Back Alley Brawlin' [OPEN]

"This must be a joke!" Rhuba shouted, holding a human up by his shirt. "You said there would be fights, and I got here and there is no one here that could withstand even a punch from me! It's not even underground! This is above ground!" He would swing the man around in the air wildly as he spoke, clearly Rhuba was very angry. "So where are the fighters? These guys are bugs!" Letting go of the man, who had been having a hard time breathing due to how he was being held. The man fell to the floor, gasping for breath and finally choking out, "I-I don't know. I don't even understand what you're saying!"

Rhuba had came here hearing word of a little underground fighting competition. When he had arrived, it wasn't underground, it was above ground! It also didn't have any worthy fighters for him. Rhuba would have to resort to flicking these bugs, if he wasn't allowed to kill them without losing the competition. It wasn't even worth it. "Tch, this isn't worth it." Rhuba lifted off, leaving the man beneath him stunned. Not that Rhuba was flying, but that he didn't understand at all what he was saying. The fighters they had were strong, at least under normal human circumstances.

"There has to be someone... Somewhere?" Rhuba had been away from Plant long enough to miss the random fights he'd get himself into. Most of the time it was a misunderstanding, either his own or theirs. Yet here on Earth no one did that, at least not as much as they did in Plant. If there was an issue most of these weak little humans ran, and most of them were much weaker than any civilian Saiyan. It was almost sickening to Rhuba, the fact that he had to be peaceful to go around the city was difficult for him.

A feeling washed over Rhuba, a fighter who could be worth their salt. Sensing the energy of the Lamia, he flew directly at her. The Lamia itself was a sight he had never seen before, and before he had even made it to her, his hand was with pen and sketching on paper. "Interesting form," he said, his weird phrasing not referring to the snake-like part of her, but of her physique, he could easily tell that she was built even without needing to see explicably. Rhuba had sketched quickly, and by the time he had finished, he was now in front of her.

"Fight me." Rhuba didn't ask, but it sounded like a question out loud. Regardless of the answer, he would intend to fight her. Rhuba could feel her strength, and it was close enough for him to be able to have some fun at the very least.

Rhuba Fit:

  WC: 465
TWC: 465

Base PL: 29,195

HP: 0%/250% (+-0%)

KP: 6/6 (+0)
MP: 0/6 (+0)

Traits: Saiyan Pride (Inactive) | Burning Ki (Unused) | Combat Learning
Items: Battle Armor (Unused) | Battle Liner (Unused)

The Lamia seemed to be confident in her abilities, Rhuba also knew that your power level didn't necessarily mean you would be hard to fight, or kill. The difference between someone born strong and someone who worked to be that strong is immense. Rhuba didn't slack in training himself, and always kept sharp by doing exactly what he was doing now. As the tiny creature called out to the crowd, he began hopping, as if hyping himself up. It wasn't for any hype, he was just excited to get to fight someone close to his strength. Even Rhuba's natural strength was too much for most of the people he had sparred on Plant. He was the guard of the mines, which on Hurtless meant he was known as the lone guard that protected the mines from raiders and stopped slaves from escaping the mines. Years of killing has meant he is unlikely to ever lose his fighting edge, and that same fighting edge is what gave him that yearning feeling to fight.

"Dir-T? I like it." The smile he bore for them told it all, he couldn't wait to get the fight started. Since he interrupted his stance to jump around, just as the creature began to count down for the fight to start he slowly sunk back into his orthodox stance. Rhuba was the fool in most scenarios, but when it came to combat his thought processes changed drastically. Taking in the moment between the count, he realized that fighting something that doesn't have legs without ki would leave him at a disadvantage. If the snake was able to use their muscles in their lower half to push off like a foot does when punching, Rhuba would not be able to detect the strength of a hit before taking it.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he heard the start of the fight and obliged the Lamia's earlier advance in allowing him the first move. Rhuba approached the Lamia, his eyes scanning the movement of her tail and lower half. Trying to decipher how she moved, so he could better react to something she might do. Grappling was almost entirely out of the question, even if she hadn't asked him not to, as her lower half gave her multiple options to get out of a grapple, he wouldn't have tried that to begin with. Rhuba himself cared more about flashy ki attacks, at least now that he was free from slavery, which gave him another slight disadvantage. His owner kept him as a warrior, so he was trained by the best on Hurtless in hand to hand combat, though mostly by criminals who had fled Earth.

Rhuba had approached the halfway point of the makeshift ring, the audience that had gathered drew quiet as they awaited the first exchange. "You're a difficult creature to fight without ki, you know that? But at least grappling isn't allowed." Rhuba glanced at her lower half, trying to hint at what he might believe an unfair species advantage. Rhuba made it obvious that there would be no touching gloves, not out of disrespect but out of caution of a sneak attack, his time fighting in the pits on Plant driving that interaction.

Taking a step forward, he dashed in low trying his best to stay away from what he assumed the power-hitter being the left hand of the Lamia, he focused on trying to be closer to the right side of her, avoiding the left for now. Just as he got near striking distance, Rhuba swung with his left toward what would have been a body shot to the Lamia, before feinting with that shallow strike and jabbing twice at the Lamia's face, trying to find the range and to see if he was correct about the stance meaning her left arm was her dominant arm.

