During the exchange, the Announcer tracked their movements brilliantly to relay accurate information to the spectators. “Turles launched a destructive ring of energy at his opponent, but it has a flaw! It was risky, but Asher managed to time his jump through the hole!!”
Turles narrowed his eyes after Asher closed the distance between them. Unable to react in time, the Saiyan was kicked in the air slightly. “Argh!” He grunted.
“What an amazing kick!” The Announcer shouted.
The Saiyan felt his muscles constricted to the point that they felt numb when Asher followed up on his kick. As the young warrior backed off, Turles stood there for a moment as the paralyzing sensation gradually became more apparent.
“Oh! I have seen those types of techniques before! Targeting pressure points can rendered any opponent useless!” The announcer turns to Turles. “Is this the end of him!? But the battle barely started!”
Turles grunted a bit at the intensity increasingly against his chest and shoulders. It was difficult to breathe, and the numbness started to settle. However, the numbness started to wane just as quickly. “He targets pressure points…. He’s a point of a novice though. Regardless, with some training…” An impish look of self-satisfaction appeared on Turles’ face.
“A smirk?!” The Announcer caught on.
“You got some skill, brat. That was an interesting move you did, yeah?” Turles praised Asher. The numbness gone, the Saiyan tightened his fists. “But aren’t you getting ahead of yourself? Overconfidence will be your downfall…” Taking a stance, there was a rise of intensity started to form around him and the tiles of the arena rattled.
“I was saving this for last… but I can make an exception here. The real fight starts now.” Turles smirked as his power shot up rapidly. “Hope you can keep up.”
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“You just can’t help yourself, can you? Plenty of foods and you defile it with disgusting spices.” Lucifer cringed when Cayde offered a serving to him, but he didn't slap his hand away since Cayde did pay for his food. Even if he destroyed the authenticity of the popcorn in its grace. “No thanks—” The grease slipped in between the android’s fingers into the angel’s shirt. “Oh dear… Clark’s hard earned fortunate wasted.”
Clark scratched his head when Vegetto dismissed the battle as dull. “Hey, let’s try to be positive! No battle is a waste of time—"
The tiny white do on Spina’s left eye expanded greatly in conjunction with the rising anger. The hellish view of determining one’s worth tipped the old Saiyan over brought forth his foul memories of Vegeta standing over him with that same philosophy. “You bas—” Before Spina finished his sentence, he turned back to the arena. As if his instincts; no, his Saiyan blood was reacting to something.
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Turles roared; his burgundy aura flourished outward like a raging flame. Tiles ripped from their floorboard and sent flying outwards across the arena. The Saiyan’s muscle mass and height increased significantly. His black hair became wild as it grew dramatically, nearly reaching his knees while having a single forehead lock of hair. The immense evil energy spilled across the arena—instincts of anyone with Saiyan blood in the vicinity override any action they had and reacted solely to such a transformation. The evil nature of Saiyans was spilling from this sole warrior.
The Announcer hops a little bit seeing Turles’ aura flooding the arena. “Whoa! I hop this doesn’t ruin my shoes!”
“Been a while since I let loose like this. Don’t fall over too quickly, yeah?”
Taking a stance, Turles quickly dashed at full speed, leaving behind a dust storm in his wake. He struck Asher in the stomach with a powerful punch, then followed up with an elbow strike to the jaw. He then jumped and kicked Asher in the chest, sending him flying back. The impact from those three blows easily created a crater below them. Turles held out his right hand and fired multiple energy blasts; each of them hurling around indiscriminately, hitting and exploding at anything it touches like grenades.
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Waiting Room of Other Fighters
All the remaining fighters were able to watch the fights on the Television screen made available.
"Whoa... maybe I should rethink of fighting in this tournament..." He said, having second thoughts.
Turles narrowed his eyes after Asher closed the distance between them. Unable to react in time, the Saiyan was kicked in the air slightly. “Argh!” He grunted.
“What an amazing kick!” The Announcer shouted.
The Saiyan felt his muscles constricted to the point that they felt numb when Asher followed up on his kick. As the young warrior backed off, Turles stood there for a moment as the paralyzing sensation gradually became more apparent.
“Oh! I have seen those types of techniques before! Targeting pressure points can rendered any opponent useless!” The announcer turns to Turles. “Is this the end of him!? But the battle barely started!”
Turles grunted a bit at the intensity increasingly against his chest and shoulders. It was difficult to breathe, and the numbness started to settle. However, the numbness started to wane just as quickly. “He targets pressure points…. He’s a point of a novice though. Regardless, with some training…” An impish look of self-satisfaction appeared on Turles’ face.
“A smirk?!” The Announcer caught on.
“You got some skill, brat. That was an interesting move you did, yeah?” Turles praised Asher. The numbness gone, the Saiyan tightened his fists. “But aren’t you getting ahead of yourself? Overconfidence will be your downfall…” Taking a stance, there was a rise of intensity started to form around him and the tiles of the arena rattled.
“I was saving this for last… but I can make an exception here. The real fight starts now.” Turles smirked as his power shot up rapidly. “Hope you can keep up.”
===
“You just can’t help yourself, can you? Plenty of foods and you defile it with disgusting spices.” Lucifer cringed when Cayde offered a serving to him, but he didn't slap his hand away since Cayde did pay for his food. Even if he destroyed the authenticity of the popcorn in its grace. “No thanks—” The grease slipped in between the android’s fingers into the angel’s shirt. “Oh dear… Clark’s hard earned fortunate wasted.”
Clark scratched his head when Vegetto dismissed the battle as dull. “Hey, let’s try to be positive! No battle is a waste of time—"
The tiny white do on Spina’s left eye expanded greatly in conjunction with the rising anger. The hellish view of determining one’s worth tipped the old Saiyan over brought forth his foul memories of Vegeta standing over him with that same philosophy. “You bas—” Before Spina finished his sentence, he turned back to the arena. As if his instincts; no, his Saiyan blood was reacting to something.
===
Turles roared; his burgundy aura flourished outward like a raging flame. Tiles ripped from their floorboard and sent flying outwards across the arena. The Saiyan’s muscle mass and height increased significantly. His black hair became wild as it grew dramatically, nearly reaching his knees while having a single forehead lock of hair. The immense evil energy spilled across the arena—instincts of anyone with Saiyan blood in the vicinity override any action they had and reacted solely to such a transformation. The evil nature of Saiyans was spilling from this sole warrior.
The Announcer hops a little bit seeing Turles’ aura flooding the arena. “Whoa! I hop this doesn’t ruin my shoes!”
“Been a while since I let loose like this. Don’t fall over too quickly, yeah?”
Taking a stance, Turles quickly dashed at full speed, leaving behind a dust storm in his wake. He struck Asher in the stomach with a powerful punch, then followed up with an elbow strike to the jaw. He then jumped and kicked Asher in the chest, sending him flying back. The impact from those three blows easily created a crater below them. Turles held out his right hand and fired multiple energy blasts; each of them hurling around indiscriminately, hitting and exploding at anything it touches like grenades.
===
Waiting Room of Other Fighters
All the remaining fighters were able to watch the fights on the Television screen made available.
"Whoa... maybe I should rethink of fighting in this tournament..." He said, having second thoughts.
