Russé spent most of his late-morning to afternoon hours being among the crowed to indulge in watching martial artists testing their abilities against one another to see who is the strongest. Every participating fighter are driven by a motivation to be here for their own reasons, some are here for the money to support their families, some people crave for the money to satisfy their selfish greed, others don't care about the cash prize at all and simply came here to partake in the thrill of this activity, its even possible there is a fighter who came here with their reasons being all of the above.
Russé's reasoning for being here is to claim the money to give it to those who need it the most, like homeless children or starving people in general, there are a lot of other ways to earn a ton of zenni for his goal but a fighting tournament is the only way to earn it using the skills he is best in, Combat.
The tournament talk an hour break to allow the participants and the crowd to warm themselves up, get food, take a bathroom break, etc. Russé watched the fighters and the referee clear the arena and the half saiyan used this opportunity to jump into the ring to get some much needed practicing. He would stretch his limbs and pop a few bones to lessen the stiffness of his body. He would rapidly punch the air and do the same with kicking, visualizing an opponent, he can also sense a strong power level nearby, a familiar ki signiture piped his interest. "Is that...Ziriacha i'm sensing?" he pondered.
She’d heard of the much acclaimed Tenka’ichi Tournament square that was a great gathering of warriors from many walks of life. Many joined for the sport of it and to test their skills, while some were after the currency of the land to better improve their lifestyle choices. It intrigued Zriracha greatly how the Earthlings did such things in comparison to the Demons back home.
So far that she could tell as she walked the waiting area, observing the fighters stretching their legs, it was far less violent than her peoples’ idea of sport. For that, she was thankful and gave the fighters she passed by congratulatory compliments. She’d watched them from preliminary matches all the way to the current rounds in waiting and was more than impressed with what she’d seen. As she passed by another, waving at them, a figure out on the floor would catch her attention.
Is that… By the Grace of Beelzebub, it is! She walked down the ramp toward the tournament floor and gave a hearty greeting, “Russe, my friend!” She climbed the floor and stopped near him with a grin. “It is a pleasure to see you again, and might I say that you’ve decimated much of the competition! Quite impressive,” She tilted her head to one side, recalling the last conversation they had. It was as good a time as any, with all in recess, to get a little sparring in. “Care to warm-up a little more efficiently?”
His quarry is answered by the demonic woman entering the tournament arena herself, which prompted Russé to be glad to see her show up in support of his exploits. Having to deal with a ton of people with lower energy signatures was frustrating, not because they were too easy to defeat, its because he had to fight them in a certain way without killing them accidentally, he should learn better Ki control in the future. With Ziriacha here he doesn't have to worry about it anymore until the tournament continues later.
Russe grinned and waved hello in return, finally someone worthy to fight against, even better they are roughtly equal in power. "Hey Z, glad you are enjoying the tournament, its not really fun for me because I have to pull my punches against these guys, are you participating in the tournament as well?" putting his dilemma into words. What his new friend offered is a proposition he will never turn down, a spar against this woman has ignited his fighting spirit.
"Yeah lets do it, I'm itching for a spar right now until the matches start up again" Russé hopped backwards into a fighting stance, green eyes focused directly on his opponent. Without the referee Russé did a mental countdown of ten seconds before powering himself up in a Ki aura then fired a string of Ki Blasts.
[A1]Ki Blast Used = 4,950 PL damage(33%) KP 1/3
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It was with a heavy heart that Zriracha had to shake her head at Russe’s question, “No, it would not have been appropriate to my reason for visiting. Additionally, I believe I would not fare as well as you are at keeping myself contained. Though I would not kill any humans here, my ire is quite infamous where I come from.” She grinned at him in spite of this, however and took great satisfaction in his accepting her offer. The moment Russe took to jump back, so too did Zriracha – her hooves giving a loud CRACK CLAK as she landed a fair distance from him.
She lowered into a stance, hands held out abreast and at her side. Silently, Zriracha waited with bated breath. All around her was silent as the crowds watched an unsanctioned but not forbidden fight. Suddenly, like the cry of a thousand bees, Russe made his move. The Demon grinned and made a mad dash to the right, jumping into a flip as blast after blast seared passed her body and she winced when quite a few burned against her legs. When she found a moment to move her move, she landed with a loud CRUNCH – cracking the floor – and rushed at the boy.
