The Final Hunt (Conquest AT)

Dark didn't really have much direct say in what Ban's ultimate fate would be after it all. Not that he cared too much at this point. he was a challenger and the cat had home-field advantage being the challenger of any and all. Even somewhat outmatched in raw strength he kept the tempo in his favor. Which meant all of this talking was doing him little favors. The young man clears his throat and shakes his arms free of the slight numbness the burns had induced on them before flicking his tail in recollected excitement.

"The Universe only accepts force. That much is true. Lots of sophists like to cake their desire for violence and destruction in pretty words too. Even the so-called nice samaritan is rarely without muscle to try backing it up. You're right to say I only would accept your kind's help if they provided some use, but hey. That's leagues better than the sports just wanting to lay to waste any perceived opposition."
He laughs and wipes a smudge of dried blood off his mouth, spitting out a wad of it on the dirt as he hunkered back into a stance. At this point, he's had a good gauge of the saibaman's strength. Even flexing his wealth he was no better off compared to him.

"Shame that this will be over soon. We were having so much fun!"
With only the slightest tell in his twitching ear, the Saiyan leaps way before either of them can make a full recovery. This time forming a proper chopping hand instead of his usual clawed attack. Coating the underside with sparking yellow ki before lashing out in an overhead cleave at the resting Saibaman. Hoping to stir him back into battle quickly while laughing some more.

"Sorry, were you not ready!?"

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The battle between the two would pick back up into full force; with Ban having received his answer properly, it seemed his interest in talked lessened. Zuqetta would merely sigh as she rested back in her throne with another servant drone floating nearby to offer her another beverage at her mental command. The spectators as well would begin their cheers once more as the battle picked back up, finding little interest in the discussion the trio had been having; yet amidst the crowds, Zuqetta would spot some few whom seemed less interested in cheering for the battle and more interested in building discussions of their own.

More futurists. Zuqetta would think to herself as she began to sip at the new fruit cocktail that'd been presented to her; a beverage solely of assorted Tuffle fruits and completely lacking in alcohol, Discussion is fine, so long as they don't intend to interfere. She'd continue, thinking back to Jagaimo's wild nature and foolhardy attitude whilst her tail flicked about happily at the taste of the beverage in hand, Hmm, maybe I should look into capitalizing on the ingredients in the forest the surround Hatchi after this, I'll bet Dark would enjoy some Berri juice~! She'd think happily as she adjusted her posture to laze in her throne even more lackadaisically, once more taking to peer at the two's fight through her spy drone.

Saiba-Ban claw swiped forward as Dark caught his strike. "Uh oh." Yeah, that was not good, and he knew something bad was going to happen. He would be nailed with the barrage of jabs sending his head snapping back in pain. Then he was nailed by an elbow which launched him high into the sky. He was glad he was a saibamen, his body was pretty flexible to trauma. But. what was even worse was the ki-empowered kick which cracked him in the ribs. Yeah, those were shattered as he was rocketed into the ground hard crashing into the ground head first. He was like a turnip now sticking out of the ground. But after a few moments, he rip himself out of the dirt and would lay on the ground back first.

He didn't get up for the time being. He was in a lot of pain and seeing stars. So he was going to recover for a moment. If Dark was going to give him a moment. Maybe taking that attack was a bad idea. Maybe he wanted to make a different action. Yet, he was going to win in a fair contest. He needed to overpower Dark. That was how he'd win. But Dark power was really insane even without whatever he did earlier to empower his attacks. Saiba-Ban would finally get up after a few moments, his muscles slowly deflating as he was pretty exhausted. He would bring his arms back as ki sparked from the tips of his fingers "HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAA!" Saiba-Ban unleashed a barrage of ki blasts right toward Dark. It was not going to do that much but he was trying to keep Dark at a distance considering his entire body was thumping with pain!



Wc:291
Took 29 Percent from Honed Strike! Saiba-Ban is in a lot of trouble.
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Kp:2/6
MP:1/6
Damage Meter:186/250

Ban went flying. Real far. Far enough to give Dark plenty of time to limber back up and gather his energy again. If he was getting spent, that little punk sure as hell had to be. A few of the onlookers found his placement into the dirt amusing, but the cat had other priorities as he looked on towards his interest.

His eyebrows rose in mild excitement. Yeah, yeah he did enjoy that stuff. Used to get it all the time when he visited Tarble. Heck, he used to swipe some he could find off the Tuffles when he felt like being a little sneaky punk. Nowadays he could probably just muscle his way into it. Half-interested in Zuq's offer as she put one out for him just at her little seat. Of course, he was kinda in the middle of something, and what came next prevents him from attempting, but there is that tinge of interest.

In his wrathful state, the slightest thing set him off. Hairs still on end, Saibaban's barrage would be mt with uncovered arms. Each new hit against this guard gave him new little welps to worry about. His grit teeth led way to hisses as the compounded effort on his arms did begin to hurt. The rest of his armored body was more, fortunately, less sparsely hit, and a good deal of them started missing as he went to move forwards.

