Round 1: Team Four Versus Team Five

When the arms attacked, he could feel a level of resistance to it. He did not hit the ground itself which meant the technique had been blocked, and it was not like he could not be surprised about it. His senses spoke clearly, the enemy had made his true power known. He guessed that was mostly all and about what he could do against this kind of opponent, for now what he could do was at least try and work on some heavy hitters to oppose this kind of enemies. He guessed those people were indeed as powerful as Azoth once suggested.

Which was curious. Did the Saiyan King not intend to perhaps strike at them sometime soon? He saw it as quite the unlikely victory if that were to happen. But anyhow, returning once more to the matter at hand, once blocked, a ball of energy came rushing at Nasu. The Saiyan did nothing more than bravely standing in its way, with his arms wide open as if welcoming it.

After the explosion passed, all that remained was smoke and a body floating up in the air, its shadow making its presence felt beneath the entire layer of debris. And then it disappeared, swatted away from some kind of force. Nasu remained there, staring stoically at Brumal. His body showing some signs of injury, his shirt had been scorched apart to the point where it was battered and revealed his physique.

No words.

Rather he rushed in once more. Nasu knew that this fight would not result in victory most likely but he was happy nevertheless. Now he knew there were people on greater levels, and he had managed to gain some insight on the next step of his recovery training; besides, now that he was injured, the blood flow had become warmer, faster. He could as well get some fun out of it before the time would run out.

Nasu disappeared, and aimed to blast at Brumal once more with strikes. One at each side of his head, except for the front. Three different strikes that would exhaust a portion of strength.

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WC: 354

Power Level: 425,000

HP: ▰▰▰▰▰▰ 148%

KP: 0/6 (-1 Technique)

MP: 2/6

OOC Notes/Items Used:
Saiyan Pride activated. (+10% to all techniques)

(Light Attack) || Triple Force 30% (127,500)

When the wall that he passed through once more returned to strike at the man, there was little he could do; he did not see it coming. And thus it hit him and knocked him into the stage, causing him to flip over the ground before he could catch himself and halt himself from moving any further.

To be entirely fair, he was quite content with the result of things. He managed to make a dent into the guy, even though that was quite costly. To the point where he had to spend every ounce of breath left inside his lungs to even make it this far. Perhaps it was a little reckless even. Perhaps having felt the blood rushing so warm and fast after a while had gotten to him a little. With a push, he was once more up on his toes. But from what he could tell, there were not plenty of options left.

His body stayed still, but his eye was still keen and watched Brumal for any movement. His aura slowly crossed the boundaries of his body, a faint glint of yellow and purple that mixed together. He was recovering his energy. In truth he had already gained plenty of knowledge from this one bout but of course he was going to try and milk this chance a little more, but he could not do plenty while energyless.

He spent a short moment to also watch over the other two. He wondered if this was okay, everyone was fighting on their own while this was meant to be a tag team tournament. Given no one was called out yet, he did not exactly express that feeling and instead remained silent, his body's grazes poured blood but his eye did not falter. His heartbeat distracted him far too much from his wounds.

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WC: 306

Power Level: 425,000

HP: ▰▰▰▰▰▰ 148%

KP: 2/6

MP: 3/6

OOC Notes/Items Used:
Saiyan Pride (Active)