Her hand was ignited in flames, though the potency wasn’t as powerful as she could have made it. She just wanted to scare the boy into thinking that he’d get burned. As she closed in, she’d throw a sucker punch toward his face to try and knock him back a bit.
Took the brunt of damage from blasts. Rebounding with an A1 Blaze (33%) = 4,950 damage incoming! Russ
Its a shame this demon didn't participate in the tournament, it would've been interesting to see how well she will perform against the competition. A revelation about Ziriracha's moral stance in dealing with humans and how she wouldn't be able to hold back so well in comparison to Russé gave her reasoning some merit. "Yeah please don't do that" grinning with a sweat drop, he did not want to stick around and clean up corpses, though at least it gives him the impression she is a friendly demon.
Watching her get into a combat stance of her own is a sign the battle is about to begin, he has grown impressed by her agility to dodge some of his continuous Ki Blast action, it wasn't enough as they hit their target eventually. Russé stand idle to allow her recovery, then he is getting a sense of deja vu of her enhancing a fist with her demonic energy, it reminded him a lot of an attack he experienced from his battle in the desrt against someone else. He remembered how painful it was to get hit in the jaw by such an attack, this time he placed his arms up to cover his face.
Her fist collided with his arms and boy does it hurt, he may have avoided getting punched in the face but it doesn't mean he will escape the concept of pain, a yelp vibrated his vocal cords as Russé jumped backwards and holding his arms, damn that really stings! Russé retaliated by trying to kick his fellow sparring partner using a variety of foot sweeping motions and moving them clock-wise in a string of continuous kicking.
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Zriracha grinned at the successful impact, enjoying the successful knockback as Russe held his arms. “Come now, you’re much stronger than that!” She taunted, attempting to continue her assault but suddenly not quite on her hooves anymore. She landed on her ass painfully, giving a wince as she landed on her tail, before she rolled back. Russe was relentless, giving Zriracha little time to react as she hopped backwards from each kick. Just like before, but a little more accurate this time around, one caught her across the face and she hissed – spinning around to face Russe with her teeth gnashed tightly.
This was a friendly spar, she had to remind herself, and fought against the urge to charge angrily. Instead, she took a breath in, let it out and charged at him with a better mindset. As she approached, Zriracha would throw her arm in an arc toward Russe – an arc of fire spinning in his direction. As it approached, the arc would surprisingly pass by him harmlessly. She just needed him distracted enough to throw something much more physical at him, assuming Russe didn’t dodge her incoming hoof to the face.
Russé didst faze from her taunting, she may have gotten a lucky shot against him but it doesn't mean he is any less powerful. "Ha! this is nothing, I'm just getting started!" grinning with passion, his kicking prowess left a desirable impact on his opponent expanded that grin so much, his mouth should be detached from his face by now. The half saiyan braced for Ziriacha to counterattack with her flames, the burning psychokinetic ability threatened to burn his skin off and it might have done exactly that if it weren't for the fact it missed him.
Before Russé can bring out a taunt of his own, a hoof to the face disfigured his flesh-made mask momentary, turns out it was all a ruse, it left a painful reminder to never let your guard down. "A cheap shot but otherwise I'm having fun!" wiping his nose, the half saiyan rushed his body towards her attempting to harm his sparring partner using a flurry of punches.
How pure this young mortal appeared, truly enjoying their spar in spite of how mean she had been to him. Maybe she should be a little more courteous in their bout? It was, after all, just a little spar to pass the time. Rushed by Russe, Zriracha would take step back here and there and dodge with the occasional parry and counter. The flurry of punches that they exchanged, observed by untrained fighters, would appear to them like blurred vision to the eyes. Not quite here nor there and certainly headache inducing!
Before the two of them knew it, there was the sudden sound of a gong being struck. It rang out, long and loud, giving Zriracha pause as she stopped a punch mid-swing to look around for the interruption. What dared-?! She eyed a kimono-dressed bald man walking up to the tournament floor, hands held up in a gesture of surrender.
“You must stop this immediately! I don’t know how you are doing this, but you WILL be held responsible for the damages of this ring if you’re not a registered fighter to this tournament!” He gestured for them to leave the floor, “You may warm-up, Russe, but no crazy stunts!”
Zriracha growled in the back of her throat, her ire rising with each word passing through this little pudgy man’s face. “And if I decide not to?” She challenged, a threatening step taken towards the mediator. “I advise you to choose your words carefully, Mortal…” To this, the mediator would swallow sharply and cower slightly from her. Where were security in times like this?!