"Hahaha!"
Starting to hop past the barrage quick enough to where Ban simply couldn't readjust to before he was right in front of him. Hoping to get into a melee with the man as a few wild swipes of his clawed hands come down to rain on him. attempting to push the exhausted Saibaman back.

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It seemed the battle unfolding between the two was finally nearing its end; the power the two had expended was beyond what any of the outpost could have possibly matched, and the worn down state of their appearances coupled with their slowed reflexes began to bleed into their overall actions. While Ban seemed to put up a struggle, his superior strength seemed to fall short against Dark's superior skill. It was a life lesson Zuqetta had learned long ago, and very much the hard way at that; it was something she'd adapted to and learned from, now wielding both strength and skill. Whether or not Ban had any further tricks up his sleeves to alter the course of the fight was anyone's guess, though if he did, Zuqetta would pay close attention to the potential learning experience.

Dark on the other hand seemed to continue pushing through with his unwavering persistence; tackling through attacks while laying down attacks of his own. Much like any Saiyan who'd given themselves to the fight, he'd have likely battled to his death so long as that battle was an enjoyable one. Ban put up an amazing fight for the hybrid Saiyan, but this made the Saiba dangerous. Dark wasn't likely to take care for his own safety as the fight drew to its end, though Zuqetta hesitated to take any action of interference.

He and Dark really had caused a lot of chaos. They were lucky that the two of them didn't bust the entire outpost with the power they were throwing around. If they had maybe Zuqetta would kick their ass. That was what he wished for right now anyway. Right now he was just a punching bag as Dark fists crashed down onto his guard. That was until a jumping kick cracked through his guard and sent him flying into the dirt. Saiba-Ban lay there, his arms bruised and battered. He was not really able to see all that well either. Getting beaten up like this was not something he was used to experiencing. He was not a fighter after all so being this close to death was something he didn't know how to fight through.

That was until Dark called out if he was out of Steam. Anger surged in his body. No, he was not out of gas yet. He felt his soul burn to life. He had a lot more in the tank. The bastard just had to wait a bit longer so he could explode! He wanted to do it so badly. Right now he just wanted to unleash all his power on Dark! But he could not do it, not yet. He needed a bit more time. A bit more energy to really push his incoming attack to the very limit. He wanted to make sure that he took Dark out. And if not, at least mess the Saiyan up really well. When Dark began firing his stream of ki blasts Saiba-Ban thrust his ki out to form a barrier. The blasts exploded around him as he guarded up. No longer a physical defense but still an act of defiance against Dark.

However, the condensed blast that Dark formed did pierce the barrier blasting him away! Saiba-Ban was sent tumbling back into the dirt. But this time he would quickly get to his feet grinning back at Dark. "What's wrong..is that all you can do...I thought you were gonna try to finish me off?" He raised his clawed hand giving Dark the middle claw. "Come on. If your gonna kill me hit me with something with a bit more muscle! Or is that all you got? You got me on the ropes but why can't you push me through them? Don't be such a pussycat!" He grinned ki surging to life around him. "Cause I'll finish yah off, we are on the final stage. This fight ain't gonna end with you standing over me! I'm gonna be the one with the last laugh!" Saiba-Ban kept charging up his ki as a taunt to Dark. He knew Dark prob could whack him good and end the fight. But that is exactly what he wanted. He wanted Dark to gamble it all, so he could strike him back. He was going to take a gamble. Take what Dark threw at him, and then hit him back! But would Dark take his bait? That he just had to pray worked.


Saiba-Ban uses Taunt on Dark. Will it work?
Wc:513
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Kp:6/6
Mp:3/6
Damage Meter:186/250

Even if either of them were on the losing side of this, they were both gods among simple men. Something Saibaban despised. He was holding his own to the very end, even against Dark's own unending assault. Defiantly standing back up even as the last stream of blasts nails him through what little barrier he had around himself. He got a bit rambunctious after the fact, even. Just where did he get that resolve from? What was going on in that head of his... The cat saiyan slowly started descending down back to the ground with a dangerous flick of his tail. Mouth curling up in a toothy grin to show off some sharp teeth.

"You've got a lot of spunk left for a Saibaman covered in bruises and cuts. Definitely talk like you're a Saiyan. You want something big then, huh? Can't say the barrier will appreciate such a show."
For a moment he looked at his side at Zuq as she lounged. Raising some brows before his eyes would scan above and around him at the bigger containment shielding around them. They'd been avoiding it thus far, but there's no telling if a full-power version of his barrage wouldn't just turn the outpost into a land of crater impacts.

"Alright. Your funeral, Ban! Hope you got nice and used to that last shower because you won't be feeling as nice after this one!"
Dark would keep his posture leaned in as his clawed hands would form a similar set of condensed yellow ki as before. A pair that would spark and grow in size well beyond what he would normally throw as a Honed Lariat. Some of the sparks would streak out as lightning at his sides at a point where these orbs look like they are about to crack.

And that's when he slowly starts bringing them together. The felt power of his attack rose as he poured more of that energy into them and started forcing them together.

"Don't say I didn't warn you!"

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