Little Leagues Round 1, Match 2: Dosu VS Chime

For sure, he thought the ground shattering blow he attacked his opponent with would spell the end for him. Even that flimsy shield of his couldn’t hold against his unstoppable might, dissipating into a cloud of energy. Even when he destroyed him, Dosu found that the Namekian was being irritating, even if subconsciously. Just the way that puff of golden smoke got into his eye managed to get a displeased grimace out of the Heran just as he was delivering what he thought would be the final blow.

That irritation was however short-lived, easily replaced with a much better feeling when he felt his fists trying to dig in his opponent’s body, just before a resounding crack could be heard. While most of the crowd could attribute the sound to the arena giving in to the pressure applied by the attack, Dosu knew much better. He felt the ribs break from the impact, the resistant part of the Namekian’s body suddenly caving in, forcing the purple blood to exit through Chime’s mouth, much to Dosu’s satisfaction. His eyes became wider at the sight of blood feeding on both the sensation of pain and terror his enemy was feeling. That, obviously, was a look on his face that suited him much better than that smug grin of earlier.

As he got up, ready to celebrate his victory, the Namekian slipped away in an instant, running between his legs to reach the other side of the arena. Wait? How could he have so much energy left in him? What the hell was going on with that resilient-ass creature? If his eyes were not betraying him, he could see Chime…regenerate? And very quickly, at that. His nose straightened in a mere instant and while the internal damage was not as visible, he had no doubt the same phenomenon was happening as well. Not that was also very annoying as well, but more than that, it was fascinating and it begged the question: what was his limit?

“Heh, aren’t you one resilient fella. Good, that means you’ve got at least one redeeming quality about you. So, here’s what we will do. Let’s see together how much more you can take before your body finally gives out, OKAY?”

He still had that smug grin on his traits, but Dosu chose not to pay much attention to it, this time around. Instead, he’d focus on the task at hand, testing that fool’s tolerance to pain and now, he’d show him of annoying he could be in return. Charging at him with blinding speed, he began his onslaught on him, delivering a barrage of punches with the same furor as previously, however, in this particular case, the grunts and growls of rage were replaced with maniacal laughter. It wasn’t even about fighting, anymore. It was about losing himself in the pure unhinged pleasure of carnage and above all, breaking Chime for good.

That little green rat was way more nimble that he would have given him credit for. Swiftly evading some of the stronger strikes, that boy was truly living up to his smug attitude. However, it was clear that the Heran had the upper hand. For every punch he dodged, another one made it through his guard and each of these occurrences made the Heran gloat. How many hits would it take? Three hundred? Four hundred? A thousand? He couldn’t wait until the Namekian’s body fell before him and each time the thought crossed his mind, his punches were sharper and faster than before. He was getting impatient.

“What’s wroooong? Can’t keep up? Come on, we’re just getting started over here!”

Throughout his barrage of hits, Dosu didn’t seem to show any signs of fatigue or any intention of stopping anytime soon. With his opponent in check, he wouldn’t stop until his wish was fulfilled. Even that look of surprise on his face was absolutely great! Almost as if he couldn’t realize what was going on. That smugness had wiped off of his face at long last. Even if the little green fellow had been against the ropes for a while, Dosu had no plan of letting him fall. If anything, he’d probably throw him in the middle of the arena just to continue the beating.

While lost in that singular thought, Chime apparently found the resolve to scheme something. As he was about to materialize the object, Dosu leaped backward, but whether his opponent had anticipated his movement or if it was simple luck, the fishnet he summoned was still going in his direction. It didn’t matter, however, as the Heran brought his hands in front of himself, grabbing the object and ripping it apart.

“Are you trying to keep me away? Fool, you’re only delaying the inevitable!”

In that position, his arms were not placed on each side of his body, leaving him vulnerable for a short window of time. That would prove to be just enough for Chime to land his famous attack, however. Unable to defend himself in time, Dosu braced himself for the impact, taking the laser head-on. Well, more like on the left side of his chest, really. The attack left a small burn on his chest with a single drop of blood slowly sliding along his upper body. Once again, the Heran burst into laughter.

“Hahahahaha! Nothing but an itch! Keep them coming, boy! Entertain me more!”

As soon as he said that, he charged the Namekian once again, this time in an attempt to drive his knee into his chest, grabbing him by the antennas and smashing him against the ground. Should that succeed, he’d then try to stomp his head in the floor of the arena, brutally assaulting him several times.