“I-I… I can’t have you causing t-trouble, Miss. If you’d like to register as a late entry, I can-”
“Not. Interested. Leave me be until I have been satisfied, Human. Your ring will hold. If it doesn’t, you only have your architects to blame,” She turned, dismissing whatever consequences her actions may have caused. “Would you like to continue, Russe?” She smirked, attitude turned 180 degrees around as she fully intended to follow through with her agreed upon spar.
The two combatants exchanged blow for blow as fists are flying towards one another, like Ziraria Russé is dodging and blocking some of her punches and doing occasional counters, the saiyan became engrossed into their battle, he either failed to notice or didn't care what onlookers thought of their way of fighting. Neither combatant are visible to the untrained eye as a series of flash steps and explosions emphasized they were on a completely different level of power.
Their fun is interrupted by the gong, one of the official staff noticed Ziriracha isn't on the roster and protested about it, he warned the half saiyan to not pull any crazy whatever that means, he probably didn't like how they prefer to fly and shoot energy blasts as their way of fighting, but isn't that a common thing to do around here? He seems to be worried about the destruction of the ring and rightfully so, paying for the damages is very expensive and the saiyan needed all the money he can get to support his family.
Russé grinned sheepishly reacting to Ziriacha's defiance and back tacking, he would've come to that guys aid about her attitude but its not like he could do anything to stop them. "Lets continue our battle in the air, you may not care for destroying the ring but I cant afford to pay for any damages" replying to his opponent, he looked at his watch for the time then glanced at the monk "The tournament wont start again for forty-five minutes, we got plenty of time" smiling with confidence as he ascended in the air high enough away from the ring.
Russé cuffed his hands together and fired a fairly average beam of energy towards Ziriacha to kick things off.
[A1}Ki Beam used = 4,950 PL damage(33%)
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Though her ire was still quite palpable, the ease with which Russé spoke about continuing their fight was enough to placate her. With a sigh, Zriracha would nod and follow Russé up and into the air. As she ascended into the air, the Demon would suddenly find herself with a beam of energy heading straight in her direction. She grit her teeth together in a grin before throwing her arms in front of her, “A man after my own heart!” The power of the attack burned against the skin of her arms, pushing her back further and further towards the ground. With a roar of strain, Zriracha would pump her own magic behind her hands – black fire of her Amaterasu pushing against the beam of energy until she was able to divert the beam in a different direction.
She huffed, watching as the beam would veer off back into the sky towards Russé. She slid a hand across her forehead, “That nearly destroyed the ring. Aim a little higher, won’t you Russé?!” She called up to him, rushing upwards to meet him with a swing towards his face, following it up with a barrage of swings and straight punches
Took Beam damage! Launched Amaterasu (A1) at Russé. KP 2/3
Ruusé is too caught up in this sparring match to notice his mistake and thankfully his opponent pointed out, not only by her words of wisdom but also addressing it by deflecting his beam projectile with her own, "Uhh..whoops!" rubbing his head with a laugh, thankfully the ring wasn't damaged from his foolery, he will have to be careful next time. He would be lying if he didn't think Ziriacha was impressive to hold her own against him so far, a smile spread across his cheeks until the emotion ran away like like a turkey on hunting season.
He saw his own beam coming right for him and he placed up his arms on a cross formation to lesson the damage but otherwise it left him a painful sting-like feeling, he isn't quite done being backed into a corner, he caught her fist gunning for his face, then traded blows with his own swings and punches. He attempted to break the near-endless cycle of fisticuffs by inching closer to her, grabbing a hold of her Gi and throw her away from him relying on brute strength.
A brief passing of shock came to her face as Russé managed to catch her fist, even after taking his own and her attack pretty much head-on. He’s improving at such an amazing pace! As they continued to exchange blows, each coming to take and dodge a few hits until Zriracha felt his sudden grip upon her Gi. With a sound of surprise, Zriracha found herself hurtling through the air away from Russé. It took her a few flips mid-air before she could catch herself and recover, a hand to her head as she was overtaken by dizziness.
Once shaken from her stupor, she would laugh, “Not bad. I’m starting to think you’ve got me beat!” She wasn’t going to be one-up’ed so easily, however. With a loud cry, she charged at him once more and ignited both fists this time, interlocking her fingers with them raised above her head. As she approached, Zriracha would throw her arms down toward his head in an attempt to smash him down into the ground. This time, however, it would be her at fault if the attacked landed – Russé would nearly land in the ring and likely cause a bit of damage.