  WC: 642
TWC: 1,745

Base PL: 29,195

HP: 0%/250% (+-0%)

KP: 6/6 (+0)
MP: 0/6 (+0)

Traits: Saiyan Pride (Inactive) | Burning Ki (Unused) | Combat Learning
Items: Battle Armor (Unused) | Battle Liner (Unused)

The jokes by the Lamia were useless on Rhuba, as he didn't even understand the implication of what she was saying. Perhaps it might have went differently had he not engaged his fighting brain. "Maybe you can show me how you grapple later," Rhuba said, sincerely meaning the words as literal as they sounded, though the tone and his serious expression might be taken as him joking back at her.

The Lamia seemed to watch him, but not as much as Rhuba watched her. It didn't seem the Lamia paid less attention, it was that she didn't need to pay as close attention to him as he did to her. He was fighting stances he had never seen, against an opponent physiology he has never fought. The Lamia must had fought countless humanoid creatures in their time fighting. They were well versed in the fighting form, and Rhuba could tell that just by a glance, every movement they made seemed to have a purpose, even if Rhuba didn't know what that purpose was yet.

Rhuba's midsection feint worked, it gave him information if anything. It meant that the Lamia's vision and reaction speed can be surpassed by tricks like feints, which was good information for him to have. Rhuba had no idea the limits of this Lamia, could they see moves before they happened? Could they perceive him faster than he could them? Rhuba had to figure out a lot of things about the Lamia, things that the Lamia might already assume or know about the humanoid Alien in front of her.

The two jabs connected, one cleanly but the second he could feel was rolled under. Engaging his core muscles, he turned his body to accept the midsection blow, minimizing the damage as much as he could. Rhuba could feel the breath escape him briefly, before quickly gasping. "Good," he said, responding to her in-fighting remark, his breath rattled. When there was one attack, there was two, this was one of the rules of battle. The blow to the gut caused Rhuba to pull his head down, realizing his head might be in danger, he caught the fist in his peripheral. Rhuba twisted his body again, this time rolling his chin and body with the punch, he mitigated most of the damage by causing the fist to slip off his chin.

With the earlier twist, Rhuba would take a step back with his right foot. Hoping that his earlier play in this battle of punches would bear fruit, he would now step forward again with his right foot, and raise his right fist from below, aiming for an uppercut on the chin of the Lamia.

  WC: 446
TWC: 2,191

Base PL: 29,195

HP: 0%/250% (+-0%)

KP: 6/6 (+0)
MP: 0/6 (+0)

Traits: Saiyan Pride (Inactive) | Burning Ki (Unused) | Combat Learning
Items: Battle Armor (Unused) | Battle Liner (Unused)

Years upon years of daily slaughtering had given Rhuba a taste for violence, he enjoyed fighting people especially if they were near his level. Multiple times he fought newly brought in slaves, they'd be fresh off the ship and capable. Some of them were known fighters in their portion of the galaxy, but Rhuba would still kill them as they tried to escape. The best part of it to him was that he wasn't allowed to use ki, as there was ki suppressors all around the mines.

Not only did he train daily almost non-stop due to that, but even when he had downtime it was only to be trained to kill better and faster. There were a few situations where The Grandmaster would ask him to detain a slave, but generally The Grandmaster had an escape equals death policy. It kept most of the slaves in line. What would The Grandmaster think of Rhuba now? Wouldn't matter though, as he met his end by Rhuba, caving his chest in with his fist.

Rhuba could feel his oxygen lessening, he could feel his muscles tighten as he struggled to retain his breath. He couldn't stay close and continue attacking, and the uppercut he threw was one almost out of desperation, wondering if he could have ended it with that. There wasn't much accuracy or control, as he had thrown it within the moment he escaped her hook. He felt his fist collide with something, but instead of a clean connect with the jaw as he hoped, it had been a punch that shoved his hand away reeling him back. Taking a few steps away, he quickly regained his balance.

Rhuba thought this was the end for him, as he had lost balance and generally in a fight that meant it was over. Though luckily it seemed the Lamia had thrown that defensive move as a gambit to clear room between them. Rhuba would take this moment to collect himself, watching the Lamia for any movement. Taking a few steps back, he made distance between them. Breathing in heavily, he felt the area where he took the midsection blow. It was already bruising, but it could have been much worse had he not turn to make the punch shallow. The Lamia had strength behind their fists, and that was a problem.

"Alright." Rhuba preferred boxing, but that wasn't where he exceled. Rhuba had always been one to rely on his legs, speed and ki manipulation were his forte. "I haven't fought like this in awhile," Rhuba talked while moving left to right, if the Lamia had tried to close the gap he'd back up closer to the edge of the circle of spectators. Kicking off on his backfoot, he would engage the Lamia once more, coming in close with his orthodox stance. Rhuba would pull back his fist as if he was going for a strike, though perplexing since there was no way his punching reach could have hit any part of her. Hoping that the Lamia's eye caught the punch and perhaps reacted in any way, he'd quickly switch his stance. His guard was now higher, and hips more linear. Perhaps the earlier statement would have caused confusion to the Lamia, as he wasn't talking about how he hasn't exerted himself in a fight in awhile, he was referring to the stance he had just switched to. It was unrefined, but it was obvious he was now in a Muay Thai fighting stance.

The really late feint for a punch was just a potential distraction, she was close enough for him to lift his leg and swing it horizontally potentially contacting her midsection with his left leg. 'Does this even hurt her...?' he questioned in his head, as he swung with his leg.

  WC: 633
TWC: 2,824

Base PL: 29,195

HP: 0%/250% (+-0%)

KP: 6/6 (+0)
MP: 0/6 (+0)

Traits: Saiyan Pride (Inactive) | Burning Ki (Unused) | Combat Learning
Items: Battle Armor (Unused) | Battle Liner (Unused)