Even in these circumstances, Chime managed to hold his own fairly well. That was commendable for someone who lacked so much experience in hand to hand combat, to be able to dodge his attacks, albeit barely. However, it looked like he hit the jackpot when he first grabbed him by the antennas, getting from the first time what seemed like a scream to the Heran. A sudden rush of dopamine ran through his body after hearing it, the sense of pain and fear he must’ve felt only widened the already creepy smile on his face. At this moment in the fight, he couldn’t have wished for anything more. At first, the Namekian was being provocative, but Dosu managed to force him into taking him seriously through actions rather than words. Now on the defensive, the Namekian was getting a taste of what would go on for the remainder of the fight and thanks to his sturdy body, it would go on for quite a while.

After tossing him to the ground, Dosu wanted to follow with a head stomp in an attempt to shut it up for good. Because while he wanted the fight to last, the fact that his opponent was so durable also made him want to break through that sturdiness of his and show him that his might was far above Chime’s resilience. As he prepared to deliver his first kick, ki gathered on his foot in a similar fashion than his previous attack that had broken his ribs. The Heran’s boot began to glow a dark red once again, still crackling with the same dark lightning as before. When he went for the attack, however, Chime attempted to counterattack by delivering an attack of his own. Whatever happened at that exact time, the attack created an explosion that would have damaged Dosu, if not for the fact that his ki-covered foot came in contact with it first.

There was a struggle initially, the explosion effectively dampening the Heran’s attack on Chime but the more he felt resistance, the more he added weight behind his attack until the moment when he got through the attack, crushing it as it dispersed in the air all around them. His foot continued before coming in contact with the Namekian’s throat, pushing even harder as he tried to drive him into the ground. Finally, once he finally stopped, all of the energy contained within Dosu released at once, creating a pillar or red energy that shot up far into the sky.

Following the attack, the Heran made a few steps back, breathing deeply as fatigue began to manifest within his body. He shouldn’t get up from that. At least, that’s what he thought. And if he did, then it wouldn’t be without severe injuries and burn.

Slowly, the Heran steadied his breath, his gaze focused on the crater and the smoke rising from it. While he was rather proud of that attack himself, the crowd did not appear to share the same sentiment, booing Dosu from every direction, claiming it was not fair to attack someone weaker than him like that. He did not answer. If they weren’t clever enough to understand that this Namekian boy was everything but weak, may Hera had mercy on their soul. It took almost everything he had to do that amount of damage whereas much of the people he had fought that were stronger in appearance failed to withstand two of his attacks. Needless to say that they were also far from this magnitude, too.

At first, Dosu was convinced that this boy was nothing but a weakling putting on a show to impress his friends. That’s what got him so upset in the first place. Then, as the mood shifted when he embraced his desire to break him, that’s when he finally understood. He was no fighter. He was a shield, a defender who could withstand blows that would have shattered many of the other contestants here. He almost made Dosu doubt of his own strength for a while. In retrospective, while this boy remains a fool who can’t play fair by using all of these dirty tricks, Dosu would be ready to admit that he, indeed was strong. Not enough to stand up against him for the whole fight but still, long enough to earn some praise from the old fighter.

And it was at that moment the warrior was glad to have kept quiet. From the crater is opponent emerged, bruised and battered, but still alive. Just how durable was this kid, exactly? He had never seen anything quite like this before. At first, he was surprised, his eyes widening after witnessing such a feat, but after a couple of seconds, his lips curled upward in what could be interpreted as a smile of admiration. Not a lot of it, mind you. He was not going to sing his praise for decades to come. No, but in all seriousness, he was rather pleased to face such an opponent. The crowd erupted in cheers for the Namekian, chanting his name in unison. Dosu even applauded the effort.

“Well, would you look at that! Still alive and kicking! Man, I’m really starting to like you. Hahaha, now I really wanna see just how much longer you can go!”

Chime spoke to him through his mind, causing another annoying sensation in his mind. It was not as big of a reaction like the first time, in fact, it made him flinch slightly, closing an eye. Was he unable to talk? Had he jammed his foot too far in his throat to allow him to speak properly? And what was that nonsense about being the guardian of Earth? Had he gone completely insane? And that white energy he was gathering in his hands, once again? Hah! The fool was planning to keep fighting in that state! This time, Dosu broke into laughter for real, commending the efforts of the young boy.

“Hahahahaha! I take back what I said! I really like that attitude you’ve got there, boy! Think you’re a god or some kind of shit like that? Has the heat really gotten to your brain that much? Heh, doesn’t matter. Wanna keep at it? Fine, I’m game. It would be disrespectful to deny you that chance, huh?”

He assumed a fighting stance, preparing for his next move.