or sigil... He had seen something like it in stone back in the tribal days, before they had a real foothold, but this was different, floating in the air, glowing, and more. It was odd to him, curious even. "I never underestimate my foes. I have done that enough in my life and have the scars to prove it." He said, shaking his head and lowering himself into a combat stance.

When the woman was ready, Renkon remained in his lowered stance, fists closed but not tense, adjusting how his feet had been placed and watching her with keen eyes. There was much that could go wrong in very short order if he wasn't careful. The attack was launched, and Renkon made no effort to avoid it, simply tank the attack and get a feel for his foe and their abilities. As the impact hit, he kept his crossed, feeling how the energy was across him, and holding himself steady. As soon as the attack cleared, and Renkon was still standing, the crowd let out a roar of approval, chanting out for them to fight. This wasn't the biggest arena on the world, but it was big enough and a champion of the arena was there, so it was packed. Renkon rose up, exhaling and then launching himself forwards, eyes locked on the woman.

At this point, there was no need to have words, it was a simple exchange of hands and power, emotions are shared only through actions. As he closed the gap, Renkon didn't hold back the strikes, a flurry of punches and kicks, aimed at the body and with how the leather was on his hands, if the attack landed, it could potentially cause bleeding. Each strike was tight, with just enough snap on the end of it to make boxers and fighters on Earth proud. His back style seem to be loose and relaxed.



WC: 350
TWC: 780