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Post by Patchwork on Nov 23, 2024 11:07:59 GMT -5
What he was capable of...hmm...what was Patch capable of? In his rather short existence he had only really won a single fight that was of any significance. Though he would perhaps take a bit more pride in that single victory had he become aware that the one he had beaten had since become the President of Earth.
But in truth, despite his attempts to learn and increase his strength he had time and time again come face to face with those who had entirely dwarfed him in power. Russ, Nero, Zuqetta...and especially the swordsman whom had apparently ended his life.
It was these many losses that had affirmed to him that there was simply no substitute for the organic pursuit of strength. That despite all the capability that had been built into him for the get-go, he paled in comparison to any real foe in the galaxy. Even just looking at the Saiyan in front of him he could imagine the story was much the same.
Still, he was dead anyway, what did he have to lose but his pride? His oculars narrowed momentarily as he assessed his opponents and the surroundings. He figured he'd start small with some melee techniques. No need to burn all his energy on the first move.
With a sound of mechanical whirring and machinery clicking and locking into place he surged forwards, opening with a right in-step kick to Nasu's left side, following up with a left back kick towards his chest. He would then attempt to clamp his feet to the Saiyan and pull himself in to deliver a series of jabs to the warrior's face.
But in truth, despite his attempts to learn and increase his strength he had time and time again come face to face with those who had entirely dwarfed him in power. Russ, Nero, Zuqetta...and especially the swordsman whom had apparently ended his life.
It was these many losses that had affirmed to him that there was simply no substitute for the organic pursuit of strength. That despite all the capability that had been built into him for the get-go, he paled in comparison to any real foe in the galaxy. Even just looking at the Saiyan in front of him he could imagine the story was much the same.
Still, he was dead anyway, what did he have to lose but his pride? His oculars narrowed momentarily as he assessed his opponents and the surroundings. He figured he'd start small with some melee techniques. No need to burn all his energy on the first move.
With a sound of mechanical whirring and machinery clicking and locking into place he surged forwards, opening with a right in-step kick to Nasu's left side, following up with a left back kick towards his chest. He would then attempt to clamp his feet to the Saiyan and pull himself in to deliver a series of jabs to the warrior's face.
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