Zriracha winced, “Oops.” While she wasn’t apologetic about it, she’d certainly didn’t mean to cause Russ of all people trouble.
Blaze [A1] overhead smash at 33% damage. Oopsie! KP 1/3
Russé shared the sentiment of complimenting improvements when they flourish themselves tot he world, this woman's fighting prowess is starting to wear him down, there is no clear winner of this fight as both are roughly equal in power and skill. His breathing is beginning to feel heavy, he didn't know how long he could keep this up but his enjoyment so far will never distinguish. "Thanks, right back at ya!" grinning and putting up his hands to prepare for another assault.
Good thing he did as his opponent make haste towards the blue haired monkey and slammed her hands upon his head, Russé in turn fell straight down into ring and caused devestating damage. He wanted to avoid it to prevent himself from being disqualified and pay for the damages but it looks like he will have to suffer the consequences when its not even his fault!
The blue haired saiyan got up and observe the wreckage, a pale feeling in his stomach letting him know he is in trouble, he can forgot about winning the cash prize now. "What did I say about destroying the ring Russé, Now we have to postpone the tournament to fix it no thanks to you! You are hereby disqualified from the tournament!" the referee bellowed furiously and understandably so.
"But-I" Russé protested
"No buts! I dont know how you are doing these stunts but I cant have you make the other contestants look bad, now get out!" continued to bellow.
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From high above the arena, Zriracha looked on with a wince as the announcer from before had declared that Russe was out of the tournament. She floated down as the human laid waste to Russe with hardly any empathy, Tch, what a fool. Zriracha thought with a frown. The announcer looked in her direction and she bared her teeth in a snarl, taking solace in him flinch and speed walk away. However, as satisfying as it was, it wouldn’t take back the issue of Russe being kicked out of the tournament.
She looked over at him, eyebrow knitted downwards, and walked over to his side. “Russe, I’m… This is my fault that you are no longer able to play with these mortals. Tell me, why did you want to participate in these games? If it is within my power, I’d happily grant you a boon in apology for my own oversights.” And she meant it. While her power wasn’t incredible as most others, she still possessed a great deal of magic that could possibly assist Russe in other ways. Russ
The announcer's patience is wearing thin the longer Russé remained on the shattered arena, "What are you waiting for? Get out of here before I ban you!" yelling at the half saiyan, he was surprised to be generous in his decision when he could've decided he isn't going to return here ever again. He wouldve raised his voice at the other combatant but her scary demeanor motivated him to take his leave very quickly.
"...." Russé opened his mouth to explain what happened but no sound came out, he knew complaining about it wasn't going to make his situation better, may as well leave the premise before this guy blows a gasket. Russé exhaled some oxygen then walk off the ring putting hands in pockets, he may have brushed it off like nothing happened but his mind is swallowing in defeat, out of all his matches his only competition was Ziracha, everything else was too easy and boring anyway.
Elsewhere, the announcer grumbled and placed a microphone on his lips, "attention everyone! The ring has suffered hefty damages from our combatants, the tournament will be postponed while we make our repairs, sorry for the inconvenience!" he finished before giving Russé another glare, watching the half saiyan begone from his sight. This guy was ruining the tournament for everyone and people in the stand are either confused or share the sentiment he did, Russé couldn't hear make out any coherent words due to a lot of people talking but he can tell by there faces, they aren't pleased with the situation.
Russé watched outside of the tournament grounds disappointed things happened this way, how is gong to support his family now? Before he headed home, Ziracha showed up to comfort him, understandably so after witnessing what happened, she owned up to the incident which quelled any reason to be angry at her.
"I participated in the tournament to win the one billion cash prize to support my family, we aren't really dirt poor but we are struggling with finances, we try to save up a lot of money for me to go back to university and put food on the table, we often spend more than necessary because my mother and I are saiyans, we eat a lot of food. I dropped out of collage because I didn't have enough money to continue my education. I do various small jobs to help the household and my father works in an animal shelter, the amount of money he gets varies depending on what he is tasked to do." revealing background information about himself.
"That prize money would've been more than enough for me to return to school and our financial troubles would be less of a problem, now I have to find another way to earn a lot of zenni, guess I can do more small jobs or find a full time job for more pay" staring out into the vast open space while coming up with solutions